Benediction

Now cursèd be thee that would ruin our fair land And cursèd be thee that would seal up the wells And cursèd be thee that's abandoned the God's lands And built a strange place for our people to dwell Now cursed be thy breath and cursed be thy breathing And cursed be thine eyes and cursed be thy sight And cursed be thy hands that have blackened the harvest And closed the old ways to the joy and the light Now cursed be thy name, all cursed and forgotten All cursed beyond memory, place, or recall And cursed be thy soul, out of nothing begotten A thing to no thing and nothing to all Now cursèd art thee that have ruined our fair land And cursèd art thee that sealed up our wells And cursèd art thee that abandoned the God's hands And have built a strange place for the children to dwell