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 are thee that have ruined our fair land
And cursèd are thee that sealed up our wells
And cursèd are thee that abandoned the God's hands
And have built a strange place for the children to dwell