oh papa, the fields are plowed under
oh papa, the seeds are all salt
oh papa, the tree’s burned to cinders
oh papa, we know it’s our fault
oh papa, the babies are crying
oh papa, the streets run with blood
oh papa, look, everyone’s dying
oh papa, how can this bring good?
oh papa, the devils enslave us
oh papa, they’ll murder us all
oh papa, we’ve no one to save us
oh papa, can’t you hear when we call?
oh papa, the chaos is fright’ning
oh papa, the silence is worse
oh papa, the heartache is crushing
oh papa, please, unmake the curse
o daughter, the cinders will blossom
o daughter, the rain will be felt
o daughter, the seed will awaken
o daughter, to purge you of guilt
