There's a blood red circle on the cold dark ground
And the rain is falling down
The church door's thrown open, I can hear the organ's song
But the congregation's gone
My city of ruins
My city of ruins
Now the sweet bells of mercy drift through the evening trees
Young men on the corner like scattered leaves
The boarded-up windows, the empty streets
While my brother's down on his knees
My city of ruins
My city of ruins
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Now there's tears on the pillow, darlin' where we slept
You took my heart when you left
Without your sweet kiss, my soul is lost, my friend
Tell me how do I begin again?
My city's in ruins
My city's in ruins
Now with these hands
With these hands
With these hands
With these hands, I pray Lord
With these hands, with these hands
I pray for the strength, Lord
With these hands, with these hands
I pray for the faith, Lord
With these hands, with these hands
I pray for your love, Lord
With these hands, with these hands
I pray for your faith, Lord
With these hands, with these hands
I pray for the strength, Lord
With these hands, with these hands
I pray for your love, Lord
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
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