New Jerusalem - Orphaned Land

Saracen blood spilled as crosses are rising high

Men giving their lives, for the Holy See they die

Walls surround this golden city like a crown of thorns

Will the wailing ever cease, will we forever mourn?

Behold memories of wars

Are rising as we’re building the New Jerusalem

Men and children toil in the blazing sun

Mortar and brick, no walls between father and son

These green and pleasant fields that surround

The city once apart that now is one

Bygone crusades and wasted lives

Are gone as we’re breathing the New Jerusalem