Текст: Current 93. Benediction.

Now cursed be thee
That would ruin our fair land
And cursed be thee
That would seal up the wells
And cursed be thee
That abandon the god's hands
And build a strange place
For our people to dwell

Now cursed be thy breath
And cursed be thy breathing
And cursed be thy eyes
And cursed be thy sight
And cursed be the 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
Nothing to no thing, and nothing to all

Now cursed art thee
That have ruined our fair land
And cursed art thee
That sealed up our wells
And cursed art thee
That abandon the god's hands
And have built a strange place
For the children to dwell