When the house was burned,

we returned to the desert and wept

son's slaughtered, daughter's raped

like they closed the drapes

gone away are the sun's rays

and the days when our children play

Now they been crushed like grapes.

There ain't no escape.

This is your place, this is your kingdom.

This is your face, broken reflection

Am ma ma-ou...

Burn'n in a burnt down house

Silent victim from bite of regret

Sick with a symptom of name we forget

Forgotten skeleton no dignity left

Unforgiven, we are forgotten

So... fill with the venom of an ancient fire that burned our kingdom

on this day the hot breeze (or high priest) sang the anthem

This is your place, this is your kingdom.

This is your face, broken reflection

Who have we become,

what will we become

One day the moon will shine like the sun

And our heart will feel the love and be numb

Take out your drum and your harps to strum

This is your place, this is your kingdom.

This is your face, broken reflection

Who have we become,

what will we become