"Jerusalem", the heart of fears, Horror's "Mother Lode" of tears.
All your children born of ire, fall into the pit of fire.
Guiltless, hopeless, fragile babes cast into the mold of rage.
Empty promises lay dead, nightmares reign in every bed.

"Jerusalem", I know your pain reflects in every drop of rain.
From every heart and every head, the fountain of our hope is bled.
And burning on your cursed pyre  the tree of all the worlds desire.
Lay broke and poisoned with our greed that drains the life from every seed.

"Jerusalem", you are a dream of shadows dancing on a stream.
The blood of innocence pours true to wash the sins of man anew.
We share the blame for evils reign with every act of selfish gain.
Within the cauldren of the heart is poison of the darkest art.

"Jerusalem", I cast my life upon that fire of bitter strife.
I tear my heart strings open wide and pour my blood into the tide.
Our hopes and dreams are vanity before the waters of that sea.
Our words, the rustling of grain before the mighty hurricaine.