There's a blood red circle
On a 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
Drifting through the evening trees
Young men on the corner like scattered leaves
The boarded up windows
The empty streets
And 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, yeah, come on, rise up
Come on, rise up

Now's there's tears on the pillow
Darlin' where we slept
And you took my heart when you left
Without your sweet kiss, my soul
Is lost, my friend
Tell me how do I begin again, again?
My city's in ruins
My city's in ruins

Now with these hands
With these hands, oh
With these hands, with these hands
I pray Lord (with these hands, with these hands)
Pray for the strength, Lord (with these hands, with these hands)
Pray for the faith, Lord (with these hands, with these hands)
pray for the lost, Lord (with these hands, with these hands)
pray for the strength, Lord (with these hands, with these hands)
pray for the strength, Lord (with these hands, with these hands)

Come on, come on (with these hands, with these hands)
Come on, come on

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
Come on, rise up