text: There is a blood red circle
  On the cold dark ground
  And the rain is falling down
  The church doors thrown open
  I can hear the organs song
  But the congregations gone
  My city of ruins
  My city of ruins
  Now the sweet bells of mercy
  Drift through the evening trees
  Young men on the corner
  Like scattered leaves
  The boarded-up windows
  The empty streets
  While my brothers 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! Come on, rise up!
  Nows theres tears on the pillow, darling, 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?
  My citys in ruins
  My citys in ruins
  Now with these hands
  With these hands
  With these hands
  With these hands
  I pray Lord
  With these hands
  With these hands
  I pray for the strength, Lord
  With these hands
  With these hands
  I pray for the faith, Lord
  With these hands
  With these hands
  We pray for your love, Lord
  With these hands
  With these hands
  We pray for the lost, Lord
  With these hands
  With these hands
  We pray for this world, Lord
  With these hands
  With these hands
  We pray for the strength, Lord
  With these hands
  With these hands
  We pray for the strength, Lord
  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! Come on, rise up!