Weave on sisters of the On loom of pain, Try and stitch the darkness through the Weave on property and crime, the and waste Give our souls a from the hunger, For the and the saints it on, the weapon's drawn And the children and their fathers found In unmarked with your fingers pale and numb Just Oh, you weave on Let the run through your thread Oh, you weave on your stitching purple, blue and red Oh, you sisters on Let the blood run through your you still weave on Feed on sorry sons of salvation, while we fall with such amazing grace Feed on love of money, of race of country, And of neighbor's neighbored in our it on, the brothers gone, And the lives they to the foreign graves With your fingers and numb Just pray, pray Oh, you sisters on Let the blood run your thread Oh, you sisters on your stitching purple, blue and red Oh, you weave on Let the blood run through your Oh, you sisters on Weave your purple, blue and red Oh, you sisters on Let the blood run through your Oh, you weave on Weave your stitching purple, and red you sisters weave on, Let the blood run your thread Oh you just weave on, on, on! These are the plans, the words leave a mind arranged [?] You share this pain, Withdrawn from place ends speedily the harsh, smite your mind, I'll sow with madness How you adjust the cowardice I am ready to endure him whatever must be I am ready to endure with him whatever be Oh, you sisters on Let the blood run your thread Oh, you sisters on Weave your stitching purple, and red Oh, you weave on Let the blood run your thread Oh, you weave on your stitching purple, blue and red Just you weave on, Let the blood run your thread Oh you just weave on, on, on