Lyrics

The strong man he will kneel down Whilst angels strip him of cloak and crown Thro' bitter lips come vile breath He is the last one to confess There will be no pity for him We must kill him where he stands No there will be no mercy for him Nor for any of his Klan Let there be no hesitation Get a rope and make it quick Each last breath comes from his mouth I will beat it out with a stick Pray boy you've no reservations The word will be carried out He is the one who brought down The Son Let there be no goddamn doubt There is power, wonder-working power In the blood of the lamb There is power, wonder-working power In the precious blood of the lamb There is power, wonder-working power In the blood of the lamb There is power, wonder-working power In the precious blood of the lamb There is power, wonder-working power In the blood of the lamb There is power, wonder-working power In the precious blood of the lamb He's seated on the right-hand