Lyrics

The blood of the lamb Runs a flood over our losing town A serpent has spoiled itself among our hopes And licks at the blood of the lamb Our calls mocked in the face of heaven The moon as red as the blood of our prayer A devil hunched itself upon our crying child And toys with the blood of the lamb The desert has revealed us our true dust A doubt in faith is choked down in blood The desert You created, the desert free from comforts Desires wrested from lamb's blood Blood of the lamb colored as black and not as red Three drops of peace colored as black and not as red Forgive these wails of ungraciousness, ungraciousness for our own debts The blood of the lamb is sweeter than our own