You can't, upon his blood You, evil cluttered minds You boast on cruel blast Spilt blood of your own kinds What harm to you they caused To pause their voice of praise? You failed to nail the arms Then sneak in without grace Met out bombs on their palms To seal the world of god A deed with devils word
The wood He hung on nails They hail as Holy Cross The blood that filled the grails Still ooze out for His cause
He bailed you out from sins Carved his church on rock And turned his cross its fins To guide and lead you folk
Brute you persecute him Still profane too his hymn You wound and let them bathe Bleeding rivers of faith
The more you try to hush The words explode afresh Rest in peace? None retires But join Line of martyrs Rise in revolt and flocks Flank around messiah Guarding their men from shocks Singing alleluia Up in arms with soul's sword Praising glory to lord Torrent gospel verses. Fiends, your pride reverses.