whalst angels strip him of cloak and crown
 through 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 an make it quick
 each last breath come 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 doubt
 there is power wonder workin' power
 in the blood of the lamb
 there is power wonder workin' power
 in the precious blood of the lamb
 he's seated on the right hand