Blood of the lamb
Runs a flood over our losing town
The serpent has spoiled itself and our hopes
And licks at the blood of the lamb
Our cause 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 doubting faith choked down in blood
The desert you created, the desert freed 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 us our ungraciousness
Ungraciousness for our own debts
The blood of the lamb is sweeter than our own
The blood of the lamb is sweeter than our own
The blood of the lamb is sweeter than our own