- cifra
The strong man he will kneel down
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 goddamn doubt
There is power
Wonder workin' power
In the blood of the Lamb
There is power
Wonder workin' power
In the precous blood of the Lamb
