Blood of the Lamb

Blood of the lamb Runs full over our horsing town It's a heard that's spoiled our hopes And vics have blood of lamb Out goes Martin, the face of heaven The moon is red as the blood of our prayer A devil launched it's self upon our crying child And toys with the blood of the lamb Peasant has revealed us our true dust A doubting faith choked down him A desert you created, a desert freed from comforts Desires withstead from lamb's blood Blood of the lamb, colored eyes, black and not as red Three drops of piece, colored as black and not as red Forgive our ungraciousness, ungraciousness for our own debts The blood of the lamb is sweeter than our own x3