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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 From Letras Mania