Evangelist
blood curse
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Flock of the Lord â sworn enemies of the Son â Hands curled in fists and poison on tongues â Twisted are sermons and spilled is prophetsâ blood â Frantic mob of Jerusalem â Children of God â Let His blood be upon us and Our children â Let his blood fall on our heads â Now axe is by the root and noose upon the neck â Counted are breaths and measured our graves â Yet Our viperâs tribe yearns for copper snake â Believes sinless few will stop the rain of flames â Let his blood be upon us and our children â Let his blood fall on our heads â Lord have mercy upon us all â Have forgiveness on Our kind â