No time for spindoctor’s medicine    Cooked up by the government, selling me some cover-up    Sponsored information, crack pipes in the shopping malls    Nothing but another drug, a license they can buy and sell       I don't mind dying    I don't mind dying    I don't mind dying    When that call it comes, I will be ready for war       No time for backhanded compliments    From bourgeois apologists desperate for an incident    Real-estate assassins, assessing my predicament    My dollar bills dependant upon it being in their interest       I don't mind dying    I don't mind dying    I don't mind dying    When that call it comes, I will be ready for war       CHORUS       There is power in the blood, justice in the sword    When that call it comes, I will be ready for war    Power in the blood, justice in the sword    When that call it comes, I will be ready          I will raise mah sword up right    To the bright and shining light,    Stained crimson red with the blood of the unredeemed    And as I cut them limb from limb, and I dash all their kith and kin,    You know, their bodies I will bury in the deep    Because there's power in the blood.    There's power in the blood.