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From the hands it came down
From the side it came down
From the feet it came down
And ran to the ground

Between heaven and hell
A teardrop fell
In the deep crimson dew
The tree of life grew

And the blood gave life
To the branches of the tree
And the blood was the price
That set the captives free

And the numbers that came
Through the fire and the flood
Clung to the tree
And we're redeemed by the blood

From the tree streamed a light
That started the fight
'Round the tree grew a vine
On whose fruit I could dine

My old friend Lucifer came
Fought to keep me in chains
But I saw through the tricks
Of six-sixty-six

And the blood gave life
To the branches of the tree
And the blood was the price
That set the captives free

And the numbers that came
Through the fire and the flood
Clung to the tree
And we're redeemed by the blood

From his hands it came down
From his side it came down
From the feet it came down
And ran to the ground

And a small inner voice
Said, "You do have a choice"
The vine engrafted me
And I clung to the tree

And the blood gave life
To the branches of the tree
And the blood was the price
That set the captives free

And with the numbers that came
Through the fire and the flood
I clung to the tree
And was redeemed by the blood

From his hands it came down
From his side it came down
From the feet it came down
And ran to the ground
From the hands it came down   From the side it came down   From the feet it came down   And ran to the ground      Between heaven and hell   A teardrop fell   In the deep crimson dew   The tree of life grew      And the blood gave life   To the branches of the tree   And the blood was the price   That set the captives free      And the numbers that came   Through the fire and the flood   Clung to the tree   And we're redeemed by the blood      From the tree streamed a light   That started the fight   'Round the tree grew a vine   On whose fruit I could dine      My old friend Lucifer came   Fought to keep me in chains   But I saw through the tricks   Of six-sixty-six      And the blood gave life   To the branches of the tree   And the blood was the price   That set the captives free      And the numbers that came   Through the fire and the flood   Clung to the tree   And we're redeemed by the blood      From his hands it came down   From his side it came down   From the feet it came down   And ran to the ground      And a small inner voice   Said, "You do have a choice"   The vine engrafted me   And I clung to the tree      And the blood gave life   To the branches of the tree   And the blood was the price   That set the captives free      And with the numbers that came   Through the fire and the flood   I clung to the tree   And was redeemed by the blood      From his hands it came down   From his side it came down   From the feet it came down   And ran to the ground