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