“Videns autem Pilatus quia nihil proficeret sed magis tumultus fieret,
accepta aqua lavit man*s coram populo,
dicens innocens ego sum a sanguine iusti huius: vos videritis.
Et respondens universus populus dixit:
“Sanguis eius super nos et super filios nostros””
Flock of the Lord
sworn enemies of the Son
Hands curled in fists
and poison on tongues
Twisted are sermons
and spilled is prophets' blood
Frantic mob of Jerusalem
Children of God
Let His blood be upon us and Our children
Let his blood fall on our heads
Let His blood be upon us and Our children
Let his blood fall on our heads
Now axe is by the root
and noose upon the neck
Counted are breaths
and measured our graves
Yet Our viper's tribe
yearns for copper snake
Believes sinless few will stop
the rain of flames
Let his blood be upon us and our children
Let his blood fall on our heads
Let his blood be upon us and our children
Let his blood fall on our heads
Lord have mercy upon us all
Have forgiveness on Our kind