“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