the blood of the son

IS THERE ONE THIS MORNING 

WITH A DEMON TO LAY DOWN? 

IS BLACK EVIL FORMING

A CIRCLE ‘ROUND YOU NOW?

TO STOP YOU FROM HEARING 

SALVATION BEGUN?

TAKE THIS AIR AS A CLEARING 

DEVIL JUMP UP AND RUN!

SINNER GAMBLE ALL NIGHT

IN LUCK’S WICKED PARADE 

BENEATH A POISONOUS LIGHT 

FROM BURNING PRAYERS HE MADE

THE DEVIL AND HIS FRIEND’S 

GROTESQUE ENSEMBLE OF FUN

CAN’T WASH YOUR WINE SOAKED SINS 

IN THE BLOOD OF THE SON

A CONSTELLATION OF HARPIES

SHADOW YOUR GRAVESTONE BED

THEY TOOK YOUR SOUL AND YOUR CAR KEYS 

LEFT YOU THE THOUGHTS IN YOUR HEAD

THE SONG OF EVIL BEGINS 

AFTER THE ANGELS HAVE SUNG 

YOU GOTTA WASH YOUR SINS 

IN THE BLOOD OF THE SON

I KNOW YOU HAVE YOUR DOUBTS 

YOU AND EVERY HARLOT’S SON 

BUT WHO DONE WON THEIR BOUTS 

WITH THE DEVIL? NOT A ONE.

IS THERE ONE THIS MORNING

WHO WILL KNEEL INSTEAD OF RUN? 

AND BEQUEATH HIS SINS

TO THE BLOOD OF THE SON

YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW IT

BUT YER TRIPPIN…

ON THE BLOOD OF THE SON

DON’T NEED TO SHOW IT

BUT YER DRIPPIN…

WITH THE BLOOD OF THE SON