Текст песни Blood of the Lamb - Gabby Callwood

Marks on your body, holes in your hands
Wounds on your feet, spear in the lamb
They broke their legs, but saw you died
So left yours there, as prophesied
As prophesied to us
Hallelujah, hmm
Ya hmm
Hold up, wait

Blood of the lamb is on your hands
Blood of the lamb is on your hands
Is on your hands and mine
I won't wash them, ain't no Pontius Pilate
Blood of the lamb is on your hands
Blood of the lamb is on your hands
Is on your hands and mine
I won't wash them, ain't no Pontius Pilate

You were crucified
They blaming Judas, why
He let the devil take control, it led to his demise
Money rules the world and the fame, it got em twisted
People acting cruel, satan really thinks he's winning
It's just the beginning of the end times
My Lord is coming like a thief in the night
Peter swung his sword to defend your side
But you healed the wound and you gave your life (Ya ya)

Blood of the lamb is on your hands
Blood of the lamb is on your hands
Is on your hands and mine
I won't wash them, ain't no Pontius Pilate
Blood of the lamb is on your hands
Blood of the lamb is on your hands
Is on your hands and mine
I won't wash them, ain't no Pontius Pilate

I lost sight but I came right back to you
You're the way, the life, and you're the truth
Jesus called, said he prepared a room
And he's the only God that died for you
Not no allah
Not no buddha
Or ganesha
Not no brahma
The one true God, is Yeshua, hmm

Blood of the lamb is on your hands
Blood of the lamb is on your hands
Is on your hands and mine
I won't wash them, ain't no Pontius Pilate
Blood of the lamb is on your hands
Blood of the lamb is on your hands
Is on your hands and mine
I won't wash them, ain't no Pontius Pilate

Broke their legs, but saw you died
So left yours there, as prophesied