Theres blood dripping from the cross above the door
Blood dripping like never before
Blood dripping all the way to the floor boards
The Blood of Christ dripping from the cross above the door
The blood of christ dripping like never before
A wreath of thorns his only crown
Nails driven thru his flesh pound after pound
It is the lords words were throwing around
A wreath of thorns his only crown
The lords words doing the correcting
under his protection you get the right direction
The blood of christ dripping all the way to the floor boards
The war was brutal from beginning to end
the bodies return home in cinder boxes
Bodies so cold it turns your blood ffrom red to blue
The bloodlines are broken the names are all a blur
The most high king returns to his throne
His kingdom almost overthrown
Reflections of life from an immortal soul
The most high king returns to his throne
A crown of j**els in his hands
With beacons of light that dazzle your eyes
It is the lords soul were resurrecting
The blood of christ dripping from the cross above the door
The blood of christ dripping like never before
It is the lords soul were resurrecting
The blood of christ dripping all the way to the floor boards