The strong man he will kneel down
   whalst angels strip him of cloak and crown
   through bitter lips come vile breath
   he is the last one to confess
  
   there will be no pity for him
   we must kill him where he stands
   no there will be no mercy for him
   nor for any of his klan
  
   let there be no hesitation
   get a rope an make it quick
   each last breath come from his mouth
   i will beat it out with a stick
  
   pray boy you've no reservations
   the word will be carried out
   he is the one who brought down the son
   let there be no doubt
  
   there is power wonder workin' power
   in the blood of the lamb
   there is power wonder workin' power
   in the precious blood of the lamb
  
   he's seated on the right hand