Not thirsty am I for the blood

Of redeemer of thy greed

My hunger can't be satisfied

With flesh of thy nazarene

No gilded streets of heaven's grace

Entice me in thy speech

No holy mother doth condone

All your pillage war and greed



But know thee that all oceans worth

Of waters turned holy

Won't change the course of river

That runs inside of me

My blood flows ever skyward

And pools where thy black is white



For woulst thou not carme at my soul

With sword of thy supreme truth

Strike me down on my bended knees

For thy baptism so soothe



My blood flows ever skywawrd

And pools where thy black is white

Alone am I to raise my head

In the starless forest night