From his hands it came down,
from his side it came down,
from his feet it came down,
Between heaven and hell, teardrop fell
to the branches of the tree
And the blood was the pride
that set the Catholics free
And the numbers that came
through the fire and the flood
and were redeemed by the blood
From the tree sprang the lion
Round the tree grew the vine
whose fruit I could guide
My old friend Lucifer came,
thought to keep me in chains
But I saw through the tricks
to the branches of the tree
And the blood was the prize
that set the captives free
And the numbers that came
through the fire and the blood
and were redeemed by the blood
From his hands it came down,
from his side it came down
From his feet it came down
Then an inner voice said,
The vine it grabbed in me
to the branches of the tree
And the blood was the price
that set the captives free
And the numbers that came,
through the fire and the blood
I clung to the tree and grew deep
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