"So let the paradigm be shifted/ As the Son of Man is lifted"

We were born already bitten
by the tempter we were smitten
got the curse of Adam written
 on our bones. 

We are creatures dead and graceless
with desires low and faceless
and a longing to be crushed
 beneath the stones.

He has watched us all undressing
First debauching then confessing
Weeds and thistles woven softly
through our hair. 

But He bids us come and follow
from our chamber dark and hollow
and our lips cannot contain this
troubled prayer: 

"Oh, let´s go down far as far as we can
Oh, let´s go down far as far as we can
Yeah, let´s go down far as far as we can
To the pool of blood on the ground." 

There´s a lovely contradiction
at the moment of conviction
when the dead awakened dance
upon their graves.

Every sin becomes a chorus
To the Lamb who suffers for us
A reminder that we are
no longer slaves. 

So let the paradigm be shifted
As the Son of Man is lifted
And the sacred wine comes pouring
from His side. 

Let these thistles turn to roses
As the Son of Man proposes
Giving all Creation´s beauty
to His bride. 

"Oh, let´s wash our face, our hands, and our feet
Let´s wash our face, our hands, and our feet
Let´s wash our face, our hands, and our feet
In the pool of blood on the ground."

I am quite sure He is coming.
I can hear the seraphs strumming,
and the blast of Gabriel´s trumpet
is at hand.

And all the earth begins to rumble
As the sky begins to crumble
And the stars descend
To form a wedding band. 

Every tattered garment mended,
every battered heart defended
by His mighty arms extended
through the clear. 

And we stagger into glory
in this great, eternal story,
as we witness the perfection
of our fear. 

Now the lovers are all broken
by the word not lightly spoken
And the movers are all shaken
by the path not likely taken. 

For His promise comes in thunder
through the curtain torn asunder
That the hour of our deliverance
is here. 

Let´s move on up
Up to the white throne.
Let´s move on up
Up to the white throne.
Let´s move on up
Up to the white throne
From the pool of blood on the ground. 

Yeah, let´s wash our face, our hands, and our feet
Let´s wash our face, our hands, and our feet
Yeah, let´s wash our face, our hands, and our feet
In the pool of blood on the ground. 

Let´s go down far as far as we can.
Let´s go down far as far as we can.
Let´s go down far just as far as we can
To the pool of blood on the ground.
Yeah, the pool of blood on the ground.

- "The Pool of Blood", A Horse and His Boy