(Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)
The Saints smiled gravely and they said, "He's come"
(Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)
Walking lepers followed rank on rank,
Lurching bravos from the ditches dank
Drabs from the alleyways and drug fiends pale
Minds still passion ridden, soul flowers frail:
Vermin eaten saints with mouldy breath,
Unwashed legions with the ways of Death
(Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?)