Letras:
Bloody Sunday Through His Blood

when i was young i questioned my faith at a time when i was searching and now i look back when i'm down whenever i hurt think of Christ and I think of

who comes to push us The bloody master Is bloody dead dead dead And who comes to strike us And who comes to hold us Where is his colour Where

nin Blood? Awww-w-w-w Aw baby, aw baby I sai-i-i-i-d Piruuuuu Loooove, babyyyyy Baby-y-y-y Piruuuuuuu Loooooove Piruu Lo-o-o-ve Babyyyy [BLOODY MARY]