Some think it’s a story, some think it’s a lie,
Some probably wonder, some don’t know why.
What possibility could there be that blood is flowing down from a tree?
At first a trickle and then a stream, and then a river, and now a sea.
Where did it come from? What does it mean?
Like a fountain that’s flowing free all over you, all over me,
And now I’m staring to see a world covered in blood.
World covered in blood,
World covered in blood,
World covered in blood.
Why did we kill the man of peace?
Now his death falls at our feet,
Our hands are stained, we cop a plea,
We justify our every deed,
But still it flows unrestrained, like a flood in the pouring rain,
All over you, all over me,
And now I’m staring to see a world covered in blood.
Covered in blood,
Covered in blood,
Covered in blood.
A world covered in blood.
We know we’re guilty,
We can’t escape forgiving power in this lake,
We stand condemned, but now we’re cleansed,
This blood has the power to make amends,
But still it flows unrestrained, like a wave in a hurricane,
All over you, all over me,
And now I’m staring to see a world covered in blood.
Covered in blood,
Covered in blood,
Whoa.
World covered in blood,
A world covered in blood,
World covered in blood,
Yeah, yeah,
World covered in blood,
A world covered in blood,
A world covered in blood,
(etc, fade)
