Blood cries from the earth. Killer flee!
-why are you wroth, why is your countenance fallen,
Where is your brother?
Judgement burns within your chest.
Wherever you go, you hear the voice of
Your brother, from the ground that drank his blood.
Rootless without hope, you wander about.
But there is blood drowning the voice of Abel.
It sings about the mercy of God.
The blood of the son will be shed,
To quench the thirst of the earth.
The strongholds of Satan will fall,
For the wind of the merciful words.
Death will be devoured,
Sin will lose its edge,
Justice will be served and the sin itself will be judged.
Blood cries forever from the sancturary of heaven.