No time for spindoctor's medicine Cooked up by the government, selling me some cover-up Sponsored information, crack pipes in the shopping malls Nothing but another drug, a license they can buy and sell I don't mind dying I don't mind dying I don't mind dying When that call it comes, I will be ready for war No time for backhanded compliments From bourgeois apologists desperate for an incident Real-estate assassins, assessing my predicament My dollar bills dependant upon it being in their interest I don't mind dying I don't mind dying I don't mind dying When that call it comes, I will be ready for war CHORUS There is power in the blood, justice in the sword When that call it comes, I will be ready for war Power in the blood, justice in the sword When that call it comes, I will be ready I will raise mah sword up right To the bright and shining light, Stained crimson red with the blood of the unredeemed And as I cut them limb from limb, and I dash all their kith and kin, You know, their bodies I will bury in the deep Because there's power in the blood. There's power in the blood.