There is a fountain filled with blood / Drawn from Emmanuel's veins; / And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, / Lose all their guilty stains.

Toll for the brave - / The brave! that are no more: / All sunk beneath the wave, / Fast by their native shore.

Rome shall perish - write that word / In the blood that she has spilt.

I'm a fountain of blood. In the shape of a girl.

I wanted to feel like I could open my mouth and fill it with Pepper's flesh, close my teeth on her skin and tear it away, making blood pump like a fountain over everything - rug, clothes, hair, face - both Violet and I stopped in midair. Pepper's eyes had flooded with tears. It was too easy, she was enjoying this. Her body softened like a sponge waiting to soak up my punches. Her lips smiled the same way Valerie's did. It was as if I had discovered maggots in her flesh. I recoiled from her where she lay on the bed like a piece of rotting meat.

Thou didst cleave the fountain and the flood: thou driedst up mighty rivers.