Jesus of Nazareth, the King of the Jews Feeble one in mortal form Crowned with thorns and purple robe At the hill of Place of Skulls Take the gift of grand suffering Bear your cross and sins of man
By your wounds none shall be healed None shall mourn after you
At humiliation's shrine Blind subservient sheep Alone, mocked and scourged Nailed to his cross
Dimming light of the crucified Sinking to the depths unknown Armed with his nothingness In vain turning to his God
Mouth that once sowed the lies Now gaping and gasping for air Eternal salvation is no more It's not thou will, but MY willTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
