The red blood of a King poured upon the ground A crown of thorns wedged into His skull The weight and burden of sin too heavy for a man to hold Sliced into pieces, death upon a wooden cross
Death FOR YOUR INFIRMITIES, BY HIS STRIPES WE ARE HEALED The suffering HUMILIATION FOR US TO ESCAPE THE GATES OF HELL
Blood to wash you clean, forgive you from sin Death to this world, life for His acceptance Crimson thornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
