They say that He is a prophet And that He is the one
They say that He Is the Son of God To bring us all our salvation
He is calling us hypocrites, Stirring the people to riot We cannot kill Him ourselves. So let us pawn him off To Pontius Pilate
The people love This man called Christ A riot He Could certainly entice
Contradicting That what we say May He be dead Before the end of day
Blasphemy filled Within His words The things He says Are so absurd
We are holy, We are just We have to do What we must
Price him that He Be delivered Pay Judas 30 pieces of silver
Betrayal supreme, Forgiveness divine A kiss upon the cheek Will be the sign
The trial of Christ May now commence I know Herod Will be convinced That the words of Jesus Shall be our downfall This Man is dangerous To Caesar and us all
Only a few will weep And fewer will sorrow But these peasants Will forget Him by tomorrow
Gone will be He And all His prophecies To this mere man They will never fall to their knees
We beg of you, To find Him guilty Let Him be crucified Among the filthy
So let it be written So let it be done Let this Man's name Be spoken by no one
"The people have chosen The Nazarene to die I cannot understand Where your reasons lie Jesus has done nothing To deserve this fate Barabbas is the one Who is filled with hate My conscience is cleansed Swept away like a flood I wash my hands Of this Man's blood"
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