Paramaecium

Paramaecium - The Killing lyrics

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He was led to the place

Which was called Skull

Driving nails

Into His wrists and heel

Pain



The Christ of prophecy

Hung there until dead

Blood shed



He gave up His spirit

And such was the end



The corpse still warm

Was removed the tree

And sent to its burial



Hewn in rock

This deep, silent tomb 
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