To look across the haords

The throngs of intolerance

Mans fate realized in hate

The day love was hanged.


Of all great sins salvation in paradox

Salvation of sins by sacrificing God


Thirty nine stripes upon his beaten back

And you can't give me one second

One second of your precious (time)


Pierced wrists, broken, whipped bloody,

Speared and bruised, crown of thorns.

Slaughtered as a lamb and all to rise again


It doesn't matter how many times I die,

I can't take your sins away