The crucifixion

The streets are heavy the air is light

Torches flicker in the dead of night

À whisper travels betrayals seed

Silver coins for a man's misdeed

Garden shadows where the prayer gets deep

Sweat like blood in the silence creeps

A kiss to mark him sold and bound

Soldiers march as the chains resound

Crowds are roaring let him fall

The judgment rings in a broken hall

Thorns for a crown the robes disguise

But the truth burns bright in his eyes

Cross on his back through the city's spine

Each step heavy like a fading line

Mocking words but the truth won't fade

The path that he walks is the path he made

In the final hour the sky turns grey

Footsteps echo in a world of clay

Truth on trial but the lies won't stay

The final hour leads the way

They put a crown of thorns on his head

Mocking words but he never fled

Carried the cross through the crowd's loud cries

Eyes on the heavens where truth never dies

Thirty silver pieces bought the betrayal

Kissed by a friend but love never failed

The earth shook when the skies turned black

A moment of loss but no turning back

Three days later the stone rolled away

An empty tomb where his body laid

Victory rose from the depths of despair

The cross was heavy but hopes still there

They raised him high but he stayed low

Forgiving hearts in the pain he'd show

Nails in his hands yet love still flowed

On the hill where the sacrifice glowed

In the final hour the sky turns grey

Footsteps echo in a world of clay

Truth on trial but the lies won't stay

The final hour leads the way