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 

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