7 acessos
The charge has been made, I am sentenced to die
Beaten, bloodied and scourged through the night
A long slow march to the skull on the hill
Don't let me die but please do Your will
No tonic to soothe me, I die as a thief
Upon my shoulders this burden of grief
Now my breath has left me, storms blot out the sun
Tombs are cracking open, Death has come undone