Crown Of Thorns

Dark Avenger

- With the roman naves disembarked a rape, a risen shadow in wooden shaped, the Littles' fall on bent knees, was not the worse war injury?

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- There were a pack of roman priests, to heathen faith they rose the fists, with lies and tricks worship a cross, imposing them some serious loss. Pendragon King they used to hoax, with groaning greed spoiling folks, with moaning chants rosary in hand, the Little ones ask 'till when they'll stand.

The Roman Priests (Personifying Christ's last moments)

Lacerating pain

Sticking down into my wounded skull it hurts

I raise my eyes to the sky to see the Lord

but they seem so turbid by the red blood of thorns

Eli, Eli why did you leave me so alone

Here in this cross?

Upon my head I feel the heft of all their sins

I've tasted the whip of their hatred on my back

My arms are open wide

My bones were broken down

And here upon my head lies a crown of thorns

I tried to make them see

Their eyes so blind guide them right into the hell

Words ain't enough to show the truth the Pharisees

Ask for my blood to bath the cross in the name of God

See, see the end is so near

There will be no more return

You've thrown the dice, you've played the game

Satan has won

You've lost your souls to whoredom

My arms are open wide

My bones were broken down

And here upon my head lies a crown of thorns

" Judica me Domine et discerne causam meam

De gente non sancta ab homine

iniquo et doloso erue me

Quia tu es, Deus, fortitudo mea

Quare me repullisti, et quare tristis incedo

dum affligit me inimicus?

There's enough promiscuity

Many promises were broken

They've violated thy holy name

Before the dark altar of satan

God don't allow the heathens stain thy holy name

Thy holy church must prevail

With pain and hate whatever it takes

I swear o Lord I'll be thy hand

Who's gonna save their lost souls

See my struggle within my heart

I will prevail, I must not die

Grant me wash their souls away

Into the blood of their sins

The time is short and running low

Satan lives like yesterday!

My arms are open wide my

Bones were broken down

And here upon my head lies

A crown of thorns

A crown of thorns

Crown of thorns!