As mortal death was at the door
The night seemed darker than before
Silence but no peace
Visions of agony
The sweat and blood pour out
Hemorrhaging from the pores of His body
Rise up
The betrayer is at hand
The Son of Man betrayed
Into the hands of sinners
Innocent blood
Will be shed
By the hands of the guilty
As mortal death was at the door
The night seemed darker than before
The sweat and blood pour out
Hemorrhaging from the pores of His body
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