Can you feel the pain he feels as the nails go through his hands,
Driving them in deeper: bloody red hands,
A crown of thorns on his head,
"Come down from there", they cry, "as you saved others, can't you save yourself?"
Blindfolded - the soldiers demand prophecy: "who is hitting you now, who is hitting now,"
"Why don't you tell us? - I thought you were the son of God,"
"Who is hitting now?"
"Take him away."
Oh, they're killing my Lord,
Oh, they're killing my Lord,
Like a lamb...like a lamb to the slaughter is sheared, so he never spoke a word,
Oh, they're killing my Lord.
By the power of God, day became as dark as night,
The curtain - torn in two,
"It is finished,"
They spit on him and mock his name, very much like the world today,
Beat him, laugh at him - ha, ha, ha.
Oh, they're killing my Lord,
Oh, they're killing my Lord,
Like a lamb...like a lamb at the slaughter is sheared, so he never spoke a word,
Oh, they're killing my...
So, can you feel the pain he feels as the nails go through his hands?
'Cause they're driving them in deeper.
