The skies turned to black ,
as thunder clouds rolled ,
a cross of wood .
To jeering crowd ,
this King of love ,
to scars a kiss that Judas gave ,
a hanging tree was his grave .
And so a purple robe he wore ,
past Gethsemony

Past the cup of Roth to drink ,
his Fathers anger was his cry ,
Mary weeping by his side ,
the nails were driven in .

The crows above his head awaited for his death ,
and Satan card he thought was his ace ,
flapped  his  heavy black wings ,
then took to flight ,
when the spear was driven in .

Yet the temple curtain was torn in two ,
a lamb was slaughtered for me and you ,
and finished was Christ Jesus final cry ,
bread and wine ,
Yeast and grape ,
Untill he comes again ,
my friends ,
Cheers ,!