In the heat of early morning
On a hill they call a skull
The roaring of angry mob
They had settled to a lull

They cast their eyes upon the man
A man whose hand and feet were bound
They saw him cry in anguish
They heard the hammer pound

They watched the ****** woven thorn
They crowned his head
They watched the ****** cross
Of wood dropped in the ground

The solder gambled for his clothe
They watched them win and lose
They saw a sign above his head
Said king of Jews

The sky grew black as night
They scatter in fright
The work was done
Redemption had won a battle without fight