The Cross lies heavy on the shoulder on the Way Upstairs to Golgotha the place of skulls and pain The mob wants to run your blood, your Father wants your soul How can he forgive them for doing this deed of foul?
Wrists torn up by barbed wire lying in an unmarked grave Entombed in soil of mouldered years, disgraced, defiled and slaved 2000 years of pain the cross is the same to bear Nails tear your flesh and bones nothing else left to share
Thiefs and mercenaries bound by a spell The Church of Fake takes an oath on Hell The cross lies heavy... The man keeps going the Way like at that time,like in those days