Betrayed and captured, sentenced to death
Walking slowly, on the Via Dolorosa
On the head, a crown of thorns
And the crowd, yells and mourns

Spikes in the hands
And in the feet
Gestas to his right
Dismas to the left

Betrayed and captured, sentenced to death
Walking slowly, on the Via Dolorosa
On the head, a crown of thorns
And the crowd, yells and mourns

Spikes in the hands
And in the feet
Gestas to his right
Dismas to the left

Upon a hill, the hill of skulls
Three crosses stand, the hour is full
None of them will survive the night
But two of them will see the light

If you are the one, if you’re Eli’s son
Then save thyself, and us too
We receive the due reward for what we’ve done
This man is not guilty, he’s done nothing wrong

Upon a hill, the hill of skulls
Three crosses stand, the hour is full
None of them will survive the night
But two of them will see the light

Remember me when you come into your kingdom
Truly I say to you: today you’ll be with me in paradise