The red blood of a king, poured upon the ground
A crown of thorns, wedged into his skull
The weight and burden of sin, too heavy for a man to hold
Sliced into pieces, d**h upon a wooden cross
d**h for your infirmities, by his stripes we are healed
The suffering humiliation, for us to escape the gates of hell
Blood to wash you clean, forgive you from sin
d**h to this world, life for his acceptance
Crimson thorn