Cindy Morgan - The Whipping lyrics

On they mocked Him And they beat Him They pressed a crown of thorns Upon His head And He was bleeding As He was pleading For the lives of those Who spit on Him - they screamed Crucify Him, crucity Him Now who are You, You filthy Jew To say You'll save us And take us Forgive us of our sins Pain so thick and dull Marching to the skull