As mortal death was at the door, the night seemed darker than before
Silence but no peace, visions of agony
The sweat and blood pour out, hemorrhaging from the pores of His body
Rise up, the betrayer is at hand
The Son of Man betrayed into the hands of sinners
Innocent blood will be she'd by the hands of the guilty
As mortal death was at the door, the night seemed darker than before
The sweat and blood pour out, hemorrhaging from the pores of His body