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Now the sentenced has been passed, death will soon be here The time has come for him to die, his face tormented fear Pilate washed his hands of him, nothing can be done To stop the anti-Christians having their evil fun Marching on to Calgary, the cross digs in his back He knows that there is no return, he cannot resist attack Blood is pouring from the wounds where the whip has bitten His eyes show the pain he's in, the people by death smitten You will die on the cross When the time is right You will die on the cross Hang by day and by night Waiting on the route of death, the baying, chanting crowd Spit on him as he walks by and defilate the shroud On ahead at Calgary the thorns and nails await To be forced in through his wrists, driven in by hate You will die on the cross When the time is right You will die on the cross Hang by day and by night Die Christ, in pain, nailed to wood Letras de cancionesFrom skulls of apostles we drink his blood A thorn crown is forced on his head A spear enters his lung - he is dead Hanging still on the cross, blood falls to the earth His father sent him down to save, has it been his worth? A lonely figure on the hill, nailed onto a pole Will the Holy Ghost descend to take his blackened soul? You will die on the cross When the time is right You will die on the cross Hang by day and by night Die on the cross, die on the cross, die on the cross You will die on the cross From Letras Mania