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, death upon a wooden cross

Death 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

Death to this world, life for his acceptance

Crimson thorn