Now the last ten steps in silence
his cause upon his shoulders's strength
feel the burning weight of darkness
weight of sacrificial death
Lacerated, torn and jaded
dressed in cloaks of mockery
the jury's cries as pilate turned and
washed his hands, set satan free
As the crown's blood stained his vision
the spears punctured his slender side
nails of hatred driven deeply
the lamb was tortured, sent to die
Now the last ten steps in silence
his cause upon his failing strength
carried the cross in silence
the weight of sacrificial death
As his throat, dry and forgiving
of all inflicted unto him
limbs tore into suffocation
spirit sinking, black with sin
Died for me
died for me
the lamb died for me
the lamb died for me
I am free