Nails like fangs in holy skin
Mocked and torn for every sin
Crown of thorns, the sky went black
Hell itself began to crack

Blood like rivers drenched the wood
Darkness cheered, misunderstood
Stone was sealed, hope laid down
But grave can't hold a thorn-crowned crown

Third day came with quake and flame
Chains were snapped, he broke the shame
Eyes like fire, scars still raw
Heaven roared, the dead in awe

Cross was death – now victory's stage
The lamb returned, a lion's rage