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