Skull Mountain
They dressed him in a robe of blood.
Scarlet as the virginal dawn Skin pierced through with thorns
The bitter crown of Eternal Glory As heavy a weight as the world
A thin reed, flexible as the law held in his grip
Eli Eli Lama Sabachthani
Pain greater than the footprint of God
They dressed him in a robe of blood
Crimson as berries freshly staining snow.
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