Final Hour

Mortal Men Trained For This
Carve His End With Their Fists
Tie Him To A Tree
And Whip Him To His Knees
Flagellum Straps Of Bone And Steel
Rip At Flesh, That Won't Heal
Blood-Spray Fills The Air
A Badge The Guards To Wear

First With Staff And Then Fists
Soldiers Taste Bitterness
From Tongues Their Cursing Comes
They Mock The Chosen One
Wrapped In Colors Of A King
Bloody Eyes That Now Sting
The End Is Near, But Not Yet
The Sacrifice Isn't Met

Chorus:
Put To Death, By Hands Of Cowards
Never Swayed, His Final Hour

Shredded Flesh And Roughhewn Wood
Intertwined, Understood
On His Back, Drags The Beam
To The Hill, Death It Seems
The Politician Is Relieved
The Holy Man Is Deceived
To Think That The Law Could Save
Trust Himself, Now The Slave

Soldiers Stalk They're Dying Prey
"Are You Not Who You Say?"
They Mock The Beaten One
All Of Their Mercy Done
As Holy Men Start To Pray
Selecting Lambs For The Day
Jesus Hangs On A Hill
All His Blood There Is Spilled

Chorus:
Put To Death, By Hands Of Cowards
Never Swayed, His Final Hour
Put To Death, By Hands Of Cowards
Never Swayed, His Final Hour

Chorus:
Put To Death, By Hands Of Cowards
Never Swayed, His Final Hour

For All The Earth And It's Souls
Just As The Prophets Foretold
Offer The Sacrifice
Divine Exchange, Life For Life