Ripped from the Cross

The wind is screaming

Around the empty cross

And blood is spread

Across the sand

Echoes of choirs

Choirs of mourners

Chimes through the silence

On the hillRipped from the cross

The nails on the cross

Were covered with blood

Ripped from the cross

A procession of men

In black coats

And soldiers on march

To Golgatha

In the air

The presence of evil

Crosses lie broken

In the dirt

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