lord Feel the nails of pain Carving through the flesh Brutalized upon the altar With a crown of thorns Damnation awaits the sinners Laceration
, He supplied demand He was mocked, spit upon, His clothes were torn Royalty was represented with a crown of thorns They placed Him in a robe, they gave
The holly and the ivy when they are both full grown Of all the trees that are in the wood, the holly bears the crown The rising of the sun and the running
to feed them again now is the winter of my discontent drowning in my own defense villans conform them in line to adorn them with crown of thorns and
to Heaven's golden shore A crown of life he gives on that glad day With him we'll live forever more Those cruel thorns they pierced my Savior's head
, His hands, His feet Sorrow and love flow mingled down Did e'er such love and sorrow meet Or thorns compose so rich a crown? To Christ, who won for sinners
Saviour The holly bears a berry As red as any blood And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ To do poor sinners good The holly bears a prickle As sharp as any thorn
bears a berry, As red as any blood, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, To do poor sinners good [Refrain] The holly bears a prickle, As sharp as any thorn
's what holds us all together. But I've only known once in my lifetime Love in its purest form. He came here for me Suffered and then died under a crown of thorns
adapted by Loreena McKennitt) The holly and the ivy When they are full grown, Of all the trees in the wood The holly bears the crown. The rising of
is big But we shall take them all Gather them up One by one The hope they saw in God Shall I disappear in an ocean of thorns The thorns their fake messiah
He stood before Pilot an innocent man They cried "crucify," He supplied demand He was mocked, spit upon, His clothes were torn Royalty was represented with a crown of thorns
crucifix disguise See when the canvas stands before me I'm compelled to spill a vision For the sinners that listen, I got three spikes and a thorned crowns
man's curse A third, a fourth, a fifth, and a sixth You wore my crown of thorns, you took my licks as they spit In ya face, off the cross a sinner you
O sacred Head, now wounded With grief and shame weighed down Now scornfully surounded With thorns, Thine only crown How art Thou pale with anguish With
' that never sleeps beneath my silken covers Reared its head and bit its thumb at my morality. [Chorus:] Her passion for passion - it will devour Cruel are the thorns