Our Lord's enemies, they found Him in Gethsemane They took God's only Son from the olive grove And I decry, that which is breathing tends to die Oh my
The morning has nothing to fear from the night Reaching the monastery of St Catherine The burning bush where Moses spoke with his God The chamber of
[Music by A. Tompkins] I have been betrayed again All my rights have been denied All my friends have turned me in I have been betrayed by them Even
[Music by A. Tompkins and I. Arkley] From the outside all appeared serene The garden framing a dreamlike scene In the beginning the house was new The
[Music by A. Tompkins and I. Arkley] The light of morn pours through the window To settle on pages torn The book, so old, vainly the truth waits for
[Music by I. Arkley] Life is unceasing
[Music by A. Tompkins and I. Arkley] The night becomes the day The darkness is swept away My life became the death The pain was in my last spoken breath
[Music by A. Tompkins] My life, my days, they all just seem to pass away My dreams, my thoughts They all just seemed to come to nought I find each day
[Music by A. Tompkins and I. Arkley] Faded by the hands of time Faint echoes of my childhood dream The images of days gone by Are seldom what they seem
[Music by A. Tompkins and J. De Ron] In the distance, my falcon flies, circling above a clearing in the forest. Suddenly, I hear its cries as it falls
[Music by J. De Ron] A pool of water, crystal clear and shimmering, beneath the light of an ancient moon. The water's cold tranquillity, majestic and
[Music by A. Tompkins and C. Burton] The dead who crave not life, I know not why they lie there floating. They lie devoid of thought, bereft of life
[Music by J. De Ron and A. Tompkins] The song I perceive as I wander through the woods through the dim light of dawn, lilts as it?s carried on soft shifting
[Music by A. Tompkins, C. Burton and J. Sherlock] Lassitude overwhelming me, my consideration to relent once more strengthened with time. But the pervasiveness
[Music by J. De Ron] Distant voices begin to sing, "Now the fire's burning, let the fire spread so those who think they live will realise that they are
Over time they've forsaken that great war crime of the ages I dig and toil with bleeding hands and recoil At the thought of mine own sunken faith My own
[Music by J. De Ron, J. Sherlock and A. Tompkins] Darkness in the garden The prayers of the Desired of Nations are spent As the blood drips from His
[Music by J. Sherlock, A. Tompkins and J. De Ron] He was led to the place Which was called Skull Driving nails Into His wrists and heel Pain The Christ