The Cross lies heavy on the shoulder on the Way
Upstairs to Golgotha the place of skulls and pain
The mob wants to run your blood , your Father wants your soul
How can he forgive them for doing this deed of foul ?

Wrists torn up by barbed wire lying in an unmarked grave
Entombed in soil of mouldered years, disgraced, defiled and slaved
2000 years of pain the cross is the same to bear
Nails tear your flesh and bones nothing else left to share

Thiefs and mercenaries bound by a spell
The Church of Fake takes an oath on Hell
The cross lies heavy... The man keeps going the Way
like at that time,like in those days