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 Lord, his last hours of sorrow
I implore my hope for tomorrow

Our Lord's enemies, they mocked Him as they bowed their knees
They put God's only Son in a crown of thorns

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And I decry, that which is breathing tends to die

Oh my Lord, I hope I can find you
I deplore the way that they bind you

Our Lord's enemies, they killed Him on a torture tree
They sent God's only Son to a lowly grave
And I decry, that which is breathing tends to die

paramaecium

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Albums / OSTs:
a time to mourn
echoes from the ground
exhumed of the earth
within the ancient forest

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