Holes in his hands, holes in his feet
A wounded chest, a bloody face
Nails hammered in the body of Christ
A spear pierced, a crown of thorns
Spirit comes down on their hearts
Like the rain wets the arid ground
Now shine your wisdom, on their eyes that was blind
After the last breath, the sky became black
People runaway and now their consciences are screaming
Our sins are printed in the holy drape
Our salvation born in the holy drape
A placid face, a whiped man
King of Judaic, king of the kings
There isn't a spot, on his reputation
And his death has beat the force of evil
Spirit comes down on their hearts
Like the rain wet the arid ground
Now shine your wisdom, on their eyes that was blind
After the last breath the sky become black
People runaway and now their consciences are screaming
Our sins are printed in the holy drape
Our salvation born in the holy drape
In his drape there's the sign of God
This picture states the sacrifice
His holy son dead for us
His death has saved the world
But many people refused his force, oh no!
In this drape there's the sign of God
This picture state the sacrifice
His holy son dead for us
Our sins are printed in the holy drape
Our salvation born in the holy drape