Golden Eyes

His body torn to wounds, to crimson cries
Where flagellation ripped his flesh to screams
Still love is glowing in his golden eyes

Cut on bleeding cut, his arms, his thighs
The blood is coursing down his back in streams
His body torn to wounds, to crimson cries

The cross – the sins of all, all hatred, lies
Are loaded on his soul, all hell's black themes
Still love is glimmering in his golden eyes

Nails driven through his hands, his feet, the skies
Reverberate with torture-loaded screams
His body torn to wounds, to crimson cries

The drug to ease the pain he still denies
His vision blurred by agony's extremes
Still love is glistening in his golden eyes

He loves his enemies, their deaths he dies
His blood is dripping down the wooden beams
His body torn to wounds, to crimson cries
Still love is flickering in his suffering eyes

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