Good Friday it was,

When the murder did occur,

The murder of an innocent,

Killed by the curs,

Complacent though they were.

Not a thought did they think,

Not even a silent pause

As they envied him for his innocence

As they killed him for their joy.

The ones who did resist the malice,

The ones who did follow him,

Lie weeping on their knees.

They rise up in anger

Bearing ax and hammer.

Seeking revenge do they,

Ignoring all distractions

Bearing purity in a crystal chalice.

The Sacrifice there lies dead,

Deep within his bloody mire.

He is dead, he is slain,

Anger within those who would avenge cannot be contained,

They seek retribution for the wrong that was unjustly wrought,

The blood remnant on their hands,

Have they got what they've sought?

The ones who did resist the malice,

The ones who did indeed follow him,

Lie weeping on their knees.

They rise up in anger

Bearing the ax and hammer.

Seeking revenge do they,

Ignoring all distractions

Bearing purity in the crystal chalice.