As mortal death was at the door,
The night seemed darker than before.

Silence but no peace,
Visions of agony.
The sweat and blood pour out,
Hemorrhaging from the pores of His body.

Rise Up

The betrayer is at hand.

The Son of Man betrayed
Into the hands of sinners.
Innocent blood
Will be shed
By the hands of the guilty.

As mortal death was at the door,
The night seemed darker than before.
The sweat and blood pour out,
Hemorrhaging from the pores of His body.