The Sixth Hour

The freezing embrace of the night Surrounded your trembling body Whispering desperated prayers While your fellows were sleeping Carrying torches, lanterns And weapon they came The forces of evil broke Into the garden Betrayed and disowned By your only friends Handed over to the governor Speachless on his questions Watching through empty eyes Defenseless and impotent You are alone Scapegoat "Why, what evil he did?" Said Pilate to the crowd King, hear their ominous shout: "Let him be crucified!" Feed the lamb to the wolves Their mouth are open wide The mount of olives prayers Has been fulfilled Not your will But his will Has been done

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

The soldiers took him To the governor They stripped him and Put him a scarlet robe And after twisting Some thorns into a crown, They put it on his head They put a reed In his right hand and knelt before him And mocked him: "Hail! Hail! King of the Jews!" They spat on him, And took the reed And struck him on his dead And after mocking him, They stripped his robe and led him away to crucify him "Hail! Hail! King of the Jews!" Jesus went out Bearing his own cross To the place of the skull Which is called Golgotha

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Lowered and punished for The unfathomable decree of the father Who's turned his face away While the weight of the cross Brought you down into the dirt Sin's burden in heavy Couldn't you stand Before your lord? Invisible hand Has laid a stone on your way The crowd is excited by blood Gathered demons Beholding with scorn You humble yourself Become obedient To whom who led you to death First your knees, then your hand Hit the ground Blood will be shed Jesus Christ falls for the first time There is nothing divine in his fall No longer the son of god Jesus Christ stumbles and falls Falling beneath The weight of the cross His legacy lays forever in the dirt The stumbling block Reveals to the flock There's nothing but flesh That will rot

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Servant of god, immaculate and pure Servant of god, you wasted Your youth and hope He hang above - your beloved son He hang above - bleeding to death Stand before her, heavier the cross Stand before her, weaker by Bleeding knees His mortal flesh belongs to earth His mortal flesh left dead to rot Mother of Christ, mother of lies There is nothing divine He's blood and flesh The fruit of thy womb Shall not be blessed Hallowed be among the whores Sinners live in the hour Of Christ's death There no lamb of god There is no chosen one Holy virgin Mary God is not with thee

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

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Soldiers take his garments And make four parts They take his tunic as well And cast lots for his clothes He stands naked, robbed of his rags Denued of dignity No longer anything Reduced to nothing Exposed to shame Jesus is stripped of his garments Splendor deprived Would you name this man a king? Forsaken by the father who sent Him like a sheep among the wolves Under the purple robe of mockery His mortal flesh is shivering As the thorns scratch his forhead And he's blinded by tears and blood A costant tremor shakes the reed He's holding in his hand Like the scepter Of a deposed king Raised in triumph by his subjects With nails through hand and feet Defeated monarch without a land His reign is over dead and fools Enthroned on the cross Where his glory gets nailed Flanked by thieves

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

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Words die in her mouth Turning them to stones Thick dust has fallen on her heart Cradling the dead son Whose lifeless arm Points to the ground Where he will be buried Torn from her embrace Clothed in a drape Return to the bare earth Infected by the vanity of your cult Showering blood Can't wash away your sins The corpse of god inhumed Jesus Christ was taken down From the cross Wherehewas nailed Jesus Christ was taken down Forever to this earth Divine apathy above Deprived of holiness Lef to rot dead Alone, under a distant sun Alone

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

I was the darkness And loneliness Over the Gethsemane I was doubt wishpering In the wind, And mine was the bitter venom Of despair in the chalice From which he drank Mine were the 30 pieces of silver Mine were the soldiers That came to take him Mine was the hand that places the stone on his way Mine was the lance that pierced his chest And I grew the briar Whose thorns scratched his forhead I waved the robe that covered his shoulder In shame and mockery I was the pain that pierced His mother's hearth I am the splinter In the wood of the cross

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025