Lyrics - The Killing by Paramaecium

He was led to the place
Which was called
Skull
Driving nails
Into
His wrists and heel
Pain
The
Christ of prophecy
Hung there until dead
Blood shed
He gave up
His spirit
And such was the end
The corpse still warm
Was removed the tree
And sent to its burial
Hewn in rock
This deep, silent tomb