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Crimson ThornThe red blood of a king, poured upon the groundA crown of thorns, wedged into his skull The weight and burden of sin, too heavy for a man to hold Sliced into pieces, death upon a wooden cross Death for your infirmities, by his stripes we are healed The suffering humiliation, for us to escape the gates of hell Blood to wash you clean, forgive you from sin Death to this world, life for his acceptance Crimson thorn |