Wounds of Christ Lyrics


Exact bleeding lacerations mirroring the sacred wounds of Christ

A blessing of the devout penetrating through the wrists and feet

Back lashings bleed as the blood odor reeks of flowers

A crown of thorns and a spear in the side

A rapture of Roman torture

Wounds of Christ carried by the saints

Wounds of Christ

Twelve divine apostles

Only the most noble followers are blessed with this pain

A gift from God possesses those and fills them with rage

Exact bleeding lacerations mirroring the sacred wounds of Christ

A blessing of the devout penetrating through the wrists and feet

Back lashings bleed as the blood odor reeks of flowers

A crown of thorns and a spear in the side

A rapture of Roman torture

The ecstacy of the limbs covered wounds

Remedies will not cure

Power of alleged miracles the profound want and confound the doubters

Exact bleeding lacerations mirroring the sacred wounds of Christ

A blessing of the devout penetrating through the wrists and feet

Back lashings bleed as the blood odor reeks of flowers

A crown of thorns and a spear in the side

A rapture of Roman torture

The ecstacy of the limbs covered wounds

Remedies will not cure

Power of alleged miracles the profound want and confound the doubters

Wounds of Christ carried by the saints

Wounds of Christ

Twelve divine apostles

Only the most noble followers are blessed with this pain

A gift from God possesses those and fills them with rage