Here stands before you a broken man
Wild creature of the night
He stand accused of things he may not have done is he guilty he might be but
now we will learn.
You can always say your prayers… Guilty
You fall on your knees and pray. Mercy
I will wash my hands of you there’s nothing more that I can do Bring me nails, bring me the cross, bring me the Crown of Thorns
And so the righteous will now be damned
Pray mercy on our souls
Now and forever the story told was he guilty he must be well never know
You can always say your prayers. Guilty
You fall on your knees and pray. Mercy
Bring me nails, bring me the cross, bring me the Crown of Thorns
Here stands before you the risen man
Lost preacher of the light
And who will follow forever more?
A Saviour he must be look at his hands
You can always say your prayers… Guilty
You fall on your knees and pray… Mercy
Glory is as glory does
Shine mercy from the lord above
Bring me nails, bring me the cross, bring me the Crown of Thorns