Nails like fangs in holy skin
Mocked and torn for every sin
Crown of thorns, the sky went black
Hell itself began to crack
Blood like rivers drenched the wood
Darkness cheered, misunderstood
Stone was sealed, hope laid down
But grave can't hold a thorn-crowned crown
Third day came with quake and flame
Chains were snapped, he broke the shame
Eyes like fire, scars still raw
Heaven roared, the dead in awe
Cross was death – now victory's stage
The lamb returned, a lion's rage
