Lord of the dance

We danced in the night

Baptised ourselves in the rain

Caressed our broken hearts

Tried to ease the ceaseless pain

The cross stood before us

While the wine it poured

And bread that fed us

Drove deeper in the sword

A bitter crown of thorns

Lay alone on the throne

Noone dared be so adorned

Lest they throw the first stone

Crosses borne upon our back

Silent burdens stoicly carried

Forgetting to forgive

Remembering those who harried

The dance has ended

We sleep and don’t dream

A void is our home

Our hearth is a scream

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