Magnus Rising Portrait
A portrait of Jesus
Hangs on my filthy wall
As the nails tear
Towards the fingers from the palms
A portrait of Jesus
Hangs so still and tall
As the thorns tear passed the skin
Into the skull
Call me Judas and feed me lamb
I'll pass you over, leave you for dead
30 pieces of silver, the price of betrayal
Of all that's forgiven forever a slave
A portrait of Jesus
Hangs and may never fall
As the nails tear
Past the palms into the wall
