I need to rest. I am tired. Me: Take this bitter wine away, My Lord, Thy love is gall to me Thy hand crushes my soul and makes me be The man I must betray Soon I will die That's all consummate My heart now is blind So let be my fate Afraid All I see is fear and loss, My Lord, my soul is sad till death Why should I know how to choose my own path, My Lord? Each way leads to the cross... Soon I will die Shall I still remain? To save all mankind Would I die again? Afraid I'm so afraid Crucify me Sacrifice me