He was the first one to rise after that long dark night
From his grave he did come, the prophesied risen one
And it was made known to us, in it we placed our trust
On that day He stood tall, resurrected victory for us all
And where would we be without the third day victory
Lying broken on the ground while no-one made a sound
Like a trampled bloody rose, like He was so long ago,
Lying broken on the ground, on His own temple grounds
Broken for us all