Fifth Station
Good Friday
My God, My God,
Why am I here?
Why the tortures
Horrors
Grimly I fear
This Dies Irae
It seems so dark
Lonely, lonesome
O God, where are you?
Answer Me!
Matthew B. Rose
Fifth Station
Good Friday
My God, My God,
Why am I here?
Why the tortures
Horrors
Grimly I fear
This Dies Irae
It seems so dark
Lonely, lonesome
O God, where are you?
Answer Me!
Matthew B. Rose