As  mortal  death  was  at  the  door,  the  night  seemed  darker  than  before.

Silence  but  no  peace,  visions  of  agony.

The  sweat  and  blood  pour  out,  hemorrhaging  from  the  pores  of  His  body.

Rise  up,  the  betrayer  is  at  hand.

The  Son  of  Man  betrayed  into  the  hands  of  sinners.

Innocent  blood  will  be  she＇d  by  the  hands  of  the  guilty.

As  mortal  death  was  at  the  door,  the  night  seemed  darker  than  before.

The  sweat  and  blood  pour  out,  hemorrhaging  from  the  pores  of  His  body.