(Hook) Bread is broken, wine runs deep, Echoes of mercy, promises keep. Darkness rising, love won’t fade, The Lamb prepares, the price is paid.
(Verse 1) Candles flicker, shadows dance on stone, Twelve break bread, but one heart’s alone. Prophecy lingers, silence in the air, A king at the table, burden too rare.
(Verse 2) Hands reach deep in the bowl tonight, Betrayal creeping, lurking out of sight. Silver speaks louder than blood ever could, Destiny carved in the grains of wood.
(Verse 3) Wine pours slow, the covenant’s made, Passover whispers of a debt repaid. Body broken, love spills wide, A lamb prepared, no fear inside.
(Verse 4) Feet washed clean, but the war still near, Sword won’t swing, just a crown to bear. Garden waits with the prayers on high, Sweat turns crimson as the angels cry.
(Verse 5) The meal is finished, fate sets in stone, Echoes of mercy cut through the throne. One kiss seals it, the time has come, The Last Supper—tomorrow won’t run.
(Outro) Night falls heavy, but the dawn will rise, Victory hidden in the sacrifice. Blood still speaks, love remains, The Last Supper—forever engrained.
Written by: Amilcar Abreu, Amilcar Abreu Fernandes Triste
