Too Small a Price Don Francisco

I awoke to hear the jailer
Turn the key and push the door
"Get out here!", he shouted
But I stayed there on the floor
Frozen in the terror
That rose and filled my brain
For I knew what they intended
I could not face the pain

Then soldiers came into the cell
And they dragged me to the yard
They threw me down before a cross
And brought the whip down hard
"Carry it!", they shouted
As I struggled to my feet
I put my shoulder under it
And dragged it to the street

I stumbled through a wall of screams
As they drove me through the gate
It seemed that thousands lined the streets
Their voices filled with hate
Like a wolf pack in the night
That moves in for the kill
They closed the gap and followed us
As we started up the hill