Singing Secrets

There is a secret I could tell
which may drag you into Hell.
There is a name I'd whisper here
that would fill you full of fear.
There is a road all men walk down,
but one wore a thorny crown.
There is a hill I had to climb
where men pay the price that's prime.
There is a man that died instead,
for he said he's living bread.
There is a resurrected king, 
and his song I'll surely sing.