Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Mouth of Judas, artist - Primordial. Album song Redemption at the Puritans Hand, in the genre Фолк-метал
Date of issue: 25.04.2011
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
The Mouth of Judas |
I am cut from the cloth of Judas |
And have seen his face in mine |
The weathered hands that turn the pages |
Are scattered in the sun |
My ship has the blackest sails |
Yet no wind to drive like slaves |
You cannot see from shore |
That it casts no shadow upon the wave |
The sepulchral crawl with us |
Over land and see they hail |
Deadened hands upon the rudder |
Groaning on the gale |
They will dash you against the cliffs |
'Til every brittle bone is broken |
Jutting rip and gristled knuckle |
Is gnashing on the foam |
I am cut from the cloth of Judas |
From the hangman’s hand itself |
The long stare of the condemned |
And the cursed song of slaves |
«And you who follow me to make |
Sure I do not exceed the span |
Given to me on earth I take |
Care old Shadow of a man |
Dead God of all my god’s own snake» |
Free me from the hangman’s hand |
Free me from the hangman’s noose |
So bend your knee before the majesty of death |
You struggle for breath and lay the dead head to head |
So bend your knee before the majesty of death |
You struggle for breath and lay the dead head to head |
So they stretch from the womb to the grave |
Let us tell you the first journey of men |
The first murder, the soil so red and barren |
It burns so red and barren |