Iscarioth

You killed Jesus we expect to hear your shrieks of pig

Macabre realms of your bestiality

You don't deserve to live

Voices told me I killed the Christ

I hear them at night and day whispering

For centuries I've supported the weight of my shame

Threats mockeries

When I will be dead voices will leave me

I'm a betrayer and I deserve to suffer

I feel so guilty

Before the entire human race

I beg for a vain forgiveness

During weeks I've not sleet

All my fears become stronger in the dark

Shadows pass in front of me

And show me with their incriminating finger

I'm God and animal at the same time

In a shroud of mystery

Triumph of the unholy ones

Once I'll be dead they won't be able to catch me

Foetal essence of darkness

Drained in immemorial times

Hidden I choke down a sob

Now that I stand at he gates of madness I will escape

My body shakes all over

And my name will finally sink into the oblivion

Can't kill what's already dead