Kiss Of Death
(专辑: Night On Bröcken - 1984)
High priest, the
man you look for Prays in the
garden tonight, tonight. Conceived by immaculate conception, King Nazareen creator of light. Healing cripples, Gives sight to the
blind, Transforms himself, He's not of our kind. I
know this begot by a
kiss, He knows not that he's been defied. Demon lords won't you ride with me, Mount your horse to Gethsemane. Judas Iscariot, money man and thief of Judah Tell me haven't you dined with the
man And preached with him in Galilee. You deny being one of the
twelve, You wish to trade your king for gold. Thirty silver pieces be your reward And may your rotten conscience never grow old. Demon lords won't you ride with me, Mount your horse to Gethsemane. I
am in you, you are in I
You have defied me, I
see through your eyes. Beware the
kiss of death. Pharisees I
fall to my knees, We must nullify the
contract we have made. I
have pined, defied innocence blood And returned the
silver pieces that you've paid. What's this you say, who is he to us, See to thyself you greedy man. The
place of the
skull Is where lies your king. We have washed our hands. I
am in you, you are in I
You have defied me, I
see through your eyes. Beware the
kiss of death.