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 slept

Shadows pass in front of me

And show me with their incriminating finger

I am 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



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



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