Segarya; An Elegy For Iscariot

One of twelve
Born to be slave
His name means betray
By his crime crucified
By his lies putrified
Our future denied
When blasphemy calls
He shall respond
The passion foretold, is in his hands to be done
(But) man of Keriot
What you don't know
(is that) your steps were enchained eons ago.

The last of the twelve
Always in shade
A crimson curse he has to obey
A martyr of faith
Can't renegate
The way that the tyrant has instigated
A pious philanthropy
Incoherent misanthropy
We're just actors in his tragedy
Children of sin
Raped in a reverie
That Christians calls liberty.

[Chorus:]
Thy ominous presence is the essence
We're enslaved by his omniscience
Universal cosmic plan, no glorious path to paradise
Insidious beliefs, dogmatic oppression
The recalling structure of our nature
Stormed with grace, with grace we decay
Under thy eternal masquerade.

As the ashes remain an ancient domain
Olden retribution of the ones we should forsake
Black and sad reunion, in oblivion they dwell
Trinity of confusion-farewell...

The gates are corrupted and covered with sins
Negative euphoria for utopic "free will"
No more moral strings their servants pull
No Judas survives to be part in this farse!

A distant gleam in a star filled night
Nocturnal glide in the heart of mankind
It's in contradiction
With Thy almighty mind.

[Chorus]