Letra de The Mouth of Judas
I am cut from the cloth - the cloth of Judas And have seen his face in mine The weathered hands that turn the pages That are scattered in the sun My ship has the blackest sails Yet no wind to drive like slaves The blackest sailsYou cannot see from shore That it casts no shadow upon the wave The sepulchral crawl - they crawl with us Over land and sea They hailDeadened hands upon the rudder They are groaning on the gale And they will dash you against the cliffs 'Til every bone is broken Jutting rip and gristled knuckle Is gnashing with the foamAnd I am cut from the cloth of Judas And the hangman's hand And I am cut from the cloth of Judas And the hangman's hand itself And 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 Please 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 headSo they stretch from the womb to the grave Let us tell you the first journey of men - journey of men The first - the first murder that turned The soil so red and barren It burns So red and barren