Primordial - The Mouth of Judas - Lyrics, Similar artists

Kishore Kumar Hits — Primordial - The Mouth of Judas lyrics

Artist: Primordial

album: Redemption at the Puritan's Hand (Redux)

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 sails
You cannot see from shore
That it casts no shadow upon the wave
The sepulchral crawl - they crawl with us
Over land and sea
They hail
Deadened 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 foam
And 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 head
So 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

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