The Mark Of Betrayal

Blinded by lust you betrayed your own brother
stabbed him in the back and turned the knife
you tortured his corpse and left it to the vultures
removed your mask to hide it in the sand
then you ran away holding tight his gold

Burn! Scream! Die!
Tied to a flaming cross

You’ll live with The Mark Of Betrayal
branded on your brow
when you look in the mirror
time can’t wipe it out
you’ll die with The Mark Of Betrayal

You’ve been disowned by the people of your tribe
exiled with a pillory around your neck
you’ve found your kingdom full of false glory
where all your slaves weave absurd dreams
with the cloth of the fathers who denied you

Burn! Scream! Die!
Tied to a flaming cross

Or live with The Mark Of Betrayal
branded on your brow
when you look in the mirror
time can’t wipe it out
you’ll die with The Mark Of Betrayal

You’ve sacrificed your brother for your poor satisfaction
spitted in the golden cradle where you have grown

You’re a word master, you sell the others’ preys
Judas’ disciple, dressed as a prophet of loyalty
You! The incarnation of the worst ignorance
you pose as the wisest king, your words are holy laws

You promise the skin of beasts that you cannot face
you promise their head and sell ‘em as already dead

You are a bastard dog believing you are a wolf
without your sheep you have got no reason to live
You! The glimpse of a coward without honour nor shame
you pose as the bravest king, your words are holy laws

Die!
With The Mark Of Betrayal