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ISCARIOT
Walk the path of the betrayer
I can’t help that it’s in my blood
As I twist the night deeper
And leave you dying in the mud
I will kill again and pray for regret
That I have never felt in your hour of doom
‘Neath the haunted moon revel in torment
I greet myself with a trigger
The barrel rests against the mirror
With the restless wights of winter
I sell you for thirty tarnished silver
among the carrion
i’ll play iscariot
I will hold your memory in contempt
For I cannot remember you any other way
Smolder in the flames no one will lament
Carve my name as the deceiver
Cherish your anguish in my dreams
Devoured by oblivion
A melody of piercing screams
I greet myself with a trigger
The barrel rests against the mirror
With the restless wights of winter
I sell you for thirty tarnished silver
among the carrion
i’ll play iscariot
Ashes lie in your grave
The last of your remains
Among plague bearing winds
This is the end, my friend
I greet myself with a trigger
The barrel rests against the mirror
With the restless wights of winter
I sell you for thirty tarnished silver
among the carrion
i’ll play iscariot
Among the carrion
I’ll play Iscariot
AMONG THE CARRION
I’LL BE ISCARIOT
© 2020 Frank Green
I can’t help that it’s in my blood
As I twist the night deeper
And leave you dying in the mud
I will kill again and pray for regret
That I have never felt in your hour of doom
‘Neath the haunted moon revel in torment
I greet myself with a trigger
The barrel rests against the mirror
With the restless wights of winter
I sell you for thirty tarnished silver
among the carrion
i’ll play iscariot
I will hold your memory in contempt
For I cannot remember you any other way
Smolder in the flames no one will lament
Carve my name as the deceiver
Cherish your anguish in my dreams
Devoured by oblivion
A melody of piercing screams
I greet myself with a trigger
The barrel rests against the mirror
With the restless wights of winter
I sell you for thirty tarnished silver
among the carrion
i’ll play iscariot
Ashes lie in your grave
The last of your remains
Among plague bearing winds
This is the end, my friend
I greet myself with a trigger
The barrel rests against the mirror
With the restless wights of winter
I sell you for thirty tarnished silver
among the carrion
i’ll play iscariot
Among the carrion
I’ll play Iscariot
AMONG THE CARRION
I’LL BE ISCARIOT
© 2020 Frank Green
Published 7th Apr 2020
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© 2020 Frank Green
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