Seraya / An Elegy for Iscariot Lyrics

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!!!!!