The Mouth Of Judas Lyrics - Primordial

I am cut from the cloth of Judas 

And have seen his face in mine 

The weathered hands that turn the pages 

Are scattered in the sun 

My ship has the blackest sails 

Yet no wind to drive like slaves 

You cannot see from shore 

That it casts no shadow upon the wave 

The sepulchral crawl with us 

Over land and see they hail 

Deadened hands upon the rudder 

Groaning on the gale 

They will dash you against the cliffs 

'Til every brittle bone is broken 

Jutting rip and gristled knuckle 

Is gnashing on the foam 

I am cut from the cloth of Judas 

From the hangman's hand itself 

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" 

(Guillam Appolinaire, from "Reply of the Zagur-Og Cossacks to the Sultan of Constantinople") 

Free me from the hangman's hand 

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 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 

The first murder, the soil so red and barren 

It burns so red and barren