Pilate 歌词

A storm Blooms Over my hated Jerusalem The dust mixed With the stench Of rosegardens Sickened me That day they brought him Who preached that every man is kind The fool he cured me And I - repaid him with death A painful death by crucifixion at Golgotha The Moon that came From underneath the stormclouds Robbed me of sleep and so I had my way With Judas who lays dead now And the temple priests whose filthy silver was returned Stained with traitor blood My mistress brought no comfort Though her skin gleamed in the silver light I fucked her till the end of night I bathed and washed my hands again O gods You scorn me Take me away This dust, this city Make me A weak man I long for Gaul's green fields The fools, you hear, they revere me I am their saint, yet I condemned their Christ Some idiot wrote that I did see his light And bowed to their barren god My gods, you laugh at me You mock me as a coward Before the filthy crowd and their sweating bearded priests I looked away as a good man was slaughtered And if the moon would only Deliver death as it brings no sleep I would delight to walk and speak To the kind prophet I condemned ...forever Eternally as the moon shines I am awake and roused No wine no mistress satisfies My shame is burning me You are a coward Pilate And you should die And so I took my wretched life ...and threw it to the wind No tomb would then accept my corpse The rivers bulged and foamed as they rejected me All but a lone dark cave Conceded to become my grave They say I'm seen every full moon, my ghost Washes his hands in the cold stream below.