Fires of the Judas Blood - Goatwhore

An angel of exile

Slave to the betrayed

Beware of those who collect feathers

Fury of a mob raised by the horns of indecency

Crawling as knives are lain on your back In heaven the sounds of freedom are

dorwned for choice

Hell born, Rising phoenix from this great void greater laws of man

The unforeseen trail of the gods in theory of rage

Reaching out to these knives

Grabbing at all blades

I’ve bitten the hand that feeds me

I’ve embraced the hand that deceives me

The Judas Kiss

Following of the second fault of man

Falling altar of Christ

This betrayer in the choices of life

Treachery in the fall of supreme

These thrones of decay still stand unbroken

Relics of the condemned hand Feeding the feeble

History of the forgotten stigmas that men fear

Transparent soul of the insecure one

Just like lying alone as water fills the lungs

No hands to reach for when all is deceit

Within the soul of burning defeat

These souls — Forged in flame These souls — The pathway of untruth

These sou ls — Forgotten in shame These souls — Create curse in eternity

One among many

I am alone

Time-decayed words of promise

Harsh in beauty Darkness pains me

A brotherhood of unbroken loyalty

As the sounds of these nails being struck disrupts the winds

Passion of enrapture in rage

Balance of the grave

Starving soul

With ashes and dust

These dead roses for the nameless

Take me Into the mouth of decay