Alceldama

With an air of betrayal

you hold out your hand

to continue the plan

that was laid bafore you

though your lips speak denial

you return where you came

knowing nothing's the same

as it was before

the day has come

to which you were appointed

and the sun slowly blackens in the sky

When you sow the wind

you will reap a storm

soon you will wish

you had never been born

like raindrops descending

becoming a flood

you have purchased the field of blood

As they all come together

there's a price on your head

for the field of the dead

you will pay

with the new quickly spreading

you will look in His eye

saying "surely not I"

and the innocent will die

With the night slowly fading

you return to the light

knowing nothing is right

ln your eyes anymore

with a kiss it is over

for you drank from the cup

and it swallowed you up

in the end