The Pagan

Not the answers, not my god
Nor the lives he was looking for
The pale red king begins a final walk through his hall
Within the sights of the court

Across the ashes
Under a crown made out of lies
Forgive us father
We killed again the anointed one

Raise the spear, aim to kill
Tense the pole, pierce the Nazarene
There's no way for 2000 years he forgot
The land and his so called sons!

Across the ashes
Under a crown made out of lies
Forgive us father
We killed again the anointed... one!

Beyond in the North
A skeletal white horse
Can you see? Can you smell?
The stench from the temple of god?

And far from the dawn
Where light dies by the cross
"Rest in pain" says the king
"Forget the fallen Gods!"

Reach the "other side"
Kill the caravan
And tell the others
There is no way out

Here lies a sore pariah
12 men and 1 liar
Here lies the anointed one
All hail the false Messiah!

Here lies a sore Pariah
12 men and 1 liar
Here lies the anointed one

Across the ashes
Rises a town free from their lies
And from the ashes
They will see through our pagan... eyes!



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Writer(s): Heresy
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