Judas

Cheers! They call me the red-haired one,
the man born of water.
The one who left with the ice
to Satan's tongue.

The one who dies alone in the end.
The one who never had anything.
The man who has lost everything.
The one who cries and always stays silent.

I am the one who, when night falls
in a room without windows,
does not rest, burns, dreams,
in a burnt land.

I am the face of the cross
I am God's lamb
Loyalty was my sin,
betrayed love my virtue.

I am God's lamb
I am the Christ without a cross
Loyalty was my sin,
treacherous love was my virtue.

(Solo)

Two thousand years have passed,
I hope I can finally speak.
Still resting on my table
is the hand of the betrayed.

For about thirty coins
a dead man has been bought today,
while I fly from my willow
to the devil's mouth.

I am the man born cursed,
doomed before birth.
I am the hero when I win,
traitor if I happen to lose.

I am God's lamb
I am the Christ without a cross
Loyalty was my sin,
betrayed love was my virtue.

Thirteenth guest
The master's friend
Verse 9 bore.

I am the Christ without a cross
I am God's lamb
Loyalty was my sin,
betrayed love was my virtue.

I am the face of the cross
I am God's lamb
Loyalty was my sin,
Loyalty was my sin...
Betrayed love my virtue.

(Solo)