Blood For Blood
The ancient city of Jerusalem
weights on you,
Pontius Pilate.
You're ready to dash off to Rome,
dropping this lousy job
and taking your soldiers with you.
You've had enough of these faces,
of this foreign, insincere land.
A dull pain batters at your temple,
a new day of suffering begins.
(chorus : )
Blood for blood!
This is not man's will, but the will of the Gods
Death for death!
You must endure without a groan.
Here is your hell!
You know there's no going back.
Drink your poison!1
Drink, procurator Pontius Pilate.
A mourning haze hovers above Golgotha,
you feel the tragedy (coming),
you're not yourself.
Between soldiers angered by the cruel heat,
two thieves and the holy one
are awaiting your decision.
He's a lunatic, God knows that,
he's only guilty of being isolated.
But you whisper your sentence,
the King of **** will be crucified, like a thief!
(chorus)
In a silvery dream
you could have got away and walked with him
the path of eternal stars.
Above an expanse of steep mountains
you would have kneeled
before him
not ashamed to talk nor cry.
You loved him and yet had him crucified...
You wanted to find peace
at the bottom of a lake,
Pontius Pilate.
You became your own judge,
but your death will not buy his life
off the eternal Forces of Evil.
The Devil remembers you,
during nights of suffering
he comes at you3
eager to wash away your disgrace,
but untill now, to no avail.
(chorus)
By the path of eternal stars,
above an expanse of steep mountains.