<< The Kiss Of Judas >>
--- Stratovarius
I hear footsteps dosing in recognizing them from my
early days. The times are different the image
remains the same, repeating back flashes
remembering the name, approaching visions of
things. I can't recall, a familiar smile awakes the
pain. Unkept promises, the night awaits, the act of
confidence, the kiss of Judas haunts me once again.
In your private chamber, you're all done. The well
earned silver pieces falling to the floor. The flame of
the candle costing movements to the wall, your
eyes filled with guilt keep staring at the door.