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Jesus

I sold your soul and then sold mine

In this field filled with blood

First with yours and now with mine

Repentant will I ever-be

This place is paid for with your life

Akeldama

A servant no more

Under the shadow of you

I shall live no more

Through this act of betrayal

I shall carve out

My own place in history

30 pieces of silver

Is all it takes, to condemn

The holy son, acta sanctorum,

The deed of the saints

That is what, they shall say of me

King of the Jews

But not king over me

Betrayed by his own, betrayed, by me

The lord is dead

Oh god, what have I done

Take back this blood money

And let me live out my days

In years of silent sorrow-why

I can know no peace in this world

There is only one release

From my conscience

I take this rope

And offer myself unto-thee

Akeldama, my body and my life,

I pay as my sacrifice, Akeldama

In these fields paid for by my crime

I shall hang