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Museum Of Iscariot

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"Museum Of Iscariot" (2007)

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Virgin Black - Museum of Iscariot
Virgin Black - Museum of Iscariot
Virgin Black - Museum of Iscariot
Virgin Black - Museum of Iscariot
Virgin Black - Museum Of Iscariot - piano cover
Virgin Black - Museum Of Iscariot - piano cover
Virgin Black- Museum Of Iscariot
Virgin Black- Museum Of Iscariot
Museum Of Iscariot: I. Stagnation / II. Death / III.Processi
Museum Of Iscariot: I. Stagnation / II. Death / III.Processi
06. Virgin Black - Museum Of Iscariot
06. Virgin Black - Museum Of Iscariot
Virgin Black - Museum Of Iscariot
Virgin Black - Museum Of Iscariot
Virgin Black - Beloved
Virgin Black - Beloved
Virgin Black - Museum of Iscariot (Final Solo) + GuitarPro
Virgin Black - Museum of Iscariot (Final Solo) + GuitarPro
Virgin Black - Museum of Iscariot (1st. solo) + GuitarPro
Virgin Black - Museum of Iscariot (1st. solo) + GuitarPro
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virgin black
Virgin Black - Museum Of Iscariot (legendado RV)
Virgin Black - Museum Of Iscariot (legendado RV)
Virgin Black
Virgin Black
VIRGIN BLACK
VIRGIN BLACK
Virgin Black-Museum Of Iscariot legendado
Virgin Black-Museum Of Iscariot legendado
Virgin Black - Sombre Romantic (Full Album)
Virgin Black - Sombre Romantic (Full Album)
VIRGIN BLACK
VIRGIN BLACK
Virgin  | Virgin black museum of iscariot
Virgin | Virgin black museum of iscariot
Virgin Black
Virgin Black
Virgin Black
Virgin Black

Lyrics

Jesus lies dying in my bed
Companions since birth...
in this stagnant dingy haunt
he never really lived.
Last night I beat him as he would not leave
My insane eyes stare at him as his welted body bleeds
Frequently I rape him as I know nothing else
He curls up like a fetus and paints his face with sadness
Now a fragment of remorse has etched
I bandage his wounds, I kiss the face of Jesus Christ but he is dead
What can I do?
You have forsaked me, called yourself messiah, expected me to follow
But now he is dead and his prophecies with him
I will bury him not as insult to your face
as I stare at his corpse one detail disturbs me
His cold stark finger points where I have not been...
From my house, a cage of rotten wood
I stumble forth to lay beneath the bush
withered bones groan,
I cultivate as the soil and I grow closer
The sun receives an empty gaze
it mourns
it knows my life is gone
No more to offer but my flesh to this soil
and a single tear marks my final prayer
a rosebud sits in the palm of your hand as I end
this flower
it blossoms


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