Lyrics

										Now,I'm the man who stood before him
He,the noblest of all, in the eyes would seem

But a puppet for the bigger cause
in a game that will never pause
He was betrayed and left as bait
was all that what fate
prearranged?

A more-than man with his word as shield
n' with his sword in hand he was killed

Who lives to get to tell the tale?
After everyone's gone n' everyrthing's out for sale
His countance's just a little too pale
It is hard for grief to prevail
over what is of now no avail

Time to put a face to the fame
To redempt him from all of shame
In contrary to what most claim
He was not a sinner;he is a saint

So now,
who can make out the difference?
as to where to place guilt and where innocence?

So now,
who lives to get to tell the tale?
After everyone's gone n' everything's out for sale
His countance's just a little too pale
It is hard for grief to prevail
over what is of now no avail