False Profit

I walked among the living
But now walk among the dead
All would do my bidding
Now I lie broken upon my bed

I stood among the mighty
Enemies cowered at my feet
Now I am a prisoner
My downfall is complete

I held the keys to the kingdom
I was lord of all I surveyed
But then I soon discovered
I was a tin god with feet of clay

While in far away Jerusalem
Among the gathering hordes
Who came for the crucifixion
Of their false prophets and lords
And still I hear their masters
Between the tolling of the bells
Come gather with your sacred lamb
To sacrifice to our gods as well

Between the wicked and the righteous
Claim your spot and new reward
Then raise your spirits to the heavens
And join the new accord

For each moment that you linger
There will be nothing of your fate
Except maybe the head of John the Baptist
Bought before you on a golden plate

While in far away Jerusalem
Among the gathering hordes
Who came for the crucifixion
Of their false prophets and lords
And still I hear their masters
Between the tolling of the bells
Come gather with your sacred lamb
To sacrifice to our gods as well...