Treachery Most Foul
You frozen in ice, I beg you tell me
Who were you life when blood ran warm?
I was the first born of Adam and heir to his lands
For the love of his woman he ripped himself from paradise
Then my Mother bore Abel, who cast me from favor
So I slew him to regain my Mother's love and still
I wait here alone
You who still draws breath, why trample on me?
Do you seek vengeance against me more?
Tell me poor soul who you are and what you have done
Your arrogance is lost here so speak to me of your misdeeds
By the Gods you are Bocca, betrayer of Florence
Burn eternal in knowing your name will mirror your sin
As a traitor
There bitten and clawed, one called Judas
He who betrayed the Son and watched him die
Slayer of Jesus