The
11 pieces of gold
The
traitors will realize it will turn cold
By
the fear creeping into the mind's hole
The
traitors will realize history is old
The
11 pieces of gold
Once
in the hands the power grow
There
is nothing not to feel the blow
Stand
up right no way to stay low
The
11 pieces of gold
Let
the story be told
How
the traitors sell their souls
For
the glory of the old
The
sins of traitors
How
they were sold
In
the back door
They
thought it was gold
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