One eyed old man I amYet I possess the knowledge of thousand sagesAn unborn child I amThough I have existed for billion yearsThe invisible army I amThough the won battle still to comeThe father of ambitious and dissapointed I amBrother in sin and abasementI was Judas in your dreamWho worshipped money above allI was the roman warriorWho wounded you and drank the divine bloodI was pilate on your trialWho spat in your pale face