Brandes

Lyrics

THE LION OF JUDAH

I am the Lion of Judah; I’m the Serpent of the Nile;
I am the phantom of your dreams, I’m the number on your dial.
I am the shadow on the wall, I am the Wandering Jew;
I’m the footstep on the staircase and I’m coming home to you.

I’m the traffic on your highway; I’m the message in your mail;
I’m the Oracle at Delphi; I’m the smoke behind the veil.
I’m all the falsehoods you have heard, except the one that’s true;
I’m peeling back the mysteries and I’m coming home to you.

The journey has been hard enough
To wear away the sin.
We need a place to bind our wounds,
Come down and let me in.

I’m master of the revels; I am the king of spades;
I’m the emperor of illusion; I am the great betrayed.
I’m the tyranny of the multitude, I am the precious few;
I’m breaking with convention and I’m coming home to you.

I’m guardian of the secret place; I’m keeper of the key.
I’m the prisoner of conscience; I’m champion of the free.
I am the priest confessor, I know everything you do;
I am because you think I am and I’m coming home to you

I’ve known the blood flow in the street,
I feel it rise again.
I see the horsemen on the hill,
For God’s sake, let us in.

I am the executioner, I am the dangling man;
I’m the victim of injustice; I kill because I can.
I am the ancient sacrifice; I’m everything that’s new;
I’m all you ever wanted and I’m coming home to you.

I am the lonesome loser; I am the gypsy king;
I am the great romancer with a golden violin.
I’m the summoner of tempests; I’m captain of the crew
I am the prophet in the dust and I’m coming home to you.

The journey has been long enough
And still we are not free.
We need a place to call a home,
I need your sanctuary.

I am the great pretender; I’m the master of surprise;
I am the mirror to your soul; I'm unfathomably wise.
I’m alpha and omega, but I’m hungry and I’m blue
So I’m packing up my caravan and I’m heading home to you.

Be there in your forgiveness; be there in your despair;
Be there in your musk and silk, with a lily in your hair.
Be there with your crucifix, with your rosemary and rue;
Be there with your monstrous love because I’m coming home to you.