The Rebellious Son

Album: Tell the Devil I'm Gettin' There as Fast as I Can

The Rebellious Sons

Written by Ray Wylie Hubbard

Snake Farm Publishing (SESAC)

Administered by BMG/Chrysalis

 

The rebellious sons were born from the tears of the gods

Kneeling in the dust before the banner of the serpent and mouse

Their captain was turned to stone and his voice was heard no more

He is still on his knees outside the raven witches house

 

Treachery befell the oldest son before the sails were tacked

He’d come to kill the witch’s queen but stumbled and was seen

Mocked by his captors, he died loyal to his gods

Refusing to confess, he recited Genesis 4:15

 

An Asia Minor poet who was loyal to the sons

His gods had been exiled; he vowed to avenge the disgrace

He came to the court of the queen who’d betrayed them

As he drew his dagger he cried out “How does gold taste?”

 

Fate decides our life span by measuring out thread and then cutting it

The gate to hell was left open and there’s little concern in shutting it

 

Unworthy to wear jewelry, the whore queen dressed in jade

Born under the seventh sign, her sins can’t be forgiven

She betrayed the sons in the Sicilian vespers war

Yet her bones were buried with pageant by the old river prison

 

The queen was slain while drinking a cup of her savior’s blood

They laid her out to be viewed dressed only in white lilies

Covered in ivory she was as false as Constantine’s donation

Destiny cannot be bribed as proven by the death of Achilles

 

Fate decides our life span by measuring out thread and then cutting it

The gate to hell was left open and there’s little concern in shutting it