There is a field that is stained blood scarlet
where the betrayer was hanged from the noose.
Thirty pieces of silver he wanted
What is that silver worth now, you sinner?
Hope, freedom, life and grace He brought to you,
Yet for you that just could not be enough.
Not belonging at His sacred table,
You were the one who took the Christ away.
Demonic possession must have occurred,
For why else would you stand against the Son?
Suffering forever for evil deeds –
No more time was left for him to remain.
Guilt and eternal sadness you then felt;
The blood money mocked you for your mistakes.
Standing on the field the blood had bought him;
All the feelings that had tore at his heart
Encouraged him to tie the knot and jump.
Akeldama now holds all his secrets.
There is a field that is stained blood scarlet
Where the betrayer was hanged from the noose.