Icon, the one who wears the crown of thorns
Deceiver, you lead the blind to their death
The dead are still dead
Your soul brought nothing back to life
Their voice is still full of lies
Your tears remain dead
Mortals, who herd amongst the weak,
Break the chains that tie to your fear
Your life is not after death
And your god has abandoned men centuries ago
The sacrifice you make will not be written on your stone
Yet your life will end in dread and remorse
Death is imminent to all that's made of flesh
Life after is invisible to the mortal eye
Now hear the world from below and cry
Martyrdom
Forever Dead
Martyrdom |
