lived from the dawn of time With every passing day, mankind is reaching For the gift of truth from the divine Do we believe in the holy martyr? What
swamp; the silence is treacle thick And calls us to prayer: paint God with your blood And fill haunted women with knives and kites And gauges and valves and make them weep long hymns
The people's flag is deepest red It shrouded oft our martyred dead And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold Their hearts' blood dyed to every fold Chorus
Battle hymns for the broken, battle hymns for the misled Battle hymns for the wretched, the forgotten and the dead Battle hymns of redemption of solidarity
we We learn from All Your Hate We are lost in your mistakes Play our hymn for the brand new day We burn, we learned Here's to your martyr watch her
Au dela du monde, Que quelqu'un reponde, Martyre et guerriere, Violence ordinaire, Palais d'allegeance, Marche d'indulgence, Parmi tant de voix, Le silence
will never take flight Songs that one time soothed their weary minds and tired limbs Become hauntingly, disturbingly, and loudly chanted hymns Frozen-hearted martyr
man lived from the dawn of time With every passing day Mankind is reaching for the gift of truth from the divine Do we believe in the Holy martyr What
Translation: Undying Anthem. Of Masks And Martyrs.
: Au dela du monde, Que quelqu'un reponde, Martyre et guerriere, Violence ordinaire, Palais d'allegeance, Marche d'indulgence, Parmi tant de voix, Le