The Martyr

The sky is oddly dark at this time
I smell the scent of dampened bark and hear the wailing pines
On the wind are hints of myrrh and notes of calamus
See the signs and heed the warnings of what's upon us

Can you see the coming storm?
Are you prepared for war?
Darling, put your hand in mine
I'll be the martyr
I'll lay down my life

If you want to rise, you must fall
If you want to gain, you must lose it all
And so revealed the face of death, I stare into her eyes
We embrace and dance together in the fading light

I can see the coming storm
And I'm prepared for war
I will cross the great divide
I'll be the martyr
I'll lay down my life

Put my doubts to rest
Tell me it's worth it

I can see the coming storm
And I'm prepared for war
I will cross the great divide
I'll be the martyr
I'll lay down my life

I'll be the martyr
I'll lay down my life