Martyrs

Falseness has grown
Blinding witnesses and taking control
Your sacrifice, a sadistic performance is on
Run from the madness
This obsession feels like home
Destroy your weakness, you must never stop

Kings, men who have sold their souls
Gods, invented by men in need
Slaves, we become when we stop to care
Freedom, in this word you shall find life

Black Knights of vengeance
Are haunting you down
You’ll burn at the stake
They’ll burn down your house
You have to fight
You stand your ground and reclaim what’s yours
Rise from the ashes
Torches of freedom are yours to hold

Kings, men who have sold their souls
Gods, invented by men in need
Slaves, we become when we stop to care
Freedom, in this word you shall find life