Fate Outside these doors Of masques and martyrs ad the loveless The sin was beautiful Blank empire closed,the eyes of heaven shine a smoke screen, a voice
He came 'round for the afterparty Got a reception more than hearty Well no wonder, here he was, our city's most prominent martyr Who stuck needles in
will be wasted [bridge] Bred for the slaughter The march of the martyrs Bred for the slaughter The march of the martyrs Bred for the slaughter The march of the martyrs
Dans la salle du bar tabac de la Rue des Martyrs Y a des filles de nuit qu'attendent le jour en vendant du plaisir Y a des ivrognes qui s'epanchent au
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avec sa poussette, et se met a gueuler A boire ... Dans la salle du bar tabac de la rue des Martyrs Dans la salle du bar tabac de la rue des Martyrs
as we bleed you feast on what is left of waking nightmares, prayers best left unsaid sinking inside of the beasts we shall be feeling desires buried,
Dead martyrs All stigmartys Dead heroes For fear of zeroes Dead martyrs Always take it further Dead heroes Know no fear Living for some happiness Find
and cracked Poor candidates jacked into gray light An ultra-violent call Summoning both poet and thrall Sweet catalyst for the acolytes Our heroes & martyrs
Fate Outside these doors Of masques and martyrs ad the loveless The sin was beautiful Blank empire closed,the eyes of heaven shine a smoke screen,
Reign of fear, of war, Of silence, of resignation Under the rules of the book of lies Trawling the wrong path Led like cattle Never try to understand,
continent I give all of my confidence Redemption (2) Weh dem gone weh dem deh Tribute to the martyrs Which part dem gone A weh dem deh, Heh When Martyrs
, feel Prick the skin, push it in Nothing will be wasted Bred for the slaughter The march of the martyrs Bred for the slaughter The march of the martyrs
pasted on faces of pain they are scaling worlds oblivious to their own all for fear of being hurt all for fear of being known all on their own never asking on they fall martyrs
There's a place in the darkness I use to cling to That presses harsh hope against time In the absence of martyrs there's a presence of thieves Who only