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  1. Martyr

From the album Martyr

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lyrics; Vannatta

Lyrics

Martyr

There will be judgement. Upon this faceless morgue.
There will be punishment. Upon your hearts of scorn.

Kiss the cold chapped and bleeding lips.
Body aches the world weighs down.
Back is breaking mind it splits.
Vicious tongue behind your frown

I am he. He is I. Martyr

Wake me my constant death.
With birth brings conscious breath.
Kneel down and take your pain.
Only will the black remain.

There will be...

Face that severs their souls. Master of empty goals.
System hollows their hearts. Now I see self. Earth is your wealth.
Now I see Earth. So death, so birth. Movement that never ends.

Kiss the cold...

I am he...

There will be...