Martyr کے بول

These silent waters hide the truth Upon the altar, I'm in bloom Open the curtain, pull me through I'll give you holy winter fruit Mm mm Mm mm Mm mm Mm Drop all your hunger, kill your dues So give me shelter, give me proof I'll be the martyr and the muse All of your sorrow, I'll consume Mm mm Mm mm Mm mm Mm Mm mm Mm mm Mm mm Mm