Martyrs کے بول

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