Martyr 歌词

Nothing quite encourages as does one's first unpunished crime It is only by way of pain one arrives at pleasure This wretched shade I chased Keeps calling me insane A begging soul, a terrified child No, I'm not insane Sharp talons, a pair of horns Devilish aura, a crown of thorns What am I? What I see? The torment must begin In chains, suspended I can feel nothing but madness driving my mind The spine of our world is about to forever break Such sound, such music Coming out from the cracks of the earth This spine melody, an intro, announcing the end Of this world I'll make an instrument out of yours and play my requiem The blackest this world has ever heard Until flames seize the last piece of my broken soul You have corrupted my imagination and inflamed my blood You are cold, while you yourself fan flames