: 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,
and cracked Poor candidates jacked into gray light An ultra-violent call summoning both poet and thrall Sweet catalyst for the acolytes Our heroes and martyrs
: The tollbooth martyrs, 21 - 56 Leave their lives at the gate and beneath the standard issue crucifix Push their summers to the side of the plate Live
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
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
summer Grows elegant and tall In memory of the green grass Beyond the guardian wall The green grass grows forever Beneath the bloody sky In memory of the martyrs
Die for your faith, come on Die for your faith Die for your faith Die for your faith Die for what you believe in Small group in Cambodia Gather in the
Burdened by the world, too weak to deal with life Bow to show your love, bow to show devotion Drowning in the sickness that vomits forth deceit Fear not
Dead martyrs, all stigmartyrs Dead heroes, for fear of zeroes Dead martyrs always take it further Dead heroes know no fear Living for some happiness
a taste of southern law He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime And the blood upon his jacket, left a brand upon his mind Too many martyrs
martyrs and madmen, they were rebels in their day. And the world made them sad men, because it wouldn't go away. Martyrs and madmen, oh martyrs and madmen
