Our Great Martyr
Enchanted, expediant death
Sieze the ulter ego, able to jest
seeing, coming forth the end
sacrifycing a heart within a pretence to only lend
A vision tied up tried within deep dreams
enchanted death please redeem
handing away all, without pause
Matyrs always die for their cause
Esisting not, true love
for there's no stars to see in the name of
gloriously lighting up the night sky
All which remains, a condesending lie
Marking his place of Rest, a blank granite stone
what amount of pain, Did it take to loan?
Brilliant opressor, take your leave
exoneration now, for in what he believed
Sorrowful for the matyr unexumed
ironic Saddness, resonances consumed
Locked up forever, is the fortress in his head
The great cause has expired our the matyr is dead
