The frightened eyes are full of pain
The dying mind is set aflame
Consume the flesh and drink the blood
The violent torment never stops
It′s is the holy doom
Circles of hell you're going through
The bloodstained priest blows the horn
The ritual ends, a martyr′s born
A martyr is born
A martyr is born
A martyr is born
Bow down before the black throne
You're just mortals, pray for your sins
Pray for your sins
Your eyes are opened you can't see a thing
Among the other just as a flock of pigs
Drown in a faith, lose the will to live
Ascetic values prevail in mind
In affected mind
Heart doesn′t burst into fire anymore
Not future for being with corrupted core
I′m the crucifier
I'm the face of death
I′m the steam of woe
I'm the monster
I′m the higher priest
I'm the end of light
I′m the hateful one
Rotten from inside
Consume the flesh
And drink the blood
Torment never stops
A martyr is born, born!
Born!
Isolated minds don't ask for evidence
Just need something to believe in
To believe in
A hope for divine intervention becomes
A cause of completely ignorance
A martyr is born
A martyr is born
Consume the flesh
And drink the blood
Torment never stops
A martyr is born, born!
Born!
Born!
Born!
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