Martyrs Lyrics


Force-fed another distortion of the sacred word

By those who twist the minds of the feeble

The brain-washed fools will abide

Leading by example

The prophet takes the hand of a child

Driven by lust to spread the word of the only true faith

A bizarre motivation for the pious to acquire favor

Salaciousness repressed until after death

Where debauchery is the reward for devotion

It is said that chaste maidens beckon

From beyond the gates of heaven

Seventy-two girls await deflowering

Becoming harlots in the presence of a martyr

An ignorant for pleasures of the flesh within the spirit realm

With deluded self-interest at heart

The ultimate desire for gratification

Expecting to ascend upon a staircase hewn from dead infidel

But there is nothing to attain

Too late for regret, life ends in vain