Martyrdom, with eyes of the lost A lone trod on the path of salvation Confusion of mind and the denial Of thoughts that are of Nature Cast down by ideals Suffocate on words of the mad Drag the symbols of the righteous Along barren roads of light Chant the dogma in choir of vanities Fumes pour from open jaws It tells of decay of spirit Fever eyes fail to comprehend The essence and shapes of the world Cast down by ideals Suffocate them in Genocide.