Текст песни Of Martyrs and Men - Immolation
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
what
is
said,
but
fear
what
you
believe
Ravaged
by
their
words
and
into
their
open
arms
Like
thieves
they′ll
steal
your
mind
and
use
it
to
control
An
endless
sea
of
faces,
an
endless
sea
of
loss
Take
your
place
in
line
and
serve
them
until
the
end
Do
you
think
you
follow
greatness
Do
you
think
you
follow
the
divine
Do
you
think
you
are
the
chose
Do
you
think
you
are
the
few
A
genocide
of
faith
The
faithful
wait
their
turn
Just
like
slaves...
hand
in
hand
Just
like
ghosts...
souls
in
hand
You
take
their
lives
You
take
our
hearts
You
have
no
shame
You
shake
the
world
Dramatic
stage
For
your
own
gain
You
say
you're
men
We
know
you′re
cowards
You
pitiful
fools
The
true
strong
remain
Just
like
slaves...
hand
in
hand
Just
like
ghosts...
now
you're
damned
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