Текст песни Blood of the Martyrs - Seraphim

Countless voices silenced for their words
Add me to their number
Add me to their number
Generations of departed martyrs
Bitter blood crying out for vengeance
Though my soul has died with my sacrifice
Will the stones cry out for me?
Death stalking closer
Death a mocking composer
Chills up my spine
As my time runs dry
Will it be like i imagined?
This nightmare
My nightmare
Heart racing faster as they bring me before the ones i will oppose
I will not bow before this abominating false throne
You will not convince me
Save your breath and take my life
For the crime of speaking truth
Extinguish my voice for spite
Chills up my spine
As my time runs dry
Will it be like i imagined?
Be like i imagined?
This nightmare is my reverie
This nightmare
Count me as one of the lost