Lyrics Septicflesh

Septicflesh

Martyr

Your books, your friends, your life is in mortal danger.

The things are tense and knowledge is offense.

In this nation vast deception reigns.

Church and politics threaten your survival.

A strife has grown between faith and wisdom.

You chose to stand for the exalted ego.

Your creation, a creation maimed.

Blame the vultures and their vile way.

The mob: "Run Devil's seed! You will face the wrath of God.

Run Devil's seed! You will face the wrath of God

Run Devil's seed!"

You will face the wrath of God.

The highest price you'll pay.

You will face the wrath of God.

The highest price you'll pay.

Martyr

Unyielding force of thought and spirit.

Martyr

Unyielding force of thought and spirit

Your essence remained.

Your work, your life, your books.

Unyielding force of thought and spirit, shine!