كلمات A Martyr Left Alive

Bless us with lost blood No sacred skin remains above a waiting grave On faith And with fanged teeth, angels starved will feed Spared of sacrifice, unrepentant, into rotting arms we flee Severing the serrated wings used to burden the bereaved Famine fell like rain from desecrated skies To bathe its thirsted tongue with the tears of those survived To the sky I prayed For flesh not yet decayed I wept when heaven let them die The holier the thief, the heavier we grieve Hallowed be a martyr left alive Bless us with lost blood Inheritance of pain a satiated grave Stained by fate and false belief, angels starved will feed To the sky I prayed For flesh not yet decayed I wept when heaven let them die