Martyrs Lyrics

There's no place in this New World
For the weakness of the flesh
The plague will choose the ones
Those who deserve to serve
Not who have seen too many suns
Not who have lived only few springs
They will be used in other ways
They will be food for our lords.

Starting from the limbs
Muscles don't respond
Again pain for the body
They all pray for the end.

Moving to the brain
To annihilate the will
Now it's only moving flesh
Sons and elders start to march.

Empty shells are crawling
Moved by limbs contractions
The spastic parade grows
Approaching to the craters.
Where everything has ended
The day the sky has started to burn
Where everything will start
The day the lords will awaken.

Unconcious.
Nourishment.

One by one with unsteady and rattling steps
Every sacrifice reaches the craters.

They surround the metheors sinking into the mud
Looking into the void.

One by one every sacrifice stops to move
Standing around their doom.

They surround the metheors sinking into the mud
Awaiting to be devoured.

Starting from the limbs
Muscles don't respond
Again pain for the body
They all pray for the end.

Moving to the brain
To annihilate the will
Now it's only moving flesh
Sons and elders start to march.