All Hells Martyrs. Transmissions From The Devil Star
I woke from a dreadful sleep His hands upon my throat A breathless evil haunts me And threw a small hour He spans in the night At the full darkness dead He is holding His Santa Claus skin And starring into my soul He stares into my soul
Our hearts never knew what faith conjured We life out through martyrs and die for life
What good can crawl from Nazareth? A land of not-to-speak But Father awaits His faith And what is your God world? And we shall flee and crucify And wear his skin in mockery And yet we stare into hearts That dreams are of martyr men