Текст песни
Parishes who spread the good word on earth about heaven
To keep their power are ready to burn to stone the innocents
In the name of Holiness
Martyrs creat faith more than faith creates martyrs
Every dawn, forced to carry their cross
You're falling from some broken wings
Keep your head up, join your hands to the sky
Beyond the clouds lead by the stars
I won't let my grave be your cross
I won't let my hate be your glory
Nothing but pain, and no one to blame
Make your own martyr, leave me alone
They just want you to cry
To show to followers that for your faith you will face the death
Does your god need thoses sacrifices?
Does he care about you?
Am i a sheep in desguise?
Every dusk, they bless the insiders
Be strong, just walk to the light
You are their puppet, they are pulling the strings
Waiting for your death to feign indignation
I cannot wait
I won't let my grave be your cross
I won't let my hate be your glory
Nothing but pain, and no one to blame
Make your own martyr, leave me alone