Icon, the one who wears the crown of thorns Deceiver, you lead the blind to their d**h The dead are still dead Your soul brought nothing back to life Their voice is still full of lies Your tears remain dead Mortals, who herd amongst the weak, Break the chains that tie to your fear Your life is not after d**h And your god has abandoned men centuries ago The sacrifice you make will not be written on your stone Yet your life will end in dread and remorse d**h is imminent to all that's made of flesh Life after is invisible to the mortal eye Now hear the world from below and cry Martyrdom Forever Dead Martyrdom