Martyr A.D.

Withered Monarch

Martyr A.D.


Spite the hand that breeds innocence 
Light the fires of impurity 
Pull the hood over your fucking face 
And hide away your real self 
If you've come here to pass judgement 
Leave your cause behind fade away 
You have come here to tear me apart 
Then come to me and take this life from me 
Your time your chance to show 
Your worth is fading fast 
When you wither I will ruin your shell 
Spend a life wasting your every breath 
And I will spend years wishing you pain 
The pain of a thousand dead 
Delivered to you as a gift 
Of razor bladest hrough the eyes 
And a nail through the tongue 
Drawing life from a body 
Kill it gently, slowly give it the numbing feeling 
That you've given me before 
Suffer kill off the weak to purify 
Leave them behind to teach the wrong 
Make from their bone an effigy 
Of disease for the forgotten 
Suffer to the end 
We've come for the blood of a god