Album: Whatever It May Take

The Martyr's Blood

Last words of confidence still penetrate the cannonthunder.
So many daring dreams will fall, the vision of a better world dies in the
bombingrain.
No time to say farewell, the world shall hear about their fight.
Betrayed by spineless servants, conspiracies - so many heroes shot from behind.
No thoughts of giving in, no stampede - no more negotiating.
This desperate fight will set a sign - they died with the gun in their hands.
Time will avenge one day.
The sky is colored red by the martyr´s blood, the same sky under which the victors
marching in again, bringing back the slavery, the oldest order, under rule again -
it´s been too early, but they shall rise again.
If it all came down to me, would I shed my blood for what I lived for?
Would I clench my fist until the last breath?