The Martyrs' Blood - Heaven Shall Burn

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 desesperate fight will set a sing — 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?