Of Martyrs, And Men Lyrics - Unholy Cult - Immolation

Burdened by the world, too weak to deal with life 

Bow to show your love, bow to show devotion 

Drowning in the sickness that vomits forth deceit 

Fear not what is said, but fear what you believe 

Ravaged by their words and into their open arms 

Like thieves they'll steal your mind and use it to control 

An endless sea of faces, an endless sea of loss 

Take your place in line and serve them until the end 

Do you think you follow greatness 

Do you think you follow the divine 

Do you think you are the chose 

Do you think you are the few 

A genocide of faith 

The faithful wait their turn 

Just like slaves...hand in hand 

Just like ghosts...souls in hand 

You take their lives 

You take our hearts 

You have no shame 

You shake the world 

Dramatic stage 

For your own gain 

You say you're men 

We know you're cowards 

You pitiful fools 

The true strong remain 

Just like slaves...hand in hand 

Just like ghosts...now you're damned