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
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
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?