| THE CRY OF THE MARTYRED |
| It all started a long time ago In an Imperium far far away He told them "All you need is love! "Love will rule the world one day," he said And they called it sedition and slew him. In the shadow of his death a nation was formed Unafraid of the Imperium that forced Earth to bow Unafraid of the whip that tore up the back Unafraid of the nails that ripped nerves to shreds They had it all-body, blood and love. Caesar saw this thing and fiddled He fiddled in a fire so bright He martyred them with fire so bright All his soldiers never put out the fire That would consume his Imperium. So Caesar dressed up in a cross He gave his gods new names He sent their sons to die for lust For genocide in holy lands All in the name of a cross. The people of the Imperium Saw the puppet show Saw the horror show Saw the ones bathed in the blood of the cross Called it all the same and repented from it. One day, the ones bathed in blood will fly up high Caesar and his acting troupe Will reign on low Then the first slain will then slay Caesar Our blood will be avenged. |