Live Through Martyrs/Transmissions from the Devil Star - Dread Sovereign

I woke from a dreadful sleep

His hands upon my throat

A breathless evil haunts me

And threw a small hour

He spans in the night

At the full darkness dead

He is holding His Santa Claus skin

And starring into my soul

He stares into my soul

Our hearts never knew what faith conjured

We life out through martyrs and die for life

What good can crawl from Nazareth?

A land of not-to-speak

But Father awaits His faith

And what is your God world?

And we shall flee and crucify

And wear his skin in mockery

And yet we stare into hearts

That dreams are of martyr men