the eyes of my soul have been opened

tears on dust

dead hearts and headless bodies



the mark of the beast rising

crucified by lucifer

and he cries our lord is his name

not begotten, but made.



Where there is no mercy there is no God.

there is no lord without compassion

I will not be fooled by fears

I will hold my faith high



I hold on inspite of my fear of whats to come

I draw arcs crossing over in the sand

I breathe courage from the lord

the holy comforter



tears on dust

heartless deeds on ***** hands

our Martyrs are not lost,

they are cradled in the ***** of heaven

for only their evil acts will bring us saints

there is no greater honour to suffer,

no greater glory,

let our saints grow in number,

holy, holy martyr

let the angels outnumber the demons

the holy war is eternal

for every lost innocent taken by evil

an other worldly battle is won,

the trupets are sounding

the seals are broken,

Lord have mercy

before we are capable of none.