Wronged figures encircle the world. Saturn's rings of martyrdom expectant beseech God, The pain we suffered in your Name, return it from beyond our graves. With vengeance teach our torment to those who made us suffer! Impale their bodies on bolts of thunder, Black bones and roasted flesh, they are but slurs against Holiness. Tear them asunder! And for us, the white robes of salvation, And words of eternal comfort: Patience and faith in the Lord of all creation, whose rewards in Heaven will be immense. All the hurt you have borne shall be lifted, Through Him, foreverness is gifted.
Inspired by El Greco's 17th-century painting of the same name, which was in turn inspired by the Book of Revelation 6:9-11.
The welcome sun gilded, the mighty seven mountain peaks As fingers adorned with rings, they lay aloft our eyes Beneath our feet, the silent sleeping snowy snake Conquered on the kiss of cold, a cambered frozen line.
The eternal night of valour, written in silver past Still shining in the faces of unshuffled uniforms of bravery Twenty daring sons of motherland, in the ticking clock of darkness On the giddy throng of foes, fallen lightning strokes.
Time was what they need, till the distant succour They fought an infinite war, fringing their martyrdom Until the land kisses, the unclouded moment of victory For the present cradles to sing, made their last salute.
You will not Cut out my tongue Until you bury my corpse.
I shall be, And speak, in freedom, And shall owe no explanation.
If it comes To strength and iron, I'll fall like my ancestors,
Dying in the name of what's right.
Governments across the world are adopting a fascistic view of personal freedoms. It seems as though they wish to police thoughts and opinions. Do not let them. Oppose a regime that tramples your right to be as you are: at that point, it is no longer worthy of your suboordination.
He was hers was in the past. Nevertheless still, He is imprisoned by the agony erstwhile is now. Oh how ardous it must have been! to him to her To love him in the days to come Foreseeing that she can't be in his heart no matter how hard she tries Because of her in his So, until when? Martyr she is! He can't never be hers Because He was hers Even before time, Today, And by and by.