Martyr

Follow me ye merry martyrs'

We've found a piece of time

Wrapped it up in paper packaging

Tied it up with twine

Blinded by loves good intentions

A pocket full of rye

Folded up in words and phrases

Searching for a light

Chart your path and hold your course

This gift it isn't free

Soon one day you'll leave your play

For the lofty world of dreams

Have you my brother ever wondered

Where thy light will go

When you've been wrapped in paper packaging

And buried down below

Have you my brother ever wondered

Where thy light will go

When you've been wrapped in paper packaging

And buried down below