Martyrs

The beast would only lick their feet

So they were taken to the scaffold

At a busy nearby street

The Holy Ghost dressed her in white

Then she lost her head by her father's hand

And then she saw a light

The vultures would not touch him

So he's bathed in liquid lead

The angels took him home though

Guarded him 'til he was dead

Something to die for

Oh can there be?

There has to be

First sentenced to the brothel

They would cut her breasts off

But she'd want to die as an apostle

To the Holy City's gate

They would take him, stone him

Gladly he would take his chosen fate

Skinned, buried alive, axed, racked and

Beaten with a stick

Boy it makes you wonder

Who came up with all this shit?

Something to die for

Oh can there be?

There has to be

You have been ready

For a long time

Turn weakness to power

Well brother, it's time