Real martyrs' lives felt like drops in a storm. Amid the shadows we lost our way, into the abyss I saw they felt. Real martyrs' lives, nameless graves, they’re not who were blessed. Clouds obscured the sky, dark present and future, WOLVES SPIT OUT, fear raises this Hell, in a dark place it’s time to die, prophetic death, prophetic betrayal. Amid the shadows I FEEL YOUR GRAVE, into the darkness I feel your pain. Martyrs, innocent victims die, kids running from death, gunpowder covers the air, no one deserves to survive.