Lyrics Blessed, Be Thine Martyr - The Breathing Process

Blessed, Be Thine Martyr

I have seen death through your eyes
Aversions, reflecting the skies breaking memories of the tragedy that claimed
her life
In the wake her rebirth this world has been condemned
Yet your lips still held perfectly with composure of a lovers tryst
The skies ignite in flames the mortals scour in ashes before Antigone
She wields the fog as though a weapon
Artistically attired in flames, Pandora your dreams yet to fade
Your fate of love rebirth
Rebirth
Blessed, be thine martyr
An embodiment of evil torn from your blood stream
These flames were born from the womb of your incantation
The world encased in fog death is omnipresent my beings filled with fear
You’re my last hope Pandora
Blessed be thine martyr
I beg (a heart of evil that still loves has mercy endearing sympathy have mercy.
Now beg)
I have seen death in her eyes, I have seen love in your heart
Catastrophe has began the end is now closing in
No sympathy Pandora be thine martyr
My love these lies show you that I care
Their lives are pawns to you their lives are lives to me
This is the world we reside spare their lives I beg you please