Blessed, Be Thine Martyr - The Breathing Process

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