Crowned in Martyrmony Lyrics

in years,
in these b***** days
that weights
fall from a leaden sky
the scales are tilt
the plates are filled
with feasts of suffering

there is enough
ice to go around
there will be enough ice
for every last speckled man
rest a**ured
you will freeze
into a wide eyed
and forever old cube

until every day is blue
crossed in ice
nowaday's red reich
will embrace me
find me
and chalk me up
for a thousand more doses
additional pins

be grateful
we suffer for every man