Two roads leading to different lives,
One was laden with knives,
The other, bursting with a life.
But I chose the harder one,
Which indeed makes you feel alone.
I know this, because I am the Martyr.
It is better to ring Hell's knell,
Rather than living in a closed well.
Where innocent people are slaves,
Pretending to be a group of naives.
I have witnessed this, because I am the Martyr.
The images of Devil's metal urn,
Etched in the memory as a mental burn.
Penury becomes a part of the burgher's life,
While the invader celebrates with his wife.
I have experienced this, because I am the Martyr.
I cannot bear this torment anymore,
It's time to trample the vermins somemore.
Let us all unite as a battalion,
And fight the creatures like lions.
Join me in the cause, because I am the Martyr.
Alas! The creatures are no more,
All thanks to the courage we bore.
It's time to exit this atrocious maze,
And rejoice in this glory daze.
I say these words, because I am the Martyr.