Goodbye, I'll mend your loss
Your ashes and embers will soon light up the skies
The carcass of your martyr burns, in the process of punishment
You only have yourself to blame
So take my hands, for you will be burned before their eyes
What more does it take to see your death?
How much must be done to see you choke?
Let the carcass of the martyr burn in the process of punishment
Suspended by the throat, the knot chokes