Martyrs of love, cold

All we were martyrs, 

Martyrs of love, cold. 

All we got into this, for crimson red love bold. 

We never knew it would be so hard, 

So hard that we could walk, 

We could talk, 

We could laugh, 

We could hope, 

All we could do, 

But in remorse pain

All we could do, 

Without the rainbow rain. 

All we were martyrs, 

Martyrs of love, cold. 

Were still fighting for, crimson red love bold. 

All we had bullet at the back. 

All we had scars in our eye's black. 

And all our dreams of golden hairs, 

Which we saw after tired fighting day, 

Faded away, and drowned through the bay. 

All our hardships gathered our limbs. 

But all our failure attempts broke our courage into pieces. 

And no more we could walk, walk through the cold. 

At last cold love blew off. 

And we found our crimson red love bold. 

It started flowing from heart, and

Drenched our body. 

Our hearts were empty, limbs were gathered

And all we martyrs are now lied in lines. 

Oh we were wrong then. 

We were wrong! 

We weren't martyrs even

We were killed.