Pus soaks this dirt
Cancer to this land
The roots turn sour
Drowning in rotten decay

Does this sound fair
Infarct heart of the earth
Bringer of the plaque
Must I bare this cross much more

I am the Martyr
In smothered hope
I bare
This cross
Cross of changes

I am the martyr
Of the gangrene harvest
Of virulent incantation
Obscene conjuration