Take my will
Take my hands
This is the last dance
Long I have spun
This is the last dance
Victorious am I?
I do not push
Victorious am I?
I am pulled
To skies of black, to barren places
Absurd desires, hopes, fears, to death
Martyrious
In a trance
Endlessly, we dance for the stone
Relentlessly, we dance to ascend, to fall
Martyrious
In a trance
You took my will
Took my hands
In this last dance
But I befriended time
To create and live again
And create and live again