In Memory Of The Martyrs Paroles

The problems that surround you
Were meant to be ignored
We are love, we are, we are love
We are love, we are, we are love

I dreamt I held a baby
I dreamt I held a child
I dreamt I held a young man
A prisoner in my hand
My hand I could not open
The man grew up inside
A prisoner without reason
Just on the other side
We are love, we are, we are love
We are love, we are, we are love


The blood red rose of summer
Grows elegant and tall
In memory of the green grass She'll cover when they die
We are love, we are, we are love
We are love, we are, we are love