Trivium - Pull Harder On The Strings Of Your Martyr [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

The face and the lips tremble as it rips
Your breath quickening as he rushes in

Pull harder, strings, martyr
"Stop," you cry, "That's a lie!"
Flush gasping; white reddening
You smile and destroy it
It's time that we end this

It's our curse that makes this world so hopeless
Allowing our king to spread his genocidal wings

Clawing the skin
Each kill, your weakness
Annihilation, your masturbation
Tyrant, I'll burn you down

Pull harder, strings, martyr
"Stop," you cry, "That's a lie!"
Flush gasping; white reddening
You smile and destroy it
It's time that we end this

It's our curse that makes this world so hopeless
Allowing our king to spread his genocidal wings

My hands grip your throat
I need your end
Burned, staked, ripped apart
I avenge
For every life you have taken
I am here to repay

You ask me, "Oh, God, why?"
"Cause I'm God; that's fucking why"
For every life you have taken
I am here to repay