Martyr Ars Nova lyrics

Corpse lies in its blood, a vision frozen in time;
Profanation of the dying one's soul,
The use of death for money's glory.
And some dare call this art.

Dm- a bloody hand collapsed
On the soiled ground
It`s fluid of life streaming
Through the earth`s entrails
A good angle is not a problem to catch
Those expressions that will last

Perfect models for the exposure
But in an art gallery
Why don`t they let those corpses disappear
'Can't call this immortality

Dm + fm- Ares Nova, desecration
Ares nova, normalization attempt


Dm- they want to see themselves as artists
With the finest aesthetic
But I see this as vandalism
With no respect for the dying
Privilege of some photographies
Sacrilege of what they see
Privilege of some atrocities
Desecration

Dm + fm- Ares Nova, desecration
Ares nova, necrophillic temptation

Dm- perfect models for the exposure
But in an art gallery
Dm + fm- why don`t they let those corpses disappear
'Can't call this immortality