We saw in the distance
Hundreds of men

Their campsite illuminated
Burning flesh, skin to stick
Their campsite illuminated
Burning flesh, skin to stick
Their campsite illuminated
Burning flesh, skin to stick
Their campsite illuminated
Burning flesh, skin to stick
Their campsite illuminated

We are dogs at your waist ("This is my love")
If we could reach such heights ("This is my strength")
We are dogs at your waist ("This is my love")

We catch your spit our lips shine
Prepared to sing your praises
We hear you

You lose your tongue at the scent of burning flesh
And your mouth was so proud, and your mouth was so proud
Of your existence, of your existence

I guess you won't be coming home a martyr