Ruins of Elysium - The Martyrdom of Saint Sebastian

The Martyrdom Of Saint Sebastian

Your hateful gaze piercing me
Like arrows tearing my skin
I was denied a name
You write a dead one on my grave
I wonder: will I ever be free?

Forgive me, father, for I have sinned
They said I'm condemned to damnation forever
Forgive me, father, for I have dreamed
I'll be shot and tortured, expelled and beheaded

We were fed the Milk of mother Earth as infants
For we were denied the love of motherhood
We've learned to choose our families
To be champions and be Queens
In our litany of desire
Reliquaries made of sin

Now my pride is my kin, my love and rebellion
Kisses tasting of Peppermint,
Red lips blowing dandelions

Glorious, martyr and saint,
I call on your courage, wisdom and strength
Left hurt with barely any perseverance
Don't let them rape me with arrows again!

Help me through this harsh trial of life
Release our arrested brothers and sisters
From cages made of closets, iron or strife
Protect us from those who mean harm to our kind

You, who have many names
You, who averted the plagues
Masha or Turing or Halford or Cox
Santo e Patrono, rogai por nós

We beseech you with childlike confidence,
Our beloved holy heavenly friend.
Heal illnesses from this cruel, hateful world
Intercede for us, who lost life too soon

There's nothing wrong in being who you are
To live your truth, be near or far
There's nothing beautiful in being a martyr

When the time came, I threw the first brick
None of your songs were about me
I am not here to die
I won't be your martyr

I won't be the spectacle you sell on TV
We are too busy building happiness from all hardships
Pressed against walls of stone
Or the rotten trunk of a dead tree
We are like lotuses, blooming despite the filth
We are queer, we are here
And we're not going anywhere