[Verse 1]

Son of the furrows, bound to the earth

In shadows of torment, you prove your worth

Flayed by the hands of a merciless fate

A testament to suffering, a legacy of hate

With every lash and cut, your spirit defies

In the depths of despair

Crucified upside down, holding his own skin

[Verse 2]

Nailed to the wall, exposed flesh and bone

In the echoes of history, where the lost belong

Son of the furrows, your pain is the guide

In the silence of torment, the rage will not hide

[Chorus]

From the ashes of anguish, martyr's doom

In the face of darkness, the battles loom

What wisdom is born from the fires of strain?

As he wore his own scars like a crown of pain

[Verse 3]

Forced to witness the cruelty of man

Suffering in a pool of blood, flayed alive

Son of the furrows, your pain is the guide

In the silence of torment, the rage will not hide

[Chorus]

From the ashes of anguish, martyr's doom

In the face of darkness, the battles loom

Born from the fires of strain

Wore his scars like a crown of pain

[Outro]

In the whispers of martyrs, your courage is shown

Flayed alive, chains of despair

For the truth of your suffering is a flame to bear