Violence in Red (A Violin’s Story) Songtext
von Tears of Martyr

Our story begins up on the stage
Where Voice and Violin play the lead
Voice above of Sirens and Angels
Violin almost binds mind and heart

But no matter what arduous tune he performed
She always received the praise and the rose

Not knowing very well how
A very terrible and more disturbing thought
Seized the Violinist heart

Like water chooses the downhill to flow

The idea soon flashed on his mind
To be heard, he needed his violin
Sound they way she sang

Violence in Red
Rapture of all sense
Violence in Red
Feelings will be overwhelmed
When the Voice of the Violin sounds with rage...


Was after last night before Grand′s
His soul driven by evil command
When he sneaked through her dressing room door
Once bouquets, and all followers were gone...

And there she was, her face still shinning
Embellished with an erotic-like glow
Surprised by the heinous look of fire
Which did not belong to the boy she
Started music school with anymore...

Violence then began, his bow cut her throat
And the Violin was bathed in blood
With a new set of strings, her precious vocal cords
He melted away from the music hall

Embraced with the Violin he woke
With a nightmarish wail still under his breath
Headed straight to his date with renown and fame
Blaming stress, for the voice it seemed to come out from the case...

Crisis at Grand, the great soprano has vanished
His answer is clear: He will play Voice and Violin
Music starts and audience is soon in shock
Everyone immersed in trance by its sound


Rhythm goes faster and faster, see all of them faint!
Violin solo playing two scores in a puppet like stance
Battle ends with her last note finale
He collapses, sticking himself, tearing into splinters

The Violin in Red

Rapture of all sense
Violence in Red
Feelings are now overwhelmed
Violence in Red
The Story of the Violin has come to an end...
And finally the soul / my soul of her
Voice has been set free!