You ponder the time you have carelessly wasted
A martyr for Christ is declared every minute
They offer their lives, praying for those who killed them
While you turn your eyes from the world's goats and villains
They, bringing the Gospel, have their backs lacerated
Be stoned, burned alive, get their limbs amputated
And soaked with their blood, their whole bodies are painted
It's all for the fight 'gainst the sins that you play with
That shame on your face while you sit there alone
Should stay, if the faith you proclaim you will own
I pray that you go away from your comfort zone
And chase them who are slain for the name of our Cornerstone
Please see that their death is a sweet victory
It should make you say to your brothers "Wait for me!"
Get up on your feet and then preach to that place
Be disturbed if you fail to see each killer's face
Otherwise in your eyes God is not worthy
To use, as sacrifice, your whole body
You'll be more like a spy 'gainst the LORD's army
As an image of Christ: you're a false copy
Martyrdom is normal since Christian history
Even back in the time of God's men with prophecies
Believe me, their deaths never were great tragedies
But feel this in our system to know the real misery:
There are parts of this world that has never ever heard
Of our God and His curse that has bound them to this world
Though with knowledge they'll discern, in the end they will be hurled
Into Hell where they'll be burned by God's wrath that they deserve
