cry of the martyrs

with the world to win behind us, our hands shorn for all to see, they'll till the dirt with our bodies to remind us, of our defeat at calvary, they'll say our whole life is a locust, disturbing their fractious peace, but it is they who mangle our horizons, of our defeat at calvary, but i see the light and i see the sea, despite the future crashing down and closing over me, i got power over all my enemies, listen to the martyrs cry for me, i see the light and i see the sea, the sun is going down but it won't ease the burning, i've seen it written on the other side of history, listen to the martyrs cry for me, with the world to win behind us, our hands shorn for all to see, they'll till the dirt with our bodies to remind us, of our defeat at calvary, they'll say our whole life is a locust, disturbing their fractious peace, but it is they who mangle our horizons, of our defeat at calvary, there are histories of violence, reduce our memories to silence, repressing all the stories of the unsung and unseen, listen to the martyrs cry for me, i see the light and i see the sea, i'm ready for the spiral down, i'm waiting for perdition, but i can't carry myself down to die in peace, listen to the martyrs cry, with the world to win behind us, our hands shorn for all to see, they'll till the dirt with our bodies to remind us, of our defeat at calvary, they'll say our whole life is a locust, disturbing their fractious peace, but it is they who mangle our horizons, of our defeat at calvary