| In dark, filthy places, forsaken, forgotten
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| Our brothers and sisters are paying a price
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| They will not deny Him to purchase their freedom
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| For these are the faithful, the martyrs for Christ
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| Twisted and broken, abandoned and beaten
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| Their bodies confined an unseen sacrifice
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| But deep in their spirits, they know perfect freedom
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| For they are the ones who’ve been set free by Christ
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| From under the altar the voices are crying
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| «How long Lord, till you come judge the earth?»
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| But He’ll wrap and redeem them in robes of pure white
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| For the blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church
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| For the blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church
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| The deafening silence--their faithful refusal
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| To doubt or deny in the presence of men
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| They live by His promise beofre His own Father
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| That in His Kingdom, He’ll not deny them
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| Bridge:
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| «How long Lord?
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| How long till You come again to take us home?»
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| Words and music by Michael Card and Phil Naish
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| Copyright 1998
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| Mole End Music |