The Bloody Crown of Martyrdom

O crown of crimson, soaked in pain
Where sacrifice and death remain
A bloody wreath of thorn and bone
Upon the brow of those alone

Lift high the blood-stained sign of grace
A martyr’s heart in death embraced
Each drop that falls from shattered skin
A vow to never yield within

O martyr’s crown, O bitter throne
For truth and light, their lives are sown
Through agony, through burning flame
They rise beyond the world of shame

Their blood becomes the seeds of might
That bloom within the darkest night
And from their suffering, we gain  
The strength to bear our sacred pain

So wear the crown, though stained with blood
For through the tears, there comes a flood  
Of faith unbroken, hearts made whole
The price of martyrdom's pure soul

Sing now the hymn of those who die
Whose names ascend the blood-red sky
And with their crown, we too shall see  
The glory born from agony