I believe your tears are stored away,
And like a gentle rain they will fall some day,
On a dusty heart,
On some arid soul,
All the tears you've cried will make them whole.

My beautiful martyr (in the crown of thorns)
My beautiful martyr (in the robe of fire)
My beautiful martyr (in the gown of scorn)
So beautiful,
My beautiful martyr.

I believe your blood, (like a river flows)
Runs wide and deep, (towards an unknown sea)
And it stains the sky, (when the chains are cold)
And floods the broken street, (on our history)
That your prayers are saved, (in the nail scarred hand)
That your cry is heard, (in the restless wind)
And that the world will hang, (like the criminal man)
On every word. ('til the world lights down)

My beautiful martyr (in the crown of thorns)
My beautiful martyr (in the robe of fire)
My beautiful martyr (in the gown of scorn)
So beautiful,
My beautiful martyr.

I believe we'll meet where there are no farewells,
Between the spikes that pierced and the sword that fell.

My beautiful martyr (in the crown of thorns)
My beautiful martyr (in the robe of fire)
My beautiful martyr (in the gown of scorn)
So beautiful,
My beautiful martyr (in the crown of thorns)
My beautiful martyr (in the robe of fire)
My beautiful martyr (in your gown of scorn)
You're so beautiful,
My beautiful martyr.