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There were martyrs for the Cause
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and there were those who chose to watch.
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There was new fire in their hearts
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It was after this, the Wolf sought
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They carried love with their belief
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searching for the unity
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But when violent power is held in the wrong hands
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its hate that has no remedy
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and I say
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Do you believe in?
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Do you believe in martyrs?
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All the blood, the persecution
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Tell me why it had to be
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All those soldiers with their rifles
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to make the others see
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When the temple was stained red
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this did not stop the uphill fight they led
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Still they find their hearts so sore
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yet free to see theres martyrs more and more
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and I say
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Do you believe in?
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Do you believe in martyrs?
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Lo, the victims of a government
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First Babi and then Baha'i
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Love was in their disposition
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Not even death could make them cry,
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not even death could make them die.
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Do You Believe In Martyrs?
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| The Boxers |
