Verse 1
From the field near Eden to heaven’s altar, the righteous cry out to God,
“How long, O Lord, Holy and True, before you avenge our blood?”
They were told to rest for a while longer for God is yet to make up the number, 
Of their fellow servants and brothers and sisters who are to be killed as they were.

Chorus:
The blood of the martyrs is seed, falling into the earth like rain.
God’s truth is their truth that takes root in the fields where they were slain.
Though kingdoms may rage and tyrants decree, they clung to Christ, their Hope, their Creed,
He walks in their midst, witnessing the spilled blood and hearing its cry as it touches the ground.

Verse 2
In Roman theaters the lions roared, yet songs of hope were sung;
A thousand torches lit the night where Christ’s own faithful hung.
But from those flames the gospel spread across the empire wide,
For no sword forged by human hands can still the Crucified.

Verse 3
From Wycliffe’s page to Hus’s stake, the truth survived the grave;
The Waldensians in mountain caves the scriptures chose to save.
Through darkened years God’s lamp burned on, though many paid the cost;
Their widespread sacrifice became a fire the world could not exhaust.

Chorus:
The blood of the martyrs is seed, falling into the earth like rain.
God’s truth is their truth that takes root in the fields where they were slain.
Though kingdoms may rage and tyrants decree, they clung to Christ, their Hope, their Creed,
He walks in their midst, witnessing the spilled blood and hearing its cry as it touches the ground.

Verse 4
From every tribe and every tongue, a countless throng shall rise;
In the second stage of persecution, God’s faithful ones will lay their lives.
They’ll love not their lives unto death, but will hold on to the Savior’s word;
Their victory will be won through Lamb-like strength, their praises will be forever heard.

Chorus:
The blood of the martyrs is seed, sown in the footsteps of Christ.
Bearing a harvest none can destroy, purchased at an infinite price.
Though ages may darken and persecutions plead, truth grows where the righteous bleed.
For every drop is gathered and the Lamb leads them home – the martyrs whose blood is seed.