The 21 marched on a beach in their chains Their cowardly captors behind The captors can't even reveal their own faces Wearing clothes black as their minds The Islamist cowards now brandishing knives With nothing but hate in their heart These Martyrs now know what fate will await them Under the Libyan Sun 21 Martyrs All clothed in orange Defying their captors! Proclaiming that Jesus is Lord! Their holy blood runs down and out to the sea Filling each tide pool with red Their captors stand over their now lifeless bodies The Martyrs face first in the sand The enemy gloats of their terrible deeds Proud of the terror they've done But the souls of those Martyrs are free from their chains And under the Altar of God 21 Martyrs All clothed in orange Defying their captors! Proclaiming that Jesus is Lord! The 21 saints now lie dead on the beach But they are the ones most alive Transformed now in Glory they now live in Christ For they've won Eternal Life The Islamist cowards will one day face judgment Unless they repent in their heart And they will be judged by the blood of these Martyrs And by our Lord Jesus Christ 21 Martyrs All clothed in orange Defying their captors! Proclaiming that Jesus is Lord! 21 Martyrs All clothed in orange Defying their captors! Proclaiming that Jesus is Lord!