I will never bow down to your idols; I know who I am. You'll have to put me in the ground, to silence me. This is my final stand. You can't kill me, I'm already dead! This is the martyr's cry. So, as the crowd demands my head, my time has come to die. You can't kill me, I'm already dead. This is the martyr's cry. So, as the crowd demands my head, my time has come to die.

Death is only the beginning of everything I'm living for. This is my final stand. Laid upon the altar; this is my final stand. Laid upon the altar. This is my final stand. (Stand up). My convictions are not for sale, and I know who I am. They can't deny the truth inside me, so I will suffer at their hands.

Dragged through the streets like a criminal by my own flesh and blood. Guilty by association, there is hell to pay for this apostate son. "Kill him," the self-righteous scream, "he serves a new King." "Kill him!" Their blind eyes can't see: I serve the True King!

Now, the rocks start flying; and my mouth, it fills with blood. I can hear my mother crying but, one voice is not enough. I was facing the full wrath of hell (feeble as it is). I was facing a good death as well. This is glorious! Face to face with the grave I was waiting for. And now my killers were face to face with a faith that they can't ignore. (This is my final stand).

I will never bow down to your idols; I know who I am. You'll have to put me in the ground, to silence me. This is my final stand. You can't kill me, I'm already dead! This is the martyr's cry. So, as the crowd demands my head, my time has come to die. You can't kill me, I'm already dead. This is the martyr's cry. So, as the crowd demands my head, my time has come to die.