The Martyr - The Charlie Daniels Band

Momma I fear the night is falling

Blacker than jet and cold as ice

And somewhere a gentle voice is calling

And I hear the sounds of paradise

See the innocent dying

Has the world gone insane

Now the death angels flying

And he’s calling my name

I know this will be my finest hour

I stand face to face with the enemy

Defying his awesome evil power

And hold my light high for the world to see

And nothing else matters

Just hold fast to the right

See the enemy scatter

See his forces take flight

Momma don’t shed a tear for me

Don’t wring your hands and moan

Remember it’s darkest

Just before dawn

You know we’ll meet again

Around that shining throne

My hands were not empty

I was never alone