Their blood is not forgotten, and their cry is not erased. How long, holy and true Lord, before the earth is judged? How long until the violence answers at the throne of righteousness? Faithful through the prison, faithful through the flame. White robes wait beyond the violence of the earth. The second death shall never own the saints. White robes are given one by one to every waiting servant. Rest a little season, for the testimony is not finished. Their witness rises higher than the sword. The Lamb remembers every name beneath the altar. Other faithful voices still will seal the witness with their lives. Justice has not failed; it waits within the counsel of the Lord. How Long, O Lord? Faithful through the prison, faithful through the flame. White robes wait beyond the violence of the earth. The second death shall never own the saints.