The word martyr derives from the Greek martyria, which indeed means witness. That is, a martyr is a witness, one who bears witness to the point of shedding their blood. 

Here is for the Lady of the Moor

Come sit close I’ll try to make up a song that brings forward the Moon
Now your turn, I’ll hit the strings and you’ll sing away those blues

Here is for the Lady of the Moor

Lay your head to rest I’ll keep awake and ring bells if they should
Come, those howling spooks of rusty chains looming out of the woods

Here is for the Lady of the Moor

Fireflies around your head at night fight off the dark in the room
There’s no reason for you to cry but if you do the rain will do too

Here is for the Lady of the Moor

An atmospheric sound of ghosts and sleepy children making the summer bloom
Busy buzz of buzzing bugs and kites, kites flying over skies. So: silence. Kids flying kites by the sea, on a beach so silent. Hiding. No sound of bombs falling. And they hide in the fumes of the moon. I'll keep you safe.

(Song by Pentapolar Birds)