Текст песни Pilgrimage from Darkness

Satan have you, this is your joy In his eyes The evil spirit rise Turns to darkness with satan's name Blood cries No one sees No one hear To reach the blessing of God As the pump is dead As the time is never lied As the seven crows are flied You can hear the calling As the time is right Dead bodies rise up from their graves And when the time comes near Oh, I see the prince of glory Holy month Sacred hounds Under the hill Do you hear their call?