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?