Pure Love March Of The Pilgrims
Let them come, oh let them come
One by one, by one, by one
Carrying their crosses for nothing but love
Oh let them come
And when they arrive pour salt in their wounds
Bait the tigers then cut them loose
Watch them feast on the blood of the old kingdom
All hail the march of the pilgrims
Let them come, oh let them come
One by one, by one, by one
Carried through the desert on nothing but trust
Oh let them come
And when they start singing that they believe
Bait the lions and then set them free
Watch them feast on the blood of the old kingdom
All hail the march of the pilgrims
The sun will turn to water and pour onto the earth
Sea of fire, the holy curse
Fan the flames and then pass the blame
It was never meant to be this way
And we will be saved
In the end.
