Preachers - Harvest

I am looking for two preachers

In dirty clothes

In dirty clothes

Breathing fire and stopping rain

Where they come from nobody knows

When you see them on the mountain

Number the days

Number the days

When the earthquake

Makes the graves break

Where they come from nobody knows

Where they come from nobody knows

Nobody knows

Nobody knows

Where they come from nobody knows

Nobody knows

Nobody knows

For the hour of the greatest darkness

On the day when they burn our crosses

Find the preachers in dirty clothes

Take their bodies

You’ll free their souls

Where they come from nobody knows

Nobody knows

Nobody knows

Where they come from nobody knows

Nobody knows

Nobody knows