March Of The Pilgrims - Pure Love

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