Primordial - Death Holy Death

I heard Hallelujah, just one last time.
Your tired faces, they are worn by sorrow.
Out sadness is worn like a gift from God.
O Death Holy Death! You cast us in grace.

And these are the days we borrow in place.
What martyrs cloak you have draped across these city walls.
And wear the mask, the passing of time.
We all fall to dust and echo finally one last time.

What ships they pass, through the eye of the storm.
To reach this final place... the last destination of a life under loves will.

So hold your children tight, cradle them dear.
To the graves we march, we are pilgrims to the night.
We step into the void of the soul so brave.
With barren earth, we step into the void as Pilgrims.