Текст песни Form - In Honour Of...

On your trail Almighty ghost
Spiritual trust with both eyes closed
As we arrive upon the hill
He holds up his hands to show our good will

We made it through the giant gate
Expecting a welcome
Dear brothers of faith
Not faces pointing down at the ground
Silently without any sound

Was it him?
The one we are supposed to honour
Was it him?
The one who was above all others
About his words you better not twist
It is up to yourself if you choose to exist

All that the prime priest took
Can be returned by the book
The book has been hidden for ages
Protected by its poisoned pages