Preachers کے بول

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