Follow me to the hill and find what I've seen. Follow me and all will be well. No worries in your mind.  All will be explained in time. Follow me to the hill and you will see. Just beyond the hill is our home. Walls built not with brick but bone. Follow me and see the dead.  To see them all rise and your soul fills with dread.  Follow me from the beginning to end. For tonight we all feast on your head.