Testo di 'Divine Service' di The Fair Sex

Come to the divine service
Come to the divine service
We have another god for your
We have a silent god for you
Come to the divine service
Join now the divine service
The signs of the black sanctified silence
Let down your heads meeting sanctified
Silence join now
The divine service our gloomy
Divine service silent crisis inside of your
Brain silent devourers
Can't be cured again your
Psyche needs our service
The threatening divine service
Walk to our halls and you'll never
Come back o you're white priests
Anxious about your thin necks
Start now the excommunication
Howl your prayer call us
The damned our hands'
Work is necromancy and
Our hands they are blasphemous
And bleeding hands our hands
Are bloody of cruel sacrifices
Ey there's a fatter on my ankle
I can't get free of it where have
You brought us to what is
The reason for your taking us
As prisoners that's not exactly
What you are you came down
To the halls where the cruel
And humble servants of satan
Dwell and now come near don't be afraid
Of joining our circle what does
This steely instrument mean
You can rest here for days
And days and centuries
Your nice little sacrifices
You by now i hope you won't spoil
Our little ill-minded pseudo-sabbath
Start now the excommunication howl
Your prayer call us the damned
The way your nice feet are planning
To lead you brings you down
To the halls and the chambers
Of our divine service so nasty
So cruel and perverted we adore
Your plain tears and your
Curses our divine service
I beg ya don't judge us unkind
We are hindered and hampered
And disabled swines