Ding dong ding dongSounds the church bellYou should know it’s Sunday dawnBecause everyone could tell Deep down I am burdenedWith a lot of wordsI don’t think they should be pardonedThese are sincere words The church is colourfulThe brethren look beautifulBut their hearts are terribleAnd their thoughts horrible You pray so wellBut how do you see…
Oh you fleshly saints That know not the Father Yet make the Innocents gather And adore your spurious paints Oh you the heavenly ordained arachnids That spread on the Alter sweet scented incense But beneath the carpet is solace for Amadioha That fuels your messages with innocent bloods Oh you the chosen ones…