Praise the low

emily is hanging round
by her feet strung upside down
swaying back and forth without a sound

the time has come to claim your place
wipe that look right off your face
or disappear without a trace

and all around a fire's burning
brighter then the sun
but we don't feel the sun today
'cause once you've offered all to burn
then so above below

the time has come for us to praise the low
to praise the low

dripping blood and taken down
emily is happy now
lying face down on the winter ground

so shut your eyes and genuflect
the avenging angel comes
and start to count
6, 5, 4, 3, 2,
once you've offered all to love
then so above below

the time has come for us to praise the low
to praise the low
to praise the low

emily is hanging round
by her feet strung upside down
swaying back and forth without a sound
without a sound