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Baptist, raise your withered hand,
raise it to the sky and scream.
Father, hang from your hatstand
and let the poets dream.

Hear the hellfire coming.
Hear the hellfire coming.
Here the hellfire coming.
Hear the hellfire coming.

All you women with tired faces,
lend your eyes to the Lord's cold gaze.
All you sinners air your disgraces
in this misty morning haze.

Preacher, calm the flock with song,
shatter silence with promises.
Vicar, cast the restless throng
into the wilderness.

Hellfire, come lick my toes,
tease me with your heat.
Angel, whilst in my throes
bring my mouth to your teat.

Hear the hellfire coming.
Hear the hellfire coming.
Hear the hellfire coming.
Hear the hellfire coming.

Chosen One, hear the womenfolk die
on this sabbath day.
Almighty, watch the menfolk try
plant their crops in the clay.

I see a vision of angels burning.
I see a vision of horses turning.
I see a vision of plagues erupting.
I see a vision of endless nothing.