flagellants Songtext
von rakefire impala

Whip it till the sickness is gone
Whip it ′cause the pox is comin' on
Whip it
Make your father proud
He craves it
Make it raw and loud
Make it loud
I know He can feel it
And the pain will seal it
It lifts His spirit
Oh
I know that He′s watching from above
And He's thinking
Bleed, my child
But bleed enough

Maybe we'll get it next time
′Cause here it comes again


The cough
The rattle
The fever
The rot
The smell
The screamin
The pain
The blot
The pleadings
Oh Lord
We′re beggin' in vain
But He′s sick again

Come on now
Get on your knees
Your brothers and sisters are beggin' you, please
And you know that they′re sick
And you know they will die
So whip it again
And pray for a sign
He knows it feels good
He loves the show
And He won't let go
You know it′s just so
It's just the way
The heavens play
So take the cue
You know what to do

And maybe we'll get it next time
′Cause here it comes again


The cough
The rattle
The fever
The rot
The smell
The screamin
The pain
The blot
The pleadings
Oh Lord
We′re beggin' in vain
But He′s sick again

The cough
The rattle
The fever
The rot
The smell
The screamin
The pain
The blot
The pleadings
Oh Lord
We're beggin′ in vain
But He's sick again