Baxil (baxil) wrote,
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okay, what the hell?

uh. Whoah. Radio KoL is playing ... something Christian. I think. With violins and a children's choir and a droning lead singer with a voice down in the sub-basement. I think the DJ is In A Mood.

I can't find a copy of the mp3 anywhere online but I can at least try sharing the lyrics to give some taste of the weirdness.

"Nail," Downbeat Pursuers

(BACKING CHILDREN'S CHOIR in parentheses)

Warm, fragile hand
pierced through the skin.
I crawl by the cross
Where your sacred blood drips.

Your perfection ebbs out
Redeeming my sin.
But you rise into light
And I'm left in the darkness.

I praise you from my dirt.
  (Praise your perfection)
I praise you from my filth.
  (Praise your sweet light)
My words hold you down.
  (I reach for your cross)
My words are your nail.
  (You bleed and I cry)

You cry in your sacrifice
The tear burns my flesh.
I welcome the pain,
I'm unworthy of your smile.

Leave this black world
So I can't stain your soul.
Forgive me from heaven
Far from my black taint.

I praise you from my dirt.
  (De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine)
I praise you from my filth.
  (Domine, exaudi vocem meam)
My words hold you down.
  (Fiant aures tuae intendentes)
My words are your nail.
  (in vocem deprecationis meae.)*

Domine, tua decoris ultimis
Te noceo per mea anima 
anima sordida
anima sordida
anima sordida. **

--

* Out of the depths I have cried to Thee, O Lord
Lord, hear my voice.
Let Thy ears be attentive
to the voice of my supplication.

** O Lord, thy greatest beauty 
I wound with my soul
My filthy soul
Filthy soul. (out)
... What the hell would you call that, anyway? Gothic gospel?
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