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.
(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?