"Holy Rage" lyrics

Turn your rage to holy fear
And kiss the son while he is near
Hail the preacher, but burn the seer
Oh, I'll know God when she appears

Daughter, you were born with sin
Your Ma passed on that snake within
Forgive me, I was born with skin
And I'll bite the head off with a grin

The altar cloth is stained with blood
And the pews are caked with peasant mud
Yet bones and feathers, my dryin' bud
You claim will call a mighty flood

Go wash your body in the creek
Then come and kiss your savior's feet
Your herbs and salves will get you beat
This wine you'll drink, this bread you'll eat

And if you're bleeding, stay at home
'Cause dogs still bite through mouths of foam
A she-wolf bore our Holy Rome
A virgin blamed, a man atoned

I saw them all
Walking like saints to church, running to feed the sick
And hypocrites in their hearts

The Holy Ghost might seek you, child
But speak of fae, you'll be exiled
From rib of man came all on earth
So screams the maid as she gives birth