Praise the low

emily is hanging round

by her feet strung upside down

swaying back and forth without a sound

the time has come to claim your place

wipe that look right off your face

or disappear without a trace

and all around a fire's burning

brighter then the sun

but we don't feel the sun today

'cause once you've offered all to burn

then so above below

the time has come for us to praise the low

to praise the low

dripping blood and taken down

emily is happy now

lying face down on the winter ground

so shut your eyes and genuflect

the avenging angel comes

and start to count

6, 5, 4, 3, 2,

once you've offered all to love

then so above below

the time has come for us to praise the low

to praise the low

to praise the low

emily is hanging round

by her feet strung upside down

swaying back and forth without a sound

without a sound