The Freak's Church

Here they gather, the weak, the weird, the deformed
They sing a gospel no-one else wants to ear
Tree stumps, moss and an old ruin
Nowhere else are they welcomed

But here they pray and rest, tired minds and bodies
An unfrocked priest leads the mass
Obscene from afar, but moving from within
The outcasts finally have a home

They worship a strange and ancient god
Cast-away and forgotten, just like them
To conceal the ugliness, they light no candles
But a vibrant inner fire still warms their hearts

Freaks and devils, joining hands
Burning a reeking incense
They know their day will come
When the light will finally shine for them



Credits
Writer(s): Wisdom Of Dust, Sylvain Mario
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