Chapter Text
My queen's got humour
She's at home at a funeral
Courts everybody's disapproval
I should've wedded her sooner
If the Old Gods ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece
Every sermon's getting more bleak
I'm more frozen each week
She was born cold
You heard them say it
My wife offers no absolutions
She tells me: Worship in the bedroom
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
She was born cold, but I love it
Soon I'll be cold as well
A, amen,
amen, amen
Take me to the Wall
I'll worship like a dog
At the shrine of your strife
I'll tell you my sins
So you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Cold Gods, let me give you my life
Take me to the Wall
I'll worship like a dog
At the shrine of your strife
I'll tell you my sins
So you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Cold Gods, let me give you my life
If I'm a pagan of the Cold Gods
My lover is the Corpse Bride
To keep the Others on my side
She demands a sacrifice
Commit dark deeds, bloody as she needs
Something grisly for the Winter King
That's a grim song to sing.
Why wake the giants from the earth?
Starks are troublesome from birth
That looks sickly, that looks ghastly
This is frightful work
Take me to the Wall
I'll worship like a dog
At the shrine of your strife
I'll tell you my sins
So you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Cold Gods, let me give you my life
Take me to the Wall
I'll worship like a dog
At the shrine of your strife
I'll tell you my sins
So you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Cold Gods, let me give you my life
No maesters or kings when the Long Night begins
There is no need for penitence for our icy sins
In the madness and frost, then sounds Winter's Horn
Only then I am forgotten, only then I am reborn
Oh, oh
Amen, amen, amen
Take me to the Wall
I'll worship like a dog
At the shrine of your strife
I'll tell you my sins
So you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Cold Gods, let me give you my life
Take me to the Wall
I'll worship like a dog
At the shrine of your strife
I'll tell you my sins
So you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Cold Gods, let me give you my life
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Chapter 2: Take Me To Church (Hozier) Lyrics
Summary:
The original lyrics to Take Me To Church by Hozier.
Notes:
Here's a link to YouTube for Hozier’s Take Me To Church.
Chapter Text
My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner
If the heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's gettin' more bleak
A fresh poison each week
We were born sick, you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
A, amen
Amen, amen
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Oh, good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Oh, good God, let me give you my life
If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
Drain the whole sea, get somethin' shiny
Somethin' meaty for the main course
That's a fine lookin' high horse
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starvin' faithful
That looks tasty, that looks plenty
This is hungry work
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Oh, good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Oh, good God, let me give you my life
No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then, I am human, only then, I am clean
Oh, oh, amen
Amen, amen
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Oh, good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Oh, good God, let me give you my life

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