Verse
F# G# E A F#
Clean that e-vil mud out your soul
G# E A F#
Sweet hea-ven save me from that can-dle
G# E A F#
Burned it up it burned, it stank so strong
G# E
Of hell fi-ire...
[Chorus]
E C# G#
...hea-ven can on-ly know
E A E
what un-holy sights and sounds
C# G#
All we in-no-cent babes
E F#
has made in them dens
[weird theme]
F# G# E A
F# G# E A
F# G# E A
F# G#
[Verse 2]
F# G# E A F#
All spawn of my own flesh and blood
G# E A F#
All spawn of my de-vils's own strumpet
G# E A F#
Them ol-den days and them hard times
G# E
and mer-ci-ful...
[Chorus]
C# G#
...hea-ven on-ly knows
E A E
what un-holy sights and sounds
C# G#
All we in-no-cent babes
E D G F#m B
has made in them de -e -e -ens
D G F#m B
[Post-Chorus]
E
Weren't you a-feared lit-tle lambs down
A D
there_In all that dark down there
G C E G D
In that deep place made all flesh all blood
F
For these eyes of mine
A
What a joy di-vine
[weird theme]
F# G# E A
F# G# E A
F# G# E A
F# G# E
Merci-ful...
[Chorus]
C# G#
...hea-ven on-ly knows
E A E
what un-holy sights and sounds
C# G#
All we in-no-cent babes
E D G F#m B
has made in them de -e -e -ens
D G F#m B
[Post-Chorus]
E
Weren't you a-feared lit-tle lambs down
A D
there_In all that dark down there
G C E G D
In that deep place made all flesh all blood
F
For these eyes of mine
A
What a joy di-vine