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