Jesus loves me! (But Freya guides me.)

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[Chorus: All - Female Quartet - Harmonized Gospel Style]
Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so
But Freya’s in the bushes where the golden juices flow
He’s got the whole world in his hands, or so the preachers say
But Freya’s got her hands on me in a much more tactile way
Yes, Jesus loves me! Yes, Jesus loves me!
But Freya’s coming for me at the ending of the day

[Verse 2: Emma - Female Contralto - Bluesy, Velvety, Resonant]
[Bluesy Organ rhythm with a slight stomp-clap beat]
I’m a sheep within his pasture, he’s the shepherd with the staff
He leads me to the water, making all the angels laugh
He says to be submissive, to be quiet and be still
But Freya’s got a chariot and a much more thirsty will
She rides her cats through starlight, with her necklace bright and bold
She doesn't want my silver, she just wants my liquid gold

[Transition: Sudden shift in tone - The Organ distorts, Lyre stops, Heavy Industrial Beat begins]

[Bridge: Fannie - Female Mezzo-Soprano - Rap, Aggressive, Syncopated]
[Deep, distorted Bagpipes and loud Tribal Drums - Demonic Atmosphere]
Yo, move aside the curate, 'cause the Valkyries are screaming
I’m tired of the pews and all the holy water dreaming!
You talk about the cross, but I’m looking for the spear
Odin’s in the shadows, and he’s whispering in my ear!
Freya’s got the mead, and it’s dripping down her chin
If loving her is holy, then I’m soaking in the sin!
She likes it rough, she likes it wild, she likes the way I drum
Forget the second coming, baby, I just want to... hum!
I’m a pagan in the pulpit, I’m a heathen in the hall
I’m banging on the gong until the church’s pillars fall!

[Chorus: All - Female Quartet - Dark Industrial Gospel Style]
[Heavy percussion and screeching Bagpipes]
Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so
But Freya’s in the bushes where the golden juices flow
He’s got the whole world in his hands, or so the preachers say
But Freya’s got her hands on me in a much more tactile way

[Outro: Miranda - Female Soprano - Operatic, High-pitched & All - Female Quartet]
[Fading out with a mix of high angelic notes and deep, guttural tribal chants]
(Miranda: Hallelujah... Valhalla...)
He says he’s the way, the truth, and the light
(All: But Freya’s the heat in the middle of the night!)
Bless me, Goddess, for I have been... very, very good.
[Final heavy strike of a Gong]

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[Verse 1: Miranda - Female Soprano - Ethereal, Angelic & Annelies - Female Alto - Deep, Haunting - Married Couple] [Bright Lyre and soft Pipe Organ playing a traditional hymn melody] Oh, the Sunday bells are ringing for the savior in the sky He says he loves the little children, and he never tells a lie I kneel before the altar, oh, the wood is hard and long I feel his spirit rising, making my devotion strong He wants to fill my vessel with a grace that overflows But there’s a secret garden where a wilder flower grows [Chorus: All - Female Quartet - Harmonized Gospel Style] Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so But Freya’s in the bushes where the golden juices flow He’s got the whole world in his hands, or so the preachers say But Freya’s got her hands on me in a much more tactile way Yes, Jesus loves me! Yes, Jesus loves me! But Freya’s coming for me at the ending of the day [Verse 2: Emma - Female Contralto - Bluesy, Velvety, Resonant] [Bluesy Organ rhythm with a slight stomp-clap beat] I’m a sheep within his pasture, he’s the shepherd with the staff He leads me to the water, making all the angels laugh He says to be submissive, to be quiet and be still But Freya’s got a chariot and a much more thirsty will She rides her cats through starlight, with her necklace bright and bold She doesn't want my silver, she just wants my liquid gold [Transition: Sudden shift in tone - The Organ distorts, Lyre stops, Heavy Industrial Beat begins] [Bridge: Fannie - Female Mezzo-Soprano - Rap, Aggressive, Syncopated] [Deep, distorted Bagpipes and loud Tribal Drums - Demonic Atmosphere] Yo, move aside the curate, 'cause the Valkyries are screaming I’m tired of the pews and all the holy water dreaming! You talk about the cross, but I’m looking for the spear Odin’s in the shadows, and he’s whispering in my ear! Freya’s got the mead, and it’s dripping down her chin If loving her is holy, then I’m soaking in the sin! She likes it rough, she likes it wild, she likes the way I drum Forget the second coming, baby, I just want to... hum! I’m a pagan in the pulpit, I’m a heathen in the hall I’m banging on the gong until the church’s pillars fall! [Chorus: All - Female Quartet - Dark Industrial Gospel Style] [Heavy percussion and screeching Bagpipes] Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so But Freya’s in the bushes where the golden juices flow He’s got the whole world in his hands, or so the preachers say But Freya’s got her hands on me in a much more tactile way [Outro: Miranda - Female Soprano - Operatic, High-pitched & All - Female Quartet] [Fading out with a mix of high angelic notes and deep, guttural tribal chants] (Miranda: Hallelujah... Valhalla...) He says he’s the way, the truth, and the light (All: But Freya’s the heat in the middle of the night!) Bless me, Goddess, for I have been... very, very good. [Final heavy strike of a Gong]

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