The Church - Lyrics - In Strict Confidence

"our daughter is an intelligent child", Said the mother to the preacher Without the church she would grow up wild There's no better teacher She spents her time in praying In world full of fight Perhaps she will get lost Will get lost tonight the church She enters a house with thounds candles Watch the sacred cross over her head Sacred books are burning and reading themselves Holy chains around her head Maybe that you climb the stairs And you're covered with blindness In circling room, turning and screaming Fold your hands, you'll be deaf'n dumb the church