On a macroscopic level, Hozier’s Take Me to Church is a fierce satire against religious moralism and the hypocrisy of institutions that claim the right to dictate what is pure and what is a sin. To dismantle this worldview, Hozier subverts the language of the Church: guilt, sin, confession, and worship no longer belong to the institution, but are instead reclaimed by human love. The lover becomes the altar, and their intimacy—though judged as "sick" by society—becomes the only genuinely sacred space.
It is precisely on this symbolic level that the song intersects with Will Graham’s journey toward Hannibal Lecter. Both narratives depict a conscious choice to completely surrender oneself to another, accepting that such vulnerability is the only possible form of truth.
The scene in the catacombs of Palermo is the most painful expression of this. Having survived being disemboweled, Will does not seek justice or healing; he returns to the very site of his trauma, pushes Alana away, and sets out to find Hannibal. He has finally understood that he was deeply loved by him, and that realization makes Hannibal's absence unbearable.
When he whispers, "I forgive you," Will isn't offering a moral pardon. He is answering the question Hannibal left him with before destroying their future together: "I forgive you. Will you forgive me?" Forgiving him means acknowledging that Hannibal's violence was also born from Will's own emotional betrayal. It is a forgiveness that doesn't erase the past, but validates the other's pain.
Yet, the devastating power of the scene lies primarily in the fact that Will makes this gesture into the void. He doesn’t know if Hannibal will hear him, if he will answer, or if he even still cares. And yet, he exposes himself completely, stripped of all defenses. It is a genuine act of faith.
This is why the moment echoes the cruelest line of the song: "I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife."
Will offers himself to Hannibal, convinced that he deserves that pain. He sinned against the only person who truly saw and understood him, and the gash in his abdomen almost takes on the value of a price to be paid for having shattered their future together.
It is a way of saying: "I am here, I have no defenses left, no more excuses. I have forgiven you for the blood you spilled because I finally understand the harm I caused you, but please, break this silence."
To society and common morality, their bond is an aberrant pathology ("We were born sick, you heard them say it"). And even if later on that morality will return to haunt him—reigniting his inner conflict and the idea that killing Hannibal is the only real way out—at this precise moment in Palermo, Will erases all logic: for him, that extreme love is the only truth left. He no longer cares about protecting himself, nor about being saved. The most excruciating agony for him is not another hemorrhagic shock, but the sheer terror of the void left by Hannibal's absence.
This is how I imagined Take Me to Church adapted and re-signified, if it were sung—or rather, exhaled into the darkness of the catacombs—by Will Graham for Hannibal Lecter:
Take Me to Church - Will’s Version
[verse]
My lover′s got elegance
He’s the silence at a ritual
Knows everybody′s disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner
If my mind ever did speak
He’s the last true mouthpiece
Every judgment is getting more bleak
A poison that leaves me so weak
"Deviant criminals," I heard them say it
My Law offers no absolutes
He tells me, "Worship your darkness"
The only freedom I’ll be led to
Is when I’m alone with you
It's a crime,
but I love him.
Command me to become.
pre-chorus
A-, amen
Amen, amen
[chorus]
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your design
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
[verse]
If I'm a pagan of the dark times
My lover's the shadow
To keep the monster on my side
He demands a sacrifice
Break the whole teacup
Watch the clock twisting
Something meaty for the main course
That’s a fine looking high horse
What do they hide behind their badges?
The empty world of the rude ones
That looks tasty, that looks plenty
This is hungry work
[chorus]
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your design
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
[verse 2]
No justice or crime when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our bloody sin
In the madness and blood of that sad, shattered scene
Only then, I am human
Only then, I am clean
pre-chorus
Oh, oh
Amen, amen, amen
[chorus]
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your design
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
