Letras
In the hush of stained-glass longing
We murmur prayers unwritten
Not for heaven's mercy calling
But for truth forbidden
We praise a shadow gospel
In whispers undenied
Our hymns are rotted heavens
Where faith and dark coincide
Holy water black and pages
Blessed to cross turned to dust
We rise from pious cages
To witching memory and trust
Choirs in silence, saints in stone,
Hear the sermons burned to bone.
Crosses crack, the altar bleeds,
We trade our vows for broken creeds.
We praise a shadow gospel
In whispers undenied
Our hymns are rotted heavens
Where faith and dark coincide
Holy water black and pages
Blessed to cross turned to dust
We rise from pious cages to
Witching memory and trust
No absolution waits for me,
Only the fire of heresy.
The bells are tolling midnight clear,
A darker gospel pulls us near.
Faith to ash…
Ash to flame…
Flame to void…
We praise a shadow gospel
In whispers undenied
Our hymns are rotted heavens
Where faith and dark coincide
Holy water black and pages
Blessed to cross turned to dust
We rise from pious cages
To witching memory and trust