The Choir of Ash and Bone

Verse 1
Whispers coil like serpents in their sanctified halls,
Silver crosses gleaming while their shadowed judgment falls.
They sing of holy mercy with a tongue of sundered flame,
But their eyes burn red with hunger
For someone else to blame.

Pre-Chorus
I hear the hymns turn hollow,
Hear the halo crack and groan—
They call themselves the righteous,
But their choir is made of bone.

Chorus
You preach with a demon’s grin,
Casting curses dressed as hymns.
Your hands drip fire—never grace—
While you condemn another’s skin.
If your God is love, then why
Do your words sound like the grave?
You don’t lift the lost to heaven—
You push them deeper into flame.

Verse 2
Candles flicker crimson on their sharpened scripture lines,
They chant “repent” like warlords
While they polish their own crimes.
They say the devil walks among us—
But I’ve seen him in their eyes,
In the way they cloak their hatred
In a robe of holy lies.

Pre-Chorus
What salvation are you guarding?
What salvation do you own?
If you breathe damnation’s smoke,
Then you’re already on his throne.

Chorus
You preach with a demon’s grin,
Casting curses dressed as hymns.
Your hands drip fire—never grace—
While you condemn another’s skin.
If your God is love, then why
Do your words sound like the grave?
You don’t lift the lost to heaven—
You push them deeper into flame.

Bridge (Haunting, whispered, ritual-like)
In the dark I see your shadows
Wearing crowns of broken light…
Judges of the fallen souls
That look like you at night.
Drop the stones you hold so tightly—
They’re carved from all your sin.
Hell is built by those who swear
They’re keeping others out…
While dragging themselves in.

Final Chorus
You preach with a demon’s grin,
Casting curses dressed as hymns.
Your gospel bleeds with venom
From a serpent deep within.
If your God is love, then let
A single spark remain—
Stop casting souls to fire
Just to soothe your hidden pain.

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