Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Neon cross on a motel wall Rosary swinging from a bruised right hand Ink on skin, old Latin scars Two shadows kneel, then they start to stand Barroom breath and broken glass Laughter cut by a desperate prayer "Lord, you know the ones we hunt" They load the truth, climb the creaking stair [Chorus] We are the saints, we are the sinners Brothers in blood, in borrowed grace Veritas, Aequitas Name by name, we face to face If there's a hell, we'll share the fire If there's a judge, we'll take the stand We are the saints, we are the sinners Guns and gospel in our hands (hey!) [Verse 2] Old hymn hums through a cracked church door Candles shake as the thunder rolls Murphy laughs with a split lip grin Connor counts the uncounted souls Whiskey burn and a whispered creed "Family first, then the wicked fall" Rope and duct tape, a whispered psalm Rain on stone, echo down the hall [Chorus] We are the saints, we are the sinners Brothers in blood, in borrowed grace Veritas, Aequitas Name by name, we face to face If there's a hell, we'll share the fire If there's a judge, we'll take the stand We are the saints, we are the sinners Guns and gospel in our hands (oh yeah) [Bridge] [Drums drop, low fiddle and tin whistle over a marching floor tom] Down these streets, our penance paid Green flag ghosts in the city shade Mother's prayers in our ringing ears Every shot line breaks the years (So say a prayer) For the wolves that guard (So say a prayer) For the broken law (So say a prayer) For the blood we taste As we carve one more name in the dark [Chorus] We are the saints, we are the sinners Brothers in blood, in borrowed grace Veritas, Aequitas Name by name, we face to face If there's a hell, we'll share the fire If there's a judge, we'll take the stand We are the saints, we are the sinners Last amen in a dying land
Tags
folk, Epic cinematic metal with Irish folk inflections; male vocals over crushing guitars, double-kick drums, and choir swells. Verses start tense and whispered over low strings and tin whistle, then surge into half-time riffs; chorus explodes with gang vocals and bagpipe-like lead guitar. Bridge drops to bodhrán pulse and vocal chant before a triumphant, layered final chorus., metal, irish folk
Duration
4:07
Instrumental
No
Created
4/15/2026