Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Ash on the altar Pages burn and twist You draw a crooked halo On your wrist with a slit fist Tongues made of cinders Teeth stained black with lies You kiss the bleeding icon Dare the heavens to reply (come on) [Chorus] Wicked heretics Pray in reverse Pray in reverse Spit your poison scriptures Turn every blessing into a curse Wicked heretics Crown me in thorns of rust If we were born condemned Then watch me rise from the dust (from the dust) [Verse 2] You sell your plastic heaven In little vials of fear Promise a perfect silence If we just disappear I wear your mark like warpaint Carved in my broken skin If exile is your verdict Then let the outcasts begin (hey) [Chorus] Wicked heretics Pray in reverse Pray in reverse Spit your poison scriptures Turn every blessing into a curse Wicked heretics Crown me in thorns of rust If we were born condemned Then watch me rise from the dust (rise from the dust) [Bridge] I am the hymn you tried to drown The black-robed doubt you cast out of town Your sacred stone will split and scream When all your saints join our unholy dream (unholy dream) [Chorus] Wicked heretics Pray in reverse Pray in reverse Spit your poison scriptures Turn every blessing into a curse Wicked heretics Crown me in thorns of rust If we were born condemned Then watch me rise from the dust (from the dust)
Tags
metal, Hybrid deathcore / goth metal with crushing downtuned guitars, blast beats, and guttural male backing under fierce female vocals; verses stay tight and jagged with chugging riffs and dissonant synth pads, chorus widens into an eerie, chant-like hook with choir layers and tom-heavy drums, bridge dives into a breakdown with squealing leads and distant church bell textures before a final, abrupt cutoff, death metal
Duration
3:26
Instrumental
No
Created
2/4/2026