[Intro – Church bell cracking, pistol cocking]
*Ding…*
*click… clack…*
“Confession’s open.”
[Verse I – Calm, sarcastic]
We read the lines they fear to quote,
With smoke instead of incense float.
No trembling knees, no hollow plea—
We deal in harsh reality.
No choir needed to make them flee,
Just iron hymns and velocity.
A silver cross? Sure, that’s nice—
But lead works faster. Take advice.
[Pre-Chorus]
Blessed the hands that do not shake,
Blessed the shots we never fake.
Forgive our tone, it’s hard to pray—
When hell keeps knocking every day.
[Chorus – Aggressive, fun, brutal]
AMEN—NOW WATCH IT FALL!
No holy light, just guns and call!
We preach in sparks, we sing in flame—
AND HELL REMEMBERS OUR DAMN NAME!
CONFESS YOUR SINS—WE’LL CUT THEM CLEAN!
No purgatory in between!
You want salvation? Stand your ground—
OR MEET IT WHEN THE SHOTS RESOUND!
[Verse II – Demon-hunting swagger]
They hiss, they crawl, they curse, they bite—
We answer back with muzzle light.
No sacred fear, no shaken breath—
We walk them straight to second death.
A rosary wrapped ‘round trigger tight,
A scripture etched on every sight.
If faith is war, then we agree—
We’re just… more efficient clergy.
[Pre-Chorus – Build tension]
No heaven sent us down this road,
We chose the fire, we bear the load…
[Bridge – Iconic line moment]
“Forgive us, Father…”
*click… clack… BOOM.*
“…or don't.”
“We’ve got a better plan.”
[Breakdown – Heavy, rhythmic shots]
One shot—clean.
Two shots—done.
Prayers reload—
Then we run.
[Final Chorus – FULL CHAOS HOLY WAR]
NO SAINTS ABOVE—JUST US BELOW!
WHERE DEMONS RISE, WE STEAL THE SHOW!
NO HALLOWED PATH, NO SAVIOR’S HAND—
WE ARE THE FAITH THAT MAKES A STAND!
NO MERCY LEFT—NO SECOND CHANCE!
REDEMPTION COMES THROUGH GUN AND DANCE!
IF HELL ITSELF COMES CRASHING IN—
WE’LL SEND IT BACK…
…IN BULLETS AND SIN.
[Outro – Calm, reload sound]
click…
“Next confession.”
CataclysmConductor
