Crimson Collar

[Verse 1]
White collar in the mirror
Skin like winter glass
Boot prints in the church dust
Tracking in the past
Long coat drinks the doorway
Moonlight cuts his jaw
Prayer book full of symbols
Ink that moves and crawls
[Chorus]
He is the fang and the father
Bleeding so others stay clean
Sworn to the Lamb and the slaughter
Walking the line in between
He bares his teeth for the helpless (for the helpless)
Tastes all the sin in their screams
The priest that hunts in the midnight
Haunted and holy in the seams
[Verse 2]
Eyes red when the bell rings
Bats wheel over stone
Gargoyles twist their faces
Hear a hunger of their own
He lifts a rusted rosary
Whispers in a dead tongue
Calls every crawling nightmare
By the names it used to run
[Chorus]
He is the fang and the father
Bleeding so others stay clean
Sworn to the Lamb and the slaughter
Walking the line in between
He bares his teeth for the helpless (yeah, for the helpless)
Tastes all the sin in their screams
The priest that hunts in the midnight
Haunted and holy in the seams
[Bridge]
He drinks the dark so children sleep
Lets poison live inside his veins
Each monster taken piece by piece
Carved into his borrowed shame
How long till he becomes their kin?
How long till daylight won’t let him in? (won’t let him in)
He smiles
Pale and thin
And steps back into the wind
[Chorus]
He is the fang and the father
Bleeding so others stay clean
Sworn to the Lamb and the slaughter
Walking the line in between
He bares his teeth for the helpless (for the helpless)
Tastes all the sin in their screams
The priest that hunts in the midnight
Saving a world that fears his dreams

folk, Cinematic dark rock with baritone male vocals; verses creep in on tremolo guitar, distant choirs, and low strings, building from a whisper to a clenched-teeth growl. Choruses slam with distorted guitars, tom-heavy drums and church organ swells, then drop to eerie hush on the bridge. Occasional choral “ahh”s shadow the lead, mix drenched in reverb and shadowy ambience.