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.