Throne of Ashen Choirs

Black banners on the morning

Smoke scars the silver sky

Your name burned in the chapels

Your crown a crooked lie

I carve you from the icons

Scratch halos into dust

My hands still smell of incense

My lungs of rust

I set your throne on ashen choirs

Hear them sing your fall

My fire

All your saints in shattered frames

Calling out your broken name

From the ruins of your empire

I rise

I rise through ashen choirs

You preached in gilded armor

Gold flaked with borrowed grace

I learned your sacred language

Then spat it in your face

Now every bell is war-drums

Each hymn a battle-cry

Your book becomes my banner

Your altar

Where you die

I set your throne on ashen choirs

Hear them sing your fall

My fire

All your saints in shattered frames

Calling out your broken name

From the ruins of your empire

I rise

I rise through ashen choirs

Kneel to the silence

Where your sermons used to crawl

Look how your secrets

Bleed on the marble wall

I light the candles

For every voice you chained

They stand behind me

Unafraid

Unnamed (hey!)

I set your throne on ashen choirs

Hear them sing your fall

My fire

All your saints in shattered frames

Calling out your broken name

From the ruins of your empire

I rise

I rise through ashen choirs

I rise

I rise through ashen choirs