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[Intro – distant funeral bell, slow funeral drum hv-Vox
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[Intro – distant funeral bell, slow funeral drum heartbeat]
Candle wax bleeds black on stone
No god breathes behind this throne
[Verse 1 – crawling distorted guitar, steady funeral drum]
Latex habits stick to cold wet skin
Sisters count sins with sharpened pins
Rosaries wrapped around broken wrists
Every prayer tastes like blood and mist
[Verse 2 – deeper bass, distant whispered echoes]
Mother Superior twitches in the dark
Something old lives behind her mark
She does not pray, she does not beg
She hums the names that heaven fled
[Chorus – crushing doom riff, layered ghost vocals]
No cross will save you here tonight
Haloes crack, the saints take flight
Sisters smile through broken teeth
Mercy died beneath this steeple
[Verse 3 – slow dragging drums, feedback hum]
They wash the floors with holy tears
They carve new vows on naked ears
No confession leaves these walls
Only silence, only falls
[Pre-Chorus – building drum roll, rising distortion]
The altar breathes, the pews all shake
She opens eyes that do not wake
[Chorus – maximum doom weight, thunderous drums]
No light will pierce this veil of sin
Nuns dance where the angels quit
Every vow was made to break
Hell walked in through the abbey gate
[Bridge – sparse funeral drum only, dead silence between hits]
She does not serve the one above
She feeds on every fear you love
No exorcism, no escape
This convent never was god's place
[Solo – wailing distorted guitar, slow funeral march rhythm]
(Instrumental Solo)
[Final Chorus – slowed half tempo, deepest distortion]
All the prayers have turned to smoke
Sisters laugh as the bell broke
Mother stands with crown of thorn
This is heaven. This is born.
[Outro – fading single funeral drum strike, distant whisper]
The doors lock from the inside
You were always meant to die