Verse I I sailed the gospel sea alone, A rusted cross lashed to my mast. Your voice — a hymn in haunted tones, A siren’s psalm from ages past. The moon wore sackcloth, stars went blind, You lit the lanterns of my mind. Chorus I am burning in your shadow, Ashes fall like sacred snow. You are the flame behind the veil, I am the ghost that won’t let go. Verse II You danced in graveyards dressed in light, A bride of dusk, a saint of sin. I carved your name in pumpkin skin, And prayed beneath the howling wind. The tide baptized me in despair, Your halo scorched the midnight air. Bridge I Black sails stitched with scripture torn, I drift where angels fear to mourn. Your love — a relic wrapped in thorn, A relic I was sworn to scorn. Yet still I kneel, a penitent crow, Feeding fire where shadows grow. Verse III You wore the rosary of bones, A crown of salt, a veil of flame. I kissed the relic of your name, And bled beneath your sacred stones. The chapel cracked, the altar cried, Still I stayed, unsanctified. Verse IV The lighthouse burned a crimson eye, Its beam a curse across the foam. You called me from the catacomb, A prayer too dark for saints to try. I drank your storm, I wore your brand, A martyr lost to your command. Bridge II The censer swings, the shadows bend, You are the wound that will not mend. I walk the plank of love condemned, A soul too scorched to rise again. Yet still I chant your sacred woe, Still burning in your shadow’s glow. Chorus (repeat) I am burning in your shadow, Ashes fall like sacred snow. You are the flame behind the veil, I am the ghost that won’t let go. Outro So let the church bells toll for me, A mariner lost to prophecy. Your shadow is my holy pyre, I burn, I burn — and rise no higher.
