[Intro] (organ drone, low choir hum, muffled rain) He stands by the coffin he filled himself… Cross in his hand, blood on the shelf. [Verse 1] Candlelight flicker on a saint’s gold face, Incense thick, can’t hide the taste. He whispers verses from a holy book, But his eyes can’t stand the look. Poured the wine for the soul he took, Now he prays like a thief should cook. Crowd don’t know what the Father’s done, Murder hides best under God’s own sun. [Pre-Chorus] Every bell that rings says my name, Every prayer I speak sounds the same. [Chorus] Ashes & amen, wash the blood again, Holy water can’t cleanse that sin. Heaven’s doors don’t open for men Who bless the dead they buried by hand. [Interlude] [Verse 2] Choir sings sweet while his heart goes cold, Mercy’s heavy when your soul’s been sold. Whispers rise in the chapel air, “Forgive me, Lord, but don’t be fair.” Golden chalice, trembling hand, He killed for faith, not for land. Roses on the grave, cross in the rain, Peace don’t come, just the pain. [Pre-Chorus] Halo bent, still shines the same, Confession’s just another game. [Chorus] Ashes & amen, wash the blood again, Holy water can’t cleanse that sin. Heaven’s doors don’t open for men Who bless the dead they buried by hand. [Instrumental] [Bridge] (soft choir swell, heartbeat-like bass) The candle melts like a soul undone, Each drop burns for the things he’s done. He chants the name, but it echoes back, “Mercy dies where the faith turns black.” [Interlude] [Outro] (organ fade, faint thunder) Amen… Lay him down slow, The Bishop knows.
