The candles burned down to their bone While shadows danced around the throne We carved our names in chapel stone And made the darkness feel like home Ancient hymns in empty halls Echo where the faithful crawled Now we answer different calls From voices that will never fall Black painted choir, sing me down Dress me in fire, drape me in sound Darkest hour, lost and found Midnight power, all around We won't hide, stand our ground We never died, we just went underground The bells still ring for no one there Empty pews and whispered prayer We gather where the light won't dare To find us in our sacred lair Stained glass windows tell our tale Of those who lived beyond the veil The congregation never failed Though holy ground has grown so pale Black painted choir, sing me down Dress me in fire, drape me in sound Darkest hour, lost and found Midnight power, all around We won't hide, stand our ground We never died, we just went underground Like broken glass, we collect our tears While we wear shadow like souvenirs We say our names in smoke and glass And nail it to the crooked mass The ritual continues still We bend the darkness to our will Each midnight brings us closer still To truths that daylight cannot kill Black painted choir, sing me down Dress me in fire, drape me in sound Darkest hour, lost and found Midnight power, all around We won't hide, stand our ground We never died, we just went underground
