[Verse 1] Golden crowns and gentle smiles Their hands anointed with the people’s trust Blessings spill from silver tongues But the roots beneath the altar rot (mmm—ahhh… hoooh…) They tend to wounds that bleed on the surface Polish the walls while the foundation cracks Feed the hungry with crumbs from the banquet While the kings feast unseen in the dark halls [Pre-Chorus] Hear the hymns rise, sweet as honey But they are songs for the deafened soul The incense hides the stench of betrayal And the candles burn for the wrong gods [Chorus] Silence of the saints A choir that will not name the sin A light that blinds instead of guides Silence of the saints Draped in gold but chained in fear Still blessing the hands that tighten the noose (hoooh… mmm-ahhh… bah-daah…) [Verse 2] They speak of peace but not of justice Preach of love but not of truth Every prayer a feather in the mouth of wolves Every sermon a stone in the wall of lies The crowd kneels in awe of their image While the poison drips into the wells Children drink it, thinking it holy Mothers pray over graves dug by policy [Bridge] (bahhh-doooh… mmm…) Where is the courage that burns in the prophets? Where are the voices that split the sky? The world drowns in velvet silence While the shepherds smile and count their sheep [Chorus] Silence of the saints A choir that will not name the sin A light that blinds instead of guides Silence of the saints Draped in gold but chained in fear Still blessing the hands that tighten the noose (hoooh… mmm-ahhh… bah-daah…) [Verse 3 – Intensifying] And when the walls finally crumble They will stand in the ruins Whispering mercy into the ash Pretending they never knew the fire Their names will be carved in marble By the very tyrants they served History will dress them in white And the truth will lie in an unmarked grave [Final Chorus – Full power] Silence of the saints A hymn to the comfort of the throne A blessing for the plague in the streets Silence of the saints The holiest mask for the darkest crown Still blessing the hands that tighten the noose (hoooh… ahhh… mmm… bah-daaah…) [Outro] And when the last bell tolls It will not be for the wicked But for the silent, The beautiful, The saints. (mmm-ahhh… hoooh…)
