[Verse I] In the chapel of bones, where the candles rot slow, There’s a hymn in the dark only madmen know. Abel the Heretic, dressed in decay, Prays to the flesh and drinks the day. He carved his faith in the sinner’s skin, Took communion from the blood within. No god above, no soul below — Just Abel laughing in the candle’s glow. [Chorus] Oh he's a Heretic! Heretic! He’s chanting hymns with a butcher’s grin. Heretic! Heretic! He eats the heart to let the sin back in. When the moon turns red, the bells all stick, They toll for Abel… the Heretic! [Verse II] He walked through town with a fevered tongue, Preaching salvation to the old and young. They followed him down to the crypted floor, But none came back through the chapel door. They found the bones in a rusted pew, Names erased, but the story grew. The priest went pale, the sky turned sick — Whispering, “Mercy on the Heretic.” [Chorus] Yeah he's a Heretic! Heretic! He’s carving scripture in the sinner’s grin. Heretic! Heretic! He tastes the flesh to feel it again. When the night grows still and the candles flick, You’ll hear him breathing — the Heretic! [Bridge – Spoken, drenched in reverb & tape hiss] “Blood for the choir, bone for the hymn… The gospel’s written on mortal skin. He never died — he only fed, On faith, and fear, and the newly dead…” [Breakdown – slow, chanting rhythm] Drink the wine, spill the blood, Pray for rot and call it love. In the chapel, dark and thick… Sing the name — the Heretic! [Final Chorus] He's a Heretic! Heretic! He’s rising up when the church bells click. Heretic! Heretic! The feast begins — the clock won’t tick. From bone to bone, from brick to brick, He lives forever… the Heretic! [Outro – Lo‑fi fadeout] (whispered, distant) Amen, amen… flesh to faith… Abel’s still hungry… beyond the gate…
