[Chorus] The burning cross on the edge of night A blaze of judgment, cold and bright No voice, no wrath, no holy hymn Just fire crowned on the horizon’s rim The burning cross, the end begins A light too pure for mortal sins [Verse 3] They gathered silent, eyes gone wide Mothers wept and children lied The stars blinked out one by one As if they feared what had begun [Chorus] The burning cross on the edge of night A blaze of judgment, cold and bright No voice, no wrath, no holy hymn Just fire crowned on the horizon’s rim The burning cross, the soul laid bare No one spoke. No one dared to stare [Final Chorus – slow and powerful] The burning cross still haunts the sky A beacon where the answers die No angels sang, no demons fled Just silence in the smoke it shed The burning cross — too bright to see And none returned from where it’d be [Outro – instrumental fade with distant choral echoes] Fire on the hill... and nothing left to kill.
