[Intro] (slow bells, faint choir hum) The walls don’t echo prayers no more… Only chains, and the sound of war. [Verse 1] He knelt for the crown, for the cross, for the name, Served the Lord clean, but they called his shame. The Bishop’s men came with scrolls and steel, Said, “The sinner’s rich, but his faith ain’t real.” Now he prays in the dark where the candles die, Iron halo hangin’ where the stars don’t lie. Gold took grace, and grace took pain, He lost his soul just to keep his name. [Pre-Chorus] He whispers psalms through the rust and rain, Every word’s a wound he can’t explain. [Chorus] Chains of grace, wrapped tight ‘round faith, Mercy locked up in this stone-cold place. He gave his heart, they took his face, Now he wears his hope like chains of grace. [Verse 2] Bishop’s feasts on the lands he owned, Drinks from a cup his father loaned. Choirs sing his false amen, While truth decays in the lion’s den. He dreams of fields he’ll never see, Of children prayin’ on bended knee. He ain’t lost, he’s just misplaced, Buried alive under heaven’s weight. [Pre-Chorus] Heaven’s closed, but the dark still speaks, Faith don’t die, it just grows weak. [Chorus] Chains of grace, wrapped tight ‘round faith, Mercy locked up in this stone-cold place. He gave his heart, they took his face, Now he wears his hope like chains of grace. [Instrumental] [Bridge] (organ swell, strings rise) He still sings for the ones he loves, Voice like dust floatin’ up above. No priest, no jury, no proof, no trial, Just a saint in hell with a holy smile. [Interlude] [Outro] (low cello, fading reverb) And when he dies, they’ll write his name, On a stone paid for by the Bishop’s gain. But heaven knows, and heaven waits, For the man who wore his chains of grace.
