“In silence we knelt… But thunder’s our vow. No more hush. We strike now.” We walked in grace, in shadow cloaked, Rosary beads and souls bespoke. But incense choked on flames we fed, We prayed with fists, not bowed heads. Call: Lace and leather! Choir and chain! Call: Truth ain't quiet, It howls through pain. A bang! not a wimple, hear us scream! Holy fire in the sacred machine. Steel halos and boots that gleam, We break through heaven’s old regime. Blessed by bruises, cloister born, We kissed the cross, now wield the thorn. No silent sisters in the storm, We preach with amps, unholy warm. “This is our litany of defiance. No penitence. Only resonance.” A bang! not a wimple, let them know! Grace in distortion, gospel in blow. Saints of fury, rebel choir, We set the altar... on fire. “Amen… and amplify…”
