Buddah Bless - HIM (Poster 2 Remix)

I kept the original sound intact, adding only lyrics to preserve its true essence

Chorus

when the crowns on the line, measure up or fade,
flames in the pit, every king gets weighed.
knives behind thier back, mob don’t pray, they feast,
This is savior season — welcome to the beast.

Verse 1

Feet on the altar, I was born for the flame,
Ink on the scroll, they inscribe my name.
The field is a furnace, the crowd is a creed,
They promise you glory, then demand that you bleed.

Ten crowns broken, buried in dust,
Eight horns blowing, trial or trust.
Thirteen shadows, whisper and cheer,
They anoint you with oil, then devour next year.

Chorus

when the crowns on the line, measure up or fade,
flames in the pit, every king gets weighed.
knives behind thier back, mob don’t pray, they feast,
This is savior season — welcome to the beast.

Verse 2

Pressure make a diamond, but it cut through skin,
Every saint was a sinner, every loss is a win.
Pass the chalice, balance the malice, silence the doubt,
They want the symbol, not the man, when the lights go out.

Ten on the jersey, ghosts on my name,
Eight in the cycle, fire in the game.
Thirteen Judas’, selling me cheap,
I’m the shepherd and the slaughter, both buried deep.

Chorus

when the crowns on the line, measure up or fade,
flames in the pit, every king gets weighed.
knives behind thier back, mob don’t pray, they feast,
This is savior season — welcome to the beast.

*(BGV chant: “ten-eight-thirteen… ten-eight-thirteen…”)

Post-Chorus

Ten before me, thieves in the fold,
Eight in the furnace, stories retold.
Thirteen betrayals, faceless and fast,
The savior they summon, never meant to last.

Verse 3

Look —
They don’t want my doubts, they want the show,
They don’t want my scars, they want the glow.
Every step is scripture, every throw a psalm,
But the mob writes the ending with a holy bomb.

Ten, I inherit, Eight, I bleed,
Thirteen, I’m deserted, left to seed.
You see a savior, I see a cage,
You see a symbol, I see my rage.

Outro

(ten-eight-thirteen)
Crowns and knives, the weight unseen.
(ten, TEN, TEN)
Glory fades, but the myth still bleeds.
(EIGHT, EIGHT, EIGHT)
Savior born, devoured the same.
(Thirteen, Thirteen, thirteen)
Write the law, erase the name.

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Chorus when the crowns on the line, measure up or fade, flames in the pit, every king gets weighed. knives behind thier back, mob don’t pray, they feast, This is savior season — welcome to the beast. Verse 1 Feet on the altar, I was born for the flame, Ink on the scroll, they inscribe my name. The field is a furnace, the crowd is a creed, They promise you glory, then demand that you bleed. Ten crowns broken, buried in dust, Eight horns blowing, trial or trust. Thirteen shadows, whisper and cheer, They anoint you with oil, then devour next year. Chorus when the crowns on the line, measure up or fade, flames in the pit, every king gets weighed. knives behind thier back, mob don’t pray, they feast, This is savior season — welcome to the beast. Verse 2 Pressure make a diamond, but it cut through skin, Every saint was a sinner, every loss is a win. Pass the chalice, balance the malice, silence the doubt, They want the symbol, not the man, when the lights go out. Ten on the jersey, ghosts on my name, Eight in the cycle, fire in the game. Thirteen Judas’, selling me cheap, I’m the shepherd and the slaughter, both buried deep. Chorus when the crowns on the line, measure up or fade, flames in the pit, every king gets weighed. knives behind thier back, mob don’t pray, they feast, This is savior season — welcome to the beast. *(BGV chant: “ten-eight-thirteen… ten-eight-thirteen…”) Post-Chorus Ten before me, thieves in the fold, Eight in the furnace, stories retold. Thirteen betrayals, faceless and fast, The savior they summon, never meant to last. Verse 3 Look — They don’t want my doubts, they want the show, They don’t want my scars, they want the glow. Every step is scripture, every throw a psalm, But the mob writes the ending with a holy bomb. Ten, I inherit, Eight, I bleed, Thirteen, I’m deserted, left to seed. You see a savior, I see a cage, You see a symbol, I see my rage. Outro (ten-eight-thirteen) Crowns and knives, the weight unseen. (ten, TEN, TEN) Glory fades, but the myth still bleeds. (EIGHT, EIGHT, EIGHT) Savior born, devoured the same. (Thirteen, Thirteen, thirteen) Write the law, erase the name.

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