[Intro] [Verse 1] Chalice high, in shadowed halls, brew the gospel in foaming calls. Yeast and stone, the sacred rite, monks at dawn, they guard the night. Hammered oak and copper shine, holy water turned to ale divine. Grains of gold from fields they reap, turn the silence of prayer to a drunken sleep. Incense mixed with malt and smoke, bells of vespers, barrels soaked. Every drop is a hymn, every sip a creed, they baptize the thirsty with barley seed. [Hook] Raise the chalice, taste the crown, liquid scripture, pour it down. Ale of salvation, brewed in stone, drink to the abbey, the grain, the throne! [Verse 2] Morning light through stained-glass eyes, fermentation where the spirit lies. Sweat of the brow, the vow of grain, blood of the harvest runs through the vein. Psalms erupt in a drunken roar, iron mugs crash on the cloister floor. No sword, no shield, just casks to wield, the abbey’s fortress, the beer their field. [Hook] Raise the chalice, taste the crown, liquid scripture, pour it down. Ale of salvation, brewed in stone, drink to the abbey, the grain, the throne! [Bridge] Drums of thunder, choir of night, fermenting storms in candlelight. From cellar dark to heaven’s gate, the sacred brew decides your fate. [Verse 3] Brothers chant as the barrels roll, liquid sermons for weary souls. Every pint is a blade, every keg a shield, every prayer is poured — their faith revealed. [Final Hook] Raise the chalice, taste the crown, liquid scripture, pour it down. Ale of salvation, brewed in stone, drink to the abbey, the grain, the throne! [Outro] In every glass, their gospel sings, the monk, the brew, the kingdom’s kings. © 2025 - skvadMC
