We marched in silence once, but silence lied. Now every vow we made is amplified. We light the fuse with consecrated rage, A choir militant upon the stage. No whispered prayers, no quiet choir, We sanctify the sound with fire. This is the Sacred Riot, Holy thunder, boots that beat. A gospel forged in feedback, A crusade in every beat. Raise your hands, ignite the sky, We’re Bad Habit, justified. No peace, no hush, no pious diet, Welcome to the Sacred Riot. We bear the scars of every righteous fight, Rosaries swinging in the neon light. We’re zealots armed with riffs and truth, A covenant carved in distorted proof. No cloister walls can cage this choir, We break the dark with blessed fire. This is the Sacred Riot, Holy thunder, boots that beat. A gospel forged in feedback, A crusade in every beat. Raise your hands, ignite the sky, We’re Bad Habit, justified. No peace, no hush, no pious diet, Welcome to the Sacred Riot. Kneel if you must, but rise in flame. We shout the truth they dare not name. Our creed is loud, our faith defiant, Sisters sworn and battle-pliant. “Can I get a,” “RIOT!” “Can I get a,” “RIOT!” “Blessed be the noise we spark,” “RIOT IN THE HOLY DARK!” This is the Sacred Riot, A storm of saints who won’t repent. A liturgy of leather, A crusade in every vent. Raise your fists, let heaven try it, We’re Bad Habit, And this is the Sacred Riot.
