This chapel was built on solemn lies… and blood that begged to speak. Whispers rise as the air turns cold, Chapel walls breathe stories untold. Spirits hum where secrets weep, Sacred words that failed to keep. Sin’s shadow echoes in the stained glass light, Voices rising from the wronged at night. Pews alive with ghostly cries, In their hymns… the guilty dies. Candles flicker, the shadows prance, Eternal rage locked in a trance. Every confession stokes the fire, Doomed to burn in the chapel’s pyre. The organ screams, the rafters quake, Heaven cracks and angels break. Hell applauds, the choir moans Revenge carved deep in sacred stone. Sin’s shadow echoes in the stained glass light, Voices rising from the wronged at night. Pews alive with ghostly cries, In their hymns… the guilty dies. A bloodstained floor tells tales in red, Echoes scream of the wrongly dead. No priest, no peace, no cure remains, Only thorns of shattered panes. Confessss… or join the choir.
