[Verse 1] At the altar of the crimson dawn, the bells begin to sound, Six rings through St. Peter’s halls, while shadows circle round. The clergy gather, whispering prayers — their faith a trembling flame, They speak of holy purpose, but they dare not speak His name. The candles flicker — wax and fear — the air is thick with dread, For prophecy demands the price: the living and the dead. [Pre-Chorus] On the sixth day, of the sixth month, At six by the dawn’s red flame, They brought forth the child of the shadows, And the world would never be the same. The cross turned black, the sun stood still, The holy walls decayed, And the Church that dreamed of power Watched heaven fall away. [Chorus] The bells still echo through the smoke, The faithless kneel, the faithful choke. A prayer turns to a curse in flame, And none will speak His holy name. The newborn laughs — the world bows low, And light itself forgets to glow. [Verse 2] They seek deliverance through summoning the night, To forge the Son of Darkness in the image of the Light. “The people must remember who the shepherds truly are,” They say, and light the circle beneath the morning star. The incense burns, the choir moans — a serpent made of sound, And from the womb of fire — the Antichrist is found. [Verse 3] “And on that dawn, the heavens tore, And blood was seen upon the door. The angels turned their faces pale, For what was born would not be frail. The trumpets cried, the light withdrew, And all of Eden burned anew.” [Pre-Chorus] On the sixth day, of the sixth month, At six by the dawn’s red flame, They brought forth the child of the shadows, And the world would never be the same. The cross turned black, the sun stood still, The holy walls decayed, And the Church that dreamed of power Watched heaven fall away. [Chorus] The bells still echo through the smoke, The faithless kneel, the faithful choke. A prayer turns to a curse in flame, And none will speak His holy name. The newborn laughs — the world bows low, And light itself forgets to glow. [Bridge] At dawn, the bells rang six times, and the ground began to quake, The cradle burned like judgment, the holy walls did break. Six nuns rose up in silent grace, their eyes as white as frost, They turned their faith upon its head — and every soul was lost. They circled him, inverted, in a halo made of flame, Their screams became the gospel of the one who bears no name. [Chorus] The bells still echo through the smoke, The faithless kneel, the faithful choke. A prayer turns to a curse in flame, And none will speak His holy name. The newborn laughs — the world bows low, And light itself forgets to glow. [Outro] "There was no seventh day. No rest, no dawn, no prayer. Only silence — and the child, smiling from the dark."
