Lyric

Beneath the altar, silence screams

A hollow god, no face, no dreams

We knelt in fear, for nothing bled

We prayed — to stones that long were dead

Raise the altar, let it fall

There is no god, there is no call

Faith is fiction, carved in shame

We are the voice that speaks the flame

Symbols cracked in sacred dust

Words undone by holy rust

Tear the veil, rip the sky

Let all worship rot and die

Raise the altar, let it fall

There is no god, there is no call

Faith is fiction, carved in shame

We are the voice that speaks the flame

Sanctum — fractum

Credo — nullum

Gloria — mortis

Veritas — ignis

Fall the altar, burn the throne

We walk the world, but not alone

Ash becomes the only name

And from that ash — we speak the flame