Ember catches denim thread
Hammer rests on anvil dead
Choir voice hums low and deep
Firelink wakes from iron sleep
You walk through ash in welded boots
Your visor reflects dancing roots
The bonfire spits a golden crown
Your shadow kneels on hollow ground
Flame licks the steel you carry home
Each bead a prayer you've never known
The hymnbook burns in calloused palms
You strike the arc you sound the psalms
Bonfire gospel heavy and slow
Blue denim glowing in ember glow
You weld the dark with steady hand
A hymn forged hot in ashen land
Soot stains the cuff of heavy sleeve
You breathe the smoke you don't believe
The shrine holds nothing but the heat
Your torch makes sacred what you meet
Flame licks the steel you carry home
Each bead a prayer you've never known
The hymnbook burns in calloused palms
You strike the arc you sound the psalms
Bonfire gospel heavy and slow
Blue denim glowing in ember glow
You weld the dark with steady hand
A hymn forged hot in ashen land
Sparks write a litany on air
No latin words no written prayer
Just metal fused to broken stone
You build a throne from what you own
The choir boy hears the hammer's ring
A different hymn a heavier thing
No organ swell no stained glass light
Just molten prayer through endless night
Bonfire gospel heavy and slow
Blue denim glowing in ember glow
You weld the dark with steady hand
A hymn forged hot in ashen land
Dawn cracks the kiln of ruined wall
Your mask pushed back you hear the call
No congregation just the smoke
You laugh a little at the joke
Bonfire gospel heavy and slow
Blue denim glowing in ember glow
You weld the dark with steady hand
A hymn forged hot in ashen land
The arc goes cold the bead holds fast
A benediction in the cast
You pack your kit the shrine stays lit
Bonfire gospel you won't quit
