Ash in the Chapel
�
Віталій Мазуркевич
male vocals
metal
Black-Metal
Blistering second-wave black metal: tremolo-picked minor key guitars
blast-beat assaults
and cold bass under raw
rasping male vocals. Verses stay tight and relentless; chorus widens into dark
chant-like phrasing with dissonant chords. Brief mid-song drop into half-time stomping groove before slamming back into full-speed fury. Cavernous
distant reverb on voice for a ritual-in-a-cathedral feel.
Erstellt am Mär 24, 2026
Songtexte
[Verse 1]
Pale dawn
Stained with a buried sermon
Frozen bells
Cracked from the lies they carried
Charred hymns
Drift through the broken rafters
Veins drum
Hard as an iron altar
[Chorus]
Ash in the chapel
Black in my lungs
I tear at the throat of the saint on my tongue
Ash in the chapel
Blacking the sun
I spit out the crown
Let the heretic run (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Silk book
Open on gutted pages
Red wax
Seals over rotting phrases
Blind choir
Mouthing a nameless anger
My laugh
Cuts like a rusted dagger (agh!)
[Chorus]
Ash in the chapel
Black in my lungs
I tear at the throat of the saint on my tongue
Ash in the chapel
Blacking the sun
I spit out the crown
Let the heretic run
[Bridge]
Knees on stone
But my fists rise higher
Cold gold bones
In a nest of wire
Name their god
As the candles drown
I carve mine
In the cracked brick ground (yeah)
[Chorus]
Ash in the chapel
Black in my lungs
I tear at the throat of the saint on my tongue
Ash in the chapel
Blacking the sun
I walk from the fire and I do not run
Pale dawn
Stained with a buried sermon
Frozen bells
Cracked from the lies they carried
Charred hymns
Drift through the broken rafters
Veins drum
Hard as an iron altar
[Chorus]
Ash in the chapel
Black in my lungs
I tear at the throat of the saint on my tongue
Ash in the chapel
Blacking the sun
I spit out the crown
Let the heretic run (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Silk book
Open on gutted pages
Red wax
Seals over rotting phrases
Blind choir
Mouthing a nameless anger
My laugh
Cuts like a rusted dagger (agh!)
[Chorus]
Ash in the chapel
Black in my lungs
I tear at the throat of the saint on my tongue
Ash in the chapel
Blacking the sun
I spit out the crown
Let the heretic run
[Bridge]
Knees on stone
But my fists rise higher
Cold gold bones
In a nest of wire
Name their god
As the candles drown
I carve mine
In the cracked brick ground (yeah)
[Chorus]
Ash in the chapel
Black in my lungs
I tear at the throat of the saint on my tongue
Ash in the chapel
Blacking the sun
I walk from the fire and I do not run