G.O.D(Gospel of Death)#Rock (Cover)
Live concert, audience sound, psychedelic rock, hard core, minor, 148BPM, powerful and husky female soprano vocal with a raw, cracked, smoky tone from tobacco and alcohol, bursting with wounded emotion, live shout chorus, twin electric guitars with heavy distortion and long feedback sustain, growling electric bass driving beneath, vintage electric organ with swirling Leslie effect creating eerie atmospheres, aggressive live drums with thunderous tom rolls. The performance unfolds like a chaotic sermon—guitar feedback howling like sirens, bass vibrating like a collapsing cathedral, vocals shifting between whispering confessions and explosive screams. The audience roars in smoke and light as the singer cries out against false gods, every chord dripping with fury, despair, and revelation—faith burning, truth bleeding, the stage becomes a crucifix of sound.
G.O.D(Gospel of Death)#Rock (Cover)
Live concert, audience sound, psychedelic rock, hard core, minor, 148BPM, powerful and husky female soprano vocal with a raw, cracked, smoky tone from tobacco and alcohol, bursting with wounded emotion, live shout chorus, twin electric guitars with heavy distortion and long feedback sustain, growling electric bass driving beneath, vintage electric organ with swirling Leslie effect creating eerie atmospheres, aggressive live drums with thunderous tom rolls. The performance unfolds like a chaotic sermon—guitar feedback howling like sirens, bass vibrating like a collapsing cathedral, vocals shifting between whispering confessions and explosive screams. The audience roars in smoke and light as the singer cries out against false gods, every chord dripping with fury, despair, and revelation—faith burning, truth bleeding, the stage becomes a crucifix of sound.
Lyrics
Intro
spoken
“Hush, my children, pray for the truth.
But the truth is what I sold you.“
Verse 1
Staining their white robes with blood,
Someone dies every time they preach "love."
Black flags tear the sky,
Underneath them, the crowds pray—to a false savior.
Pre-Chorus 1
The god of television opens his mouth.
"Don't trust your enemy," he laughs.
He makes you call the person next to you "the devil."
The chains clang with the applause.
Chorus 1
Inject the drug of faith.
Sleep on the prayer of the news.
Those who bleed in the name of God.
That is the hell called "justice."
Interlude
spoken
“We are the blessed, we are the blind,
We kneel before the virus of the mind.
Lie to me, father, bless the sin,
Let the holy war begin“
Verse 2
The Bible is an arsenal, words are bullets.
"Truth" is crafted in the editing room.
A people drowning in social networks
sinks in search of "believers."
Pre-Chorus 2
Boys laugh as they shoot on the battlefield,
and girls pray as they assemble their guns.
And they say, "God willed it."
We are the ones who created that god.
Bridge
Amen... Algorithm... Amen...
Upload your soul, delete your pain...
Feed me your fear, I'll make it divine.
Your hatred is holy, your blood is mine.
Chorus 2
Dance in the theater of faith.
Be intoxicated by the illusion of salvation.
Have you ever seen the moment when the palm of your hand counting your sins
grabs a gun?
Interlude
Verse 3
Rumors are prayers, prayers are curses.
Even white doves are covered in gunpowder.
Behind the radio station broadcasting songs of peace,
an advertisement for the next war is airing.
Pre-Chorus 3
A businessman smiles in the shadow of the cross.
His tears are the ink on a contract.
If you say "for God," no one will doubt you.
That's why this world will never be saved.
Chorus 3
Chained by the chains of faith,
Trapped in the cage of freedom,
A voice calling itself God commands us.
"Kill and pray."
Outro
We are the blessed, we are the blind,
We sell the hate in the name of kind.
Lie to me, mother, kiss the gun,
This holy circus has just begun.
Fake prophets preaching profit.
Fake news breeding conflict.
Blood baptized in gasoline.
Welcome to the Machine.
We are the blessed, we are the blind,
The kingdom burns, but we call it divine.
Lie to me, Jesus, paint it red,
The gospel ends when the last man’s dead
Hush, my children...
Pray for peace.
And die for it
Finale