No More Pity

Intro

Smoke rises over ruins where your prayers never reach

A thousand shattered icons lined up beneath your feet

Your heart’s just a stone, iced over by power’s hand

Faith twisted by hunger, you’ve split open the land

Verse 1

You kneel in your fortress, blind eyes on your prize

Reading scripture as ashes fall down from the skies

Claim justice on banners—your altar's a cage

Where the innocent burn for the sins of your rage

Pre-Chorus

You crown yourself martyr, but your soul is hollowed and torn

Drag the world through your storm, then claim you’ve been wronged since you were born

Chorus

You use God as a crutch, call your carnage holy

Hands stained with the silence of 21,000 gone

Raise your glass, drink your wine, praise your broken story

But what you did to them will be done to you anon

Post-Chorus

No more pity, no mercy, no blind sympathy

No more pity, your stinking madness ends with me

Verse 2

Priest slaughters the calf, just as the Lamb once fell

You hide your hate in robes, but reek of sulfur and rot

Chanting your war in the ruins, you’ve locked every cell

No redemption in the shrapnel, no forgiveness in your plot

Pre-Chorus

You call it fate and design, but the lie festers in your veins

Hate the very name you wield, lead yourself into your chains

Chorus

You use God as a crutch, call your carnage holy

Hands stained with the silence of 21,000 gone

Raise your glass, drink your wine, praise your broken story

But what you did to them will be done to you anon

Post-Chorus

No more pity, no mercy, no blind sympathy

No more pity, your stinking madness ends with me

Bridge

Ash on the altar, cries pierced by thunder

You boast of your reason, while innocence drowns

Your cold scriptures crack—no miracles under

The towers you shattered, collapsing down

Verse 3

See your prayers splinter, splashed in crimson stains

Empty words breathing frost through the marrow of night

The mask of devotion—scarred and profane

You’re left to tremble beneath the withering light

Pre-Chorus

No salvation in shadows—just ghosts you deny

Hear their names in the silence, as judgment walks by

Chorus

You use God as a crutch, call your carnage holy

Hands stained with the silence of 21,000 gone

Raise your glass, drink your wine, praise your broken story

But what you did to them will be done to you anon

Post-Chorus

No more pity, no mercy, no blind sympathy

No more pity, your stinking madness ends with

Outro

Shatter the glass, let the silence resound

All the stained hands crawl where the guilty are crowned

Can’t drown the memory—can’t burn away blame

Their futures are ashes carved deep with your name

Chant

No absolution, no shadows to hide

No absolution, the reckoning rides

Refrain

You claimed your path was sacred, forged in righteous fire

Now walk the road you opened, tread the line of barbed wire

No more prayers—your kingdom’s cold and numb

What you did to them, to you will come

Back-and-Forth

(No absolution)

Your empire unwinds

(No absolution)

The blood remembers in time

Coda

Mark their names on walls you thought time would erase

Cloaked in your fables, no shadow can shield your disgrace

Drink deeper the poison—you wrote your own doom

Cold are your temples, empty as a sealed tomb

Chant

(Justice calls)

They rise from the ruin

(Justice calls)

The silence breaking through

Final Verse

You buried compassion, now dig through the ice

The children you silenced still howl in your sleep

Can’t bribe the judgment that cuts through your lies

In the grave that you’d chosen, sow what you reap

Last Refrain

The wind’s grown colder, every promise is gone

Your fortress is falling, dragged into the dawn

No more pity, no prayers on your tongue

What you did to them will be done to you anon

Fade-Out Verse

Cold clang of judgment under ashes and stone

The wailing still lingers, and you face it alone

All the banners you raised, now torn by the wind

Choking on the silence, your legacy thinned

Echoed Chant

(No more pity)

It shivers through marble and bone

(No more pity)

You’ll reap what you’ve sown

Resonance

The children’s names thunder, carved deep on your gate

No passage for tyrants, no hallelujah awaits

The last light flickers, condemned by your creed

The end you delivered, now walks in your need

Final Line

What you did to them—etched in cold—returns to seed