[Intro — dark choir, low strings] Seven gates Seven names Seven faces of collapse Seven locks Seven chains Nothing sacred ever lasts
[Verse 1] I learned the seven as a lesson Carved above the morning prayers Sins that cost the old world everything Long before the current war No face assigned, no consequence Just warning from an era done Seven shapes of what could not survive Nothing more
[Pre-Chorus] But I’ve seen the burn marks Held the ones they left behind What they called moral failing Has a face — and walks in lines
[Chorus]
Pride — sits where kings once sat
Wrath — burns before it thinks
Envy — takes what isn’t hers
Greed — takes until nothing speaks
Lust — opens what you sealed
Sloth — ties the hands that tried
Gluttony — won’t leave the field
Seven.
(Not a parable.)
Seven.
(Soldiers.)
[Verse 2] The ones who came back from the eastern lines Brought cold they couldn’t give a name to Something moving through the orders Where no human voice had spoken I read each fragment until morning Every wound aligned to something The church did not protect the world from them It kept the world prepared for them
[Pre-Chorus 2] I had been their Shield Carried what they named the cause Guarded something never shown Called it faith Called it duty (No.) Called it blindness
[Chorus 2]
Pride — sits where kings once sat
Wrath — burns before it thinks
Envy — takes what isn’t hers
Greed — takes until nothing speaks
Lust — opens what you sealed
Sloth — ties the hands that tried
Gluttony — won’t leave the field
Seven.
(I was useful)
Seven.
(Not anymore.)
[Bridge — stripped] A document Not written by a priest or soldier Written by someone who survived Long enough to map the walls The locks The names
I won’t speak who wrote it But they knew the Seven well Knew the pattern Knew the weakness Knew what light would do
(She reads.) (She understands.)
[Final Chorus]
Pride — sits where kings once sat
Wrath — burns before it thinks
Envy — takes what isn’t hers
Greed — takes until nothing speaks
Lust — opens what you sealed
Sloth — ties the hands that tried
Gluttony — won’t leave the field
Seven.
(Coming for each.)
Seven.
(One at a time.)
[Melodic guitars, soft piano, keys, harp]
[Outro — The Nun] The door had not moved. The candles had not moved. And yet she was there.
She says we were not the first — says this is not new. There were those who knew and were silenced, Those who are hidden who follow the light true. They remain where the world does not go to look. They do not speak. You will know them by their light.
I ask for a name.
Not yet, she says. Not yet.
The room was mine again. The pages. My hands. The word she left in the silence.
The Lighted.