Blood at Heaven's Door

The church is fully empty now No living soul here remains The dust lingers in the air Refracting light through window panes Faded murals still etch the walls The paint is cracked and peeling Missing tiles and broken pews Where the devout once were kneeling No consecrated bread and wine No eulogies to be read Tears of sorrow no more will fall In remembrance of the dead The steeple now has crumbled And the bells will sound no more But the blood of Saints and Martyrs Will forever stain the floor