“Castlevania: Netflix” The Choir of Meat (a Song of Blue Fangs)

[Verse 1]
Whispering giggles and velvet delight
Candles are dancing, the altar is red
Oh, little bishop, how tasty you might—
Dripping with sermons you never have said

[Chorus Infernalis]
(Sanguinem da nobis, Domine—
Gustus peccati est dulce!
Sanctus? Non est! Carnem amat!
Adoremus te... devorando!)

[Verse 2]
Sin is a fabric you wear like a crown
Threaded with silence and stitched with deceit
You built your church while the Devil looked down
Clapping for hymns in the rhythm of meat

[Chorus Infernalis]
(Sanctimonia ficta est—
Ignis verus, lingua serpens!
Benedictus qui venit in nocte
Nomine Draculis!)_

[Chorus]
Kyrie, Kyrie, sing me your sins
Offer your throat like a gift to the flame
All of your prayers are dressed up in skins—
None of them holy, but all taste the same

[Chorus Infernalis]
Kyrie... mors est
Kyrie... lux falsa
Christe... non audit
Solus daemon rex gloriae!)

[Verse 3]
I am no dragon, I’m far more refined
Crafted from teeth and aristocrat bone
You are a morsel too dumb to have mind
Begging for mercy you’d never have shown

[Verse 4]
Drenched in your incense and gold-plated lies
You kissed the boots of a wrath that you woke
Now, in the dark where your god never flies
You’ll be the sermon, the altar, the joke

[Chorus Infernalis]
(Ecce sacerdos... stultus!
Sanctuarium fit macellum!
Alleluia... sanguinem!
Gloria in intestinis!)

[Chorus]
Gloria, Gloria, bleed for your creed
Let every scream be a hymn to your God
Faith is a flower that grows from your need—
Blooming in soil that’s hungry and odd

[Chorus Infernalis]
(Gloria per lacerationem
Fides per morsum crescit!
In nomine tenebrarum
Amen... et manducemus!)

[Bridge]
Do you feel chosen?
Do you feel blessed?
Or just a morsel
Stilled in my chest?

[Verse]
We are the choir that sings without throat
Built from the bones of believers who fell
Wear your own ribs like a bishop’s red coat
And lead us now in the chorus of Hell

[Chorus Infernalis]
(Cantate mortui!
Cantate carnes!
Quia Deus tacet
Draco loquitur!)

[Chorus]
Sanctus, Sanctus, night never ends—
Only your screams mark the end of the psalm
Come, little priest, let us dine as old friends—
I’ll be the storm and your blood is the calm

[Chorus Infernalis]
(Sanctus... falsus est
Sanctus... fit prandium
Adoremus... mandibulae!
Finis orationis… nunc incipit cœna!)

[Outro. Spoken Whisper]
You prayed for salvation
I answered
Now sing