The Preacher’s Gun

A Southern Doomcore Origin Hymn

[Intro]

Sin will find you out…

[Verse 1]

Dust on the altar, truth in the grave,
Preacher walks tall, but his soul ain’t saved.
Fire in his breath, gun in his coat,
Preachin’ redemption from a bloodstained note.

[Chorus]

You called it justice, but we saw wrath,
You paved salvation with a vengeful path.
No crown of thorns, no kingdom come—
Only fire… and the preacher’s gun.

[Verse 2]

Baptized sinners don’t speak his name,
Saints all vanished when the hammer came.
No psalms, no peace, just smoke and dust—
He traded God for a gun and rust.

[Bridge]

“You don’t need heaven… when you’ve got hell in your hands.”

[Breakdown]

Burn the book, forget the verse,
He wrote his gospel in the dirt.
One by one, they fell like rain—
Forgiveness drowned in lead and flame.

[Final Chorus]

This town don’t sleep, it just forgets,
What the preacher did, what the bullets meant.
No heaven left, no mercy spun—
Only fire—only fire—and the preacher’s gun.

[Outro]

“Deliver us… not from evil… but into it…”