The Preacher The Second Congregation

The Preacher — The Second Congregation
(A Grave Universe Productions Ritual Performance)

Beneath the red-stained glass, the faithful gather once more.
The Preacher speaks, his voice trembling through the crypt — a sermon of ash, blood, and revelation.
This is not a hymn of the living.
It is the Second Congregation.

The Choir hums.
The candles burn.
The dust remembers.

Welcome home to the Congregation of the Grave.

Lyrics

[The Preacher — Spoken, close mic]
Children of ash… gather ye close.
Let not the cold of Heaven’s silence find thee wanting.
For the Moon hath turned its face to crimson,
and the Grave now openeth her mouth to sing.

Lo, I have seen the shadow of the Twin Faith,
and in the mirror of the blade I beheld our reflection.
The light was pale — the truth was red —
and the blood spake softly, saying: (CHANT) “Rise.”

[Congregation Echo — whispering unison, layered, repeating]
Rise… rise… O Children of Dust… (let echoes trail)

[The Preacher — Spoken, rising intensity]
We are the Choir Unnamed.
We are the Voice beneath the soil.
When the world turneth away, we remain.
When the Sun denieth warmth, we burn beneath it still.

Lift thine hands to the crimson glow!
For the Grave is not the end — but the gate!
And every death, a psalm!
And every wound, a verse!

[Chant / Call — The Preacher (intoned), Choir swells]
I say unto thee, O Beloved of Decay:
Sanctify thy ruin,
Anoint thy scars,
And offer thy silence unto the Choir of Dust! (CHANT)

[Congregation Response — layered, increasing volume then receding]
We offer! We burn! We rise!

[The Preacher — voice deepens, sermon cadence]
For the Reaper walketh not to slay,
but to teach.
The blade cutteth not for pain,
but for purpose.
And I — thy Preacher —
am but his trembling tongue!

[Bridge — Low Choir hum, whispered congregation]
When the stars bleed, we shall drink their light.
When the sea drowns fire, we shall breathe its ash.
For ours is the faith that death forgot,
and ours the love that Heaven cast away.

[The Preacher — Spoken, authority softening to invitation]
Hear me, O Congregation of the Grave:
There shall come a night when the bells cease.
There shall come a dawn that bleeds without Sun.
And on that hour… our hymn shall become flesh.

[The Preacher — final invocation, chant undertone, choir + congregation whisper]
Now kneel,
and let thy breath join the dust.
For thou art the sermon,
and I… am but the echo.

[All — Unified]
Welcome home… to the Congregation.


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🎬 From the Sacred Archives of Grave Universe Productions
🩸 Canon Characters: The Preacher (The First Believer)
⚰️ Ritual Order: The Congregation — The Twin Faith — The Reaper’s Doctrine

Enter the Grave. Leave the light behind.

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