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Mercy Don’t Burn Right 1 by Zack

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Mercy Don’t Burn Right 1 by Zack - Southern Doom / Ritual Groove Metal,male vocals music cover art

Mercy Don’t Burn Right 1

Southern Doom / Ritual Groove Metal,male vocals

0:003:09
Lyrics
Description
🔥 Verse 1
I walked through the fire, and the fire blinked first.
Ain’t no halo in my blood — just scripture made of dirt.
The chapel cried mercy, but mercy don’t burn right,
So I stitched up its mouth and lit it by night.
🩸 Pre-Chorus
Ain’t no saints in the ash I tread,
Just whispers that begged me to leave ‘em dead.
Every scream is a sermon I rewrite.
You pray for dawn —
I preach midnight.
💀 Chorus
Mercy don’t burn right, it just feeds the flame.
Hope’s a wound that forgets its name.
I ain’t a monster. I’m the part that stayed.
When Hell let go, I made it afraid.
🔥 Verse 2
I got bones in my belt and a prayer in reverse.
Every kindness I see just makes me worse.
You say you’re clean?
Let’s see you bleed.
My saw don’t lie — it reads what you mean.
🩸 Pre-Chorus
I see the guilt that your priest don’t catch,
Hear your sins whisper under that cross-hatch.
A holy man weeps where the murderer hides —
But I bring truth
With both hands tied.
💀 Chorus
Mercy don’t burn right, it just feeds the flame.
Hope’s a wound that forgets its name.
I ain’t the nightmare — I’m what’s still awake.
When you beg for help, I just watch you break.
🪓 Breakdown / Bridge (spoken-growled)
> “You left them.
You let them scream.
You sang the hymn —
but you skipped the screams.
Now I’m here.
Not to kill…
To remember.
You.”
(Heavy drop riff / chainsaw sample / echoing reversed screams fade in)
🔥 Final Chorus (Scream-Layered)
Mercy don’t burn right, it stinks like rot.
Truth ain’t holy — it just don’t get caught.
I ain’t gone. I’m what’s left behind.
The butcher came back. And he brought the bind.
Outro
(Chainsaw fades. Ashwind howls. Reversed voices whisper: “I forgive you…” — until William growls back:)
“I don’t.”