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Ash & Ember - Sermon in the Dark

“You don’t need light to be saved. Only her voice. Only the ache.” When Ash preaches, you listen. Half prophecy, half possession, this liturgical descent into desire invites listeners to kneel at the altar of darkness and feel themselves rewritten - breath by breath, bruise by bruise. Written under the influence of a weeks-long pilgrimage across eastern of Sheol’gotha, Ash claims this piece was given to her - not written. She spoke it aloud in sleep, recited the sermon over raw skin and candle wax, and said Lilithren - the Lady in Shadow - sat beside her the entire time, smiling. Obedience is sacred. Submission is scripture. This is her gospel. 💬 Comment below if this song made you shudder. 🩸 Don’t forget to like, subscribe, and share to help the ember spread. 🛒 Ritual Merch + Downloads Coming Soon: https://shop.worldsofmythandink.com/c... Storefront: https://shop.worldsofmythandink.com 💌 Get the Forbidden Poem — Free Sign up for the newsletter & get First of Her Name: https://shop.worldsofmythandink.com/n... 📺 Follow Ash & Ember YouTube →    / @mythandink   TikTok →   / c.a.smith   Instagram →   / myth_inkworldsofc.a.smith   Lyrics: Come into the hush where the breath holds still— where desire wears a rosary of bruises. I do not ask for worship. I unfold it. Unbidden. Unrepentant. The gospel bleeds between your teeth, written in the tongue’s slow tremble. You bring me shame like an offering. I make it into silk. Come kneel in the hush between heartbeats, Where the altar drinks what the tongue confesses. I am the fire behind your closed eyes, The whisper that wounds, the hymn that blesses. Scripture spills from bitten lips Writ not in ink, but the wine of surrender. You came seeking heaven, lamb, But I preach a gospel far more tender. You are holy when you shudder, Sanctified beneath my breath. Every vow a velvet collar, Every cry a sacred death. This is my sermon in the dark Where devotion feeds the flame. You don’t need light to be saved... Only my voice, and the ache. I am not mercy - I am myth made flesh, The dark between stars that teaches you grace. My gods are many. My leash is law. Your soul takes shape in my embrace. The Lady smiles when you tremble Fertility born in shadow’s press. Let the small death take you wholly. You are more in your undoing than your yes. And lo, Lilithren stirred in the marrow, The Lady of Shadow stretched her limbs beneath your skin. Fertile is the body broken open. Worthy is the sinner who begs with grace. The tongue is a chalice. The breath is communion. The leash is liturgy. Say my name, and be remade. You are holy when you shudder, Sanctified beneath my breath. Every vow a velvet collar, Every cry a sacred death. This is my sermon in the dark Where devotion feeds the flame. You don’t need light to be saved Only my voice, and the ache. And lo, the flesh remembered what the soul tried to forget. That the devil wears no horns, only honeyed breath. That the body, once broken, becomes scripture. That to kneel is not defeat, but divine alignment. I said rise, but you begged to fall deeper. I said pray, and you opened like a psalm. The Lady dances in the tremble of your knees. The Heart of Magic thrums beneath the bruises. The Flesh-Render grins where your will was once untouched. You were never just a body. You are scripture now. You are holy when you shudder, When your breath becomes a prayer. You don’t need heaven’s mercy, When the dark already cares. This is my sermon in the dark Where obedience lights the flame. You don’t need saving to be sacred You just need to say my name. Say it. Say it. Ash. Ash. Ash. The Lady waits. The Lady takes. The Lady wakes in you.