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Track 2 — The Black Lantern Guild - “Nothing Burned” I still light the candles every dawn Still ring the bell when hope feels gone The words remember how to sound Even now there’s nothing listening down They kneel on cue, they bow on time Their mouths still move through every line If faith is dead, it didn’t scream It just stopped asking what it means You call it lying I call it care People don’t stand When there’s nothing there Faith isn’t truth It’s balance and spine Take it away They fold every time If heaven is empty Let it stay closed I’ll stand in the doorway And teach them the pose I’ve seen what happens when belief breaks Hands start shaking, order shakes They don’t want answers, don’t want names They want the rhythm to stay the same So I speak slow, I speak kind I leave the harder words behind Tradition holds where truth would tear Better a ritual than despair You want the light I want them whole You call it silence I call it control of the fall Faith isn’t truth It’s something to lean A shape for the fear They don’t want to see If heaven is empty Then don’t look above Kneel to the memory Call it love If I told them There’s nothing there No watching eye No answered prayer Some would rise Some would run Some would burn Just to feel something done And I am not brave enough To choose which ones Bow Stand Speak Repeat Hands together Incomplete Say the words Don’t ask why Order lives If questions die Faith isn’t truth It’s a brace for the weak It doesn’t save But it keeps them asleep If heaven is empty I won’t say a word I’ll keep the room quiet I’ll keep them assured The candles burn They always will Not for gods But for the still And if someday The silence speaks It won’t be me Who taught them how to kneel Or how to leave I just kept the door Where it’s always been.