Shadows of the Sacred Gun

In the halls of holy might
Where faith and fear collide
A weapon of the darkest night
Lies in wait, its presence snide

Shadows of the sacred gun
Echoing through the nave
No place to hide, nowhere to run
In this unholy cave

Stained glass windows, once so bright
Now shattered, cold, and still
The iron doors, a haunting sight
A threshold to the kill

The brick walls whisper ancient tales
Of blood and sacrifice
The cannon's aim, it never fails
To claim its fearsome price

In this temple, twisted, grim
Where darkness reigns supreme
No prayer or plea can save the dim
From the cannon's raging scream

Shadows of the sacred gun
Forever haunt this place
A reminder of what's to come
When evil shows its face