They called upon us, asking for prayers...
But I can’t tell if they’re seeking salvation, or just ready to dance with their inner demons.
On November 8th, we’ll find out together.
Join us and pray we live to see the sun rise again.
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The first song came out of nowhere. Then came another, and another, until they filled your head like a fever sent from heaven. And when the last echo faded, you were already on your knees, praying to a saint that forgot your name long ago.
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The third Sinner Son, The Whisper.
The quietest of my sons, yet the sharpest. He never raises his voice, but you’d better not take him lightly. I’ve heard stories of men who did… and they vanished, erased by his own hands.
His red hair is a scar left by a fire that once raged inside him. The flame never fully died. The holy warned me he will erupt one day, burning us all to ashes.
His guitar doesn’t play notes. It whispers doom, scratches scars into the night and turns music into a fire you can feel in your bones.
The second Sinner Son, Jester.
His soul was already twisted when I met him at a crossroads. “I am no demon, father” he said, “but I sure can bring hell upon anyone.”
You never know which trick he’ll pull next. He walks to the pounding of rolling thunder, a cigar dangling from his lips, a smirk carved by mischief itself.
His drums don’t play beats; they summon storms, wake ghosts, and turn nights into reckoning.
The first of the Sinner Sons, The Grump.
He had the world in his hands once. Now all he holds is the bitter taste of gutter water.
I found him on the edge of the night, one breath away from disappearing.
He became my son in the shadows, a stray dog too tired to bark.
He doesn’t waste words, his frown does the talking.
Wherever he walks, silence follows, like a funeral procession nobody asked for.
His bass doesn’t play music. It drags chains across the floor of your soul.
We could hear it calling. In the distance, rumors of new preaching echoed.
The stage would grant us renewed opportunities to share the holy word of the Reverend and his Sons.
Join us in prayer on the following dates
> 19/09 : Les Fêtes de Wallonies alternatives https://fb.me/e/1NyluFbqTv
> 08/11 : Metal Festival d'Alleur https://fb.me/e/7itKhbKOE
> 17/11 : Le laboratoire Namur
"As I was stumbling through the city, I saw a flickering light.
This place had seen many lost souls, all of them craving a way out.
We pushed the door open. My sons and I would bring them salvation
not the one they begged for... But the one they deserved."
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