In the beginning was the riff, and the riff was with the people, and the riff was freedom. The drums called to the feet, the bass thundered beneath the heart, the guitar spoke truth without words, and the Word was among them, carrying meaning that no silence could contain.

From the echoes of church halls and fire-lit streets, the voice of gospel became the cry of rebellion. And lo, the songs were born—anthems of joy and sorrow, of love and defiance, of despair and transcendence. Every riff, every drumbeat, and every chord was sanctified, but the Word—the lyrics—carried the covenant of meaning, the law of emotion, the scripture of experience.

Every chord struck is a commandment, every lyric a parable, every refrain a sermon. The microphone became a pulpit, the stage a cathedral, and the audience a congregation. Herein lies the testament of the ages: the canon of rhythm and soul, the law of melody, and the Word eternal.

Blessed are the listeners who hear the Word, for they shall find themselves in every note. Blessed are the players who dare to speak the Word, for they shall write the future of devotion in six strings, twelve bars, and every verse of truth.

And so it is written in fire, feedback, and fervor:
Every riff is sacred. Every lyric is the Word. Every chorus a creed. Every solo a sermon.

In the beginning was the riff, and the riff was with the people, and the riff was freedom. The drums called to the feet, the bass thundered beneath the heart, the guitar spoke truth without words, and the Word was among them, carrying meaning that no silence could contain.

From the echoes of church halls and fire-lit streets, the voice of gospel became the cry of rebellion. And lo, the songs were born—anthems of joy and sorrow, of love and defiance, of despair and transcendence. Every riff, every drumbeat, and every chord was sanctified, but the Word—the lyrics—carried the covenant of meaning, the law of emotion, the scripture of experience.

Every chord struck is a commandment, every lyric a parable, every refrain a sermon. The microphone became a pulpit, the stage a cathedral, and the audience a congregation. Herein lies the testament of the ages: the canon of rhythm and soul, the law of melody, and the Word eternal.

Blessed are the listeners who hear the Word, for they shall find themselves in every note. Blessed are the players who dare to speak the Word, for they shall write the future of devotion in six strings, twelve bars, and every verse of truth.

And so it is written in fire, feedback, and fervor:
Every riff is sacred. Every lyric is the Word. Every chorus a creed. Every solo a sermon.