[Intro] [slow bell tolls Distant choir hum] Ash on the stone Dust in my throat Doors of iron Breathing cold
[Verse 1] I wake in the rust of a broken hunger Teeth in the smoke Chewing through the air Black-robed statues staring from the corners Every crooked halo twisted like a snare
Tongues made of chains keep dragging on the floor Echoes of a name I can’t pronounce Walls keep counting every shallow heartbeat Waiting for the moment they announce
[Chorus] Welcome to the rust cathedral Where the saints all grind their teeth Every prayer tastes like diesel Every hymn strips out your speech You can kneel before the engine You can bleed and call it grace Welcome to the rust cathedral Where the steel replaces faith
[Verse 2] Oil in the wine Spilling from the chalice Cold iron incense filling up my lungs Hands on the rail Splinters in the silence Choirs of the damned singing through their tongues
A crown of cables tightening Sparking Pressed to my skull like a brand Like a law Screens in the dark write sermons in static Carving their commandments in my jaw
[Chorus] Welcome to the rust cathedral Where the saints all grind their teeth Every prayer tastes like diesel Every hymn strips out your speech You can kneel before the engine You can bleed and call it grace Welcome to the rust cathedral Where the steel replaces faith
[Bridge] Step By step On the stamping floor (hey!) Every echo writes Your private war
Name By name They erase your skin Only what you’re breaking Counts as sin
[Chorus] Welcome to the rust cathedral Where the saints all grind their teeth Every prayer tastes like diesel Every hymn strips out your speech You can kneel before the engine You can bleed and call it grace Welcome to the rust cathedral Where the steel replaces faith
[Outro] [bell tolls Distant metallic clatter] Last bell ringing Iron choir fades Rust on my hands But I still stay
Musikstyle
metal, Crushing industrial metal at 100 BPM with male vocals; slow tolling bell intro over eerie drones, then monolithic distorted guitars and layered metallic hits. Verses stalk in a half-time stomp with processed whispers tucked under the lead; chorus explodes with gang shouts and wide, grimy power chords. Drums feel like marching machinery, saturated and roomy, with glitchy metallic FX and low choirs thickening the bridge before a final, punishing outro., industrial metal, slow