lyrics
[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
音樂風格
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