

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [low male choir chanting under breath] Pillars in my periphery Candles bleed, wax on rosaries Shadow on a stained glass face I carved hunger in this holy place [Verse 1] Step in, soles kiss stone Every echo say I'm not alone Gold teeth flash in the incense haze I got faith in the funds I raise Cross on my chest, still I cut these deals Pray on the weak while I pull these bills Bishop in black with a serpent grin He say, "Son, every saint got a secret sin" [Chorus] Welcome to the cathedral of my sins (my sins) Every whispered little prayer got a twin (amen) One for the mercy, one for the win Choir sing cold while the walls close in Hands in the air like a holy hymn But we bless that bag, not Jerusalem Stone by stone, I built this within Bow your head in the cathedral of my sins [Verse 2] Latin on the tongue, I don't know the words Still I nod like I follow every verse Coins in the tray, that collection deep But the poor outside still don't eat Rings on the fingers that flip that tithe Halo crooked, but the fit still fly If grace got a price, then the price been paid Got blood on the books and the books all straight [Chorus] Welcome to the cathedral of my sins (my sins) Every whispered little prayer got a twin (amen) One for the mercy, one for the win Choir sing cold while the walls close in Hands in the air like a holy hymn But we bless that bag, not Jerusalem Stone by stone, I built this within Bow your head in the cathedral of my sins
Tags
rap, Cathedral-dark trap, male vocals: stacked Latin-tinged male choir pads under huge sub-heavy 808s and razor hats. Verses stripped to murmuring chants, choral stabs, and far-off bells; vocal sits cold and close. Chorus erupts with full choir hooks, wider stereo image, and a punishing kick pattern, then drops back into echoey, torch-lit minimalism., male vocals, choral, latin
2:44
No
1/17/2026