[Verse 1] You were generals once. I remember. Mud on your boots, blood on your hands. You gave the orders because someone had to. We followed because war understands. But the battlefield emptied around you, and still you demanded command. You traded the sword for a scepter and called it the will of the land. [Pre-Chorus] I knew you before the gold, before the temples and the lies. You can teach a frightened people how to kneel. You cannot make yourselves divine. [Chorus] No gods! No masters! No sacred blood, no chosen throne! You built your heaven out of shackles. We will tear it down to stone. No gods! No masters! No brand can tell us who we are! If freedom makes me your betrayer, then remember Fen’Harel! [Verse 2] You write your names across their faces, then tell them they were born to serve. You make obedience a virtue and call resistance undeserved. You say the marks are signs of honor. You say the chains are holy vows. Strange how gods require so much labor from the mortals at their feet. [Pre-Chorus] Take every prayer you bought with fear. Take every title you designed. A thousand mouths repeating “god” cannot make the claim divine. [Chorus] No gods! No masters! No sacred blood, no chosen throne! You built your heaven out of shackles. We will tear it down to stone. No gods! No masters! No brand can tell us who we are! If freedom makes me your betrayer, then remember Fen’Harel! [Verse 3] Come to me with burned-off markings. Come with nothing but your name. You owe no worship for your freedom. You owe no gratitude or shame. I will not promise you salvation. I will not ask you to believe. I will show you where the walls are weakest. What comes after, you must choose. [Breakdown] They call me liar. Good. They call me traitor. Good. They call me rebel, wolf, deceiver, as if a name could make me theirs. Let them name me from their palaces. Let them curse me from their thrones. [spoken] They still have thrones. [shouted] LET’S FIX THAT. [Chorus] NO GODS! NO MASTERS! NO SACRED BLOOD, NO CHOSEN THRONE! YOU BUILT YOUR HEAVEN OUT OF SHACKLES! WE WILL TEAR IT DOWN TO STONE! NO GODS! NO MASTERS! NO BRAND CAN TELL US WHO WE ARE! IF FREEDOM MAKES ME YOUR BETRAYER, THEN REMEMBER FEN’HAREL! [Bridge] And if you raise me on your shoulders, put me down. If you carve my name in marble, break it now. If victory becomes a reason I should rule when war is through, then take the lesson I have taught you— and turn it on me too. [Final Chorus] No gods! No masters! Not them, not me, not anyone! No freedom handed down as mercy. No revolution left half-done. No gods! No masters! Let every throne become a scar. And if they ask who taught you treason— tell them Fen’Harel. [Outro] No gods. No masters. Not even me.
