[Verse 1 – rap rapide, rage contenue] I was born with a curse in my hand, wood and core, just another brand. Pureblood bastards preaching grace, while the rest of us crawl for a place. Magic’s just another chain, golden leash for a dog in pain. Council rules, and the sheep obey, but I don’t kneel, I burn their way. [Pre-Chorus – murmuré, grinçant] I don’t need a wand to make things bleed. I just open my mouth and they believe. [Chorus – scream massif, riffs explosifs] FUCK—YOUR—SPELLS! I’LL—CAST—MY—OWN—HELL! BLOOD—FOR—FREEDOM, ASH—FOR—THE—COUNCIL’S—THRONE! WANDLESS, LAWLESS, I STAND ALONE — A GOD THEY NEVER OWNED! [Verse 2 – plus nerveux, tempo serré, riff tranchant] They called me freak when I said “no magic,” laughed till I made their idols tragic. Tore down temples, pissed on shrines, played my truth through feedback lines. You pray to light — I fuck with fire, your holy books make good for pyres. I carve my spells on broken strings, each chord a curse, each note a sting. [Pre-Chorus – chuchoté, lent, menaçant] I don’t need wands, I’ve got words. And words kill better. [Chorus – scream, gang-vocals, rage pure] FUCK—YOUR—SPELLS! I’LL—CAST—MY—OWN—HELL! BLOOD—FOR—FREEDOM, ASH—FOR—THE—COUNCIL’S—THRONE! WANDLESS, LAWLESS, I STAND ALONE — A GOD THEY NEVER OWNED! [Bridge – chant clair, grand, mélancolique] I watched the cities glow, under wands they built their cages. But magic’s just a show, and we’re the ones who pay the wages. Let them burn in gilded light, I’ll walk the dark without a guide. [solo de guitare, violent et lyrique, retour au cri] [Final Chorus – growl + chant superposé, cataclysmique] FUCK—YOUR—SPELLS! I’LL—CAST—MY—OWN—HELL! BLOOD—FOR—FREEDOM, ASH—FOR—THE—COUNCIL’S—THRONE! WANDLESS, LAWLESS, I STAND ALONE — A GOD THEY NEVER OWNED! [Outro – chuchoté sur feedback] I don’t need your magic. I’m the noise you can’t contain.
