Lyrics

(Verse 1)
They call it evil, they call it dark,
But they don’t know the primal spark.
Judgin’ spells like holy sins,
While truth and fire burn within.
They talk of light like it’s always pure,
But I’ve seen death through a sacred cure.
White robes don’t mean you’re clean,
And black don’t mean you’re mean.
(Chorus)
Black magic ain’t what you think it is,
It’s the mirror, not the myth.
It’s the shadow kissin’ truth at night,
Not wrong, not right – just raw insight.
You can curse with light, you can heal with flame,
The color’s a mask, the soul holds the name.
So drop your fear, step through the door –
This is real, not metaphor.
(Verse 2)
Curses fly without a chant,
Without a circle, sigil, plant.
They’re in the thoughts, the hate, the gaze,
In whispered lies and loveless days.
People think salt can break a chain,
But deep work bleeds, and deep work stains.
To break the bonds, you walk through fire,
And risk your own soul in the mire.
(Bridge)
The Tree of Knowledge feeds the ground,
The Tree of Life sings heaven’s sound.
But roots and branches both belong –
One ain’t weak, and one ain’t strong.
They dance together, dark and light,
Both paths bless, both paths bite.
So don’t come knockin’ if you’re not sure –
This road ain't clean, but it is pure.
(Chorus)
Black magic ain’t what you think it is,
It’s the hammer, not the hiss.
It’s descent that carves the golden core,
Not myths or memes from the occult store.
You can rise through night, you can fall through grace,
But truth ain’t found in a pretty face.
So leave your lies, step in with me –
This is Mara Palumbra, and this is free.
(Outro)
I don’t sell dreams. I burn illusions.
You want the real path?
Then bleed with purpose.
Or walk away.