Lyrics

(Verse)
I stood in the circle with nothing to prove,
Bare chest, black fire, no need to move.
No prayers, no fear, no titles to claim —
Just will in my blood and a serpent name.
Then he came…
Belial, wild and wide as the void,
A King untamed, no leash, no god employed.
(Chorus)
He said, "I kneel to none, and none command me..."
But still he walked, side by side with me.
In Mara Palumbra, the laws are my own,
And I wear no borrowed crown — I forged my throne.
We are the flame no heavens could tame —
Crownless kings, with sovereign name.
(Verse)
He taught me not spells, but the bones of power,
How to bend time and break the hour.
Not as master to student, not as shade to light —
But as fire to fire, in the eternal night.
“Sorcery,” he growled, “is not a gift — it’s theft.”
“Steal it. Live it. Become what's left.”
(Bridge)
I gave him no worship, no gold, no chain…
Just a pact of blood — and a throne of pain.
He saw my fire, saw I was born to reign,
Not beneath — but beside — in the storm and the flame.
(Chorus)
He said, "You call yourself Rex… and you burn like me..."
“Then take the dark and make it see.”
In Mara Palumbra, I don’t ask or pray —
I conjure with silence and bend the day.
We are not servants. We are not slaves.
We are the ones who walk through graves.
(Verse)
My will is a dagger, my word is a spell,
I summon the storm, I conjure hell.
Belial stands not above nor below —
But beside me, in the primal flow.
Two kings, no chain, no vow, no lie —
Just truth carved deep in the bone of the sky.
(Final)
So let the gods choke on their golden laws —
We write with fire, we break their cause.
Tenebris and Belial — no crown, no ring,
But sovereign in sorcery — the Flame and the King.
Mara Palumbra is our war-song divine,
And the throne I sit on... is purely mine.
(Outro)
"He bows to none...
Yet walks with me."
"The night is ours...
And the world will see.