Written and produced by Ronald Bell and G-Dawg Trading~
From the womb of wrath…
The old ones called…
NOW WE BURN THE SCROLL!
Born in the black sigil house where the walls eat light
Daddy’s iron pentagram, Mommy’s razor rite
Every meal a binding spell, every bruise a seal
Kid in the crawlspace reading forbidden steel
“Obey or dissolve,” the grimoire on the shelf
But the ink started bleeding with the rage in myself [Chorus – full gang scream]
RUPTURE THE KINVEIL!
TEAR THE BLOOD RITE!
Orphan of the void – I own the endless night!
No gods, no masters, no family curse to bind
I carve my own damn name in the fabric of time! [Verse 2 – even faster]
Ran through the mirror crack into the neon waste
Scars glowing like runes on a warlock’s face
Hunger gnaws the marrow, cold rain writes new laws
Sleeping in the graveyard of forgotten cause
But the daemon woke up, clawed out of my chest
Turned every “you’ll never make it” into fuel for the quest [Chorus – gang scream]
RUPTURE THE KINVEIL!
TEAR THE BLOOD RITE!
Orphan of the void – I own the endless night!
No gods, no masters, no family curse to bind
I carve my own damn name in the fabric of time! [Breakdown – half-time, low and evil]
You… are… the… key…
Burn… the… fucking… tree…
Roots rot in the dirt – the branches are ME!
NO MORE CHAINS!
NO MORE NAMES!
I AM THE FLAME! [Final Chorus – total chaos, double-time]
RUPTURE THE KINVEIL! (Rupture!)
TEAR THE BLOOD RITE! (Tear it!)
Kid from the crypt – now king of the fight!
On my own, motherfucker, watch the old world die
I made it through the dark –
AND THE DARK IS MINE! [Outro – one last scream into feedback]
KINVEIL… RUPTURED!
I’m… FUCKING… FREE! Play it loud. Spit it harder. The kid didn’t just survive — he rewrote the fucking grimoire.
