[Intro] [Crowd roar fades in] Circle of fire Ash in the air Name’s on the banners You sure you prepared? (hey!) [Verse 1] Step in the ring, I’m the warlock war-chief Black flame crown, teeth full of spell-ink You just paint sparks in the air like a street trick I bend comets out their orbit, that’s real drift I carved runes in my bones till they bled dust Turned fear into fuel, turned rust into raw flux You wave wands, weak palms, call that craft? I cough in your cauldron and crack your staff I stitched storms to my skin in the wastelands Taught time how to crawl in my bare hands You learned cute charms from a tower with a glass roof I learned curses from the things that outlast truth [Chorus] This is spell-slinger showdown Crowd screaming, “who’s next?” (who’s next?) You brought stage tricks I brought end times to the set I’m the warlock, world-break You’re a footnote, foot fake When the smoke clears from this battlefield Only my name stays [Verse 2] Oh, you the sorceress supreme? That’s a tall tale Only crown that you wear is a small fail Your “ancient tongue” just a choir of soft wails My glossolalia makes galaxies frost pale You lace potions like perfume, that’s cute I lace plagues in a phrase, that’s brute Your light show’s bright till my night grows teeth I extinguish constellations when I grind my teeth You riding dragons? I raised your dragon from a fossil Wrote wrath in its marrow Made its fire gospel You chant pretty patterns, tracing sigils like lace I brand sigils in the sky, tear a scar in space You got teachers, tutors, scrolls in stacks I burned my mentors alive, then I wore their wrath [Chorus] This is spell-slinger showdown Crowd screaming, “who’s next?” (who’s next?) You brought stage tricks I brought end times to the set I’m the warlock, world-break You’re a footnote, foot fake When the smoke clears from this battlefield Only my name stays [Bridge] [Music drops to halftime chug, drums pounding] You call that a curse? That’s a greeting (that’s a greeting) You call that light? That’s just fleeting You call that power? That’s a party game I call one word Erase your name [Breakdown] [Band cuts, crowd clap rhythm] WAR-LOCK (crowd: WAR-LOCK) WAR-LOCK (crowd: WAR-LOCK) [Chorus] This is spell-slinger showdown Crowd screaming, “who’s next?” (who’s next?) You brought stage tricks I brought end times to the set I’m the warlock, world-break You’re a footnote, foot fake When the smoke clears from this battlefield Only my name stays

rap, Live epic fantasy metal cypher: male vocals rapping and screaming over chugging drop-tuned guitars, double-kick barrages, and choir stabs. Verses spit rapid-fire, halftime groove under the hook; chorus explodes with gang-shout vocals and soaring minor-key lead guitar. Breakdowns hit with palm-muted syncopes and tom-heavy rolls for crowd call-and-response., metal

Spell-Slinger Showdown