“King of Rage”

(He wears no crown—but all kneel)

Verse 1 (dark and steady)

No gold upon his head was laid,

No oath was sworn, no banners raised.

They spat his name, they cursed his birth—

But fire lives beneath the earth.

He rose in blood, in broken bone,

And carved his will in wrath alone.

Not born to rule—but made to reign—

Where fear still dares to speak his name.

Chorus (booming)

Hail the King of Rage and storm,

Crowned in fire, shadow-formed.

No throne he needs, no law, no page—

He rules through wrath, the King of Rage.

Gods have fled, and kings grown pale—

He walks, and storms behind him trail.

Verse 2

They tried to bind, to burn, to tame,

But fire doesn’t answer names.

He does not rule from halls of stone—

His court is bone, his word alone.

And when he speaks, the skies divide,

The earth recoils, the brave men hide.

He does not ask. He does not plead—

He is the wrath all tyrants breed.

Chorus

Hail the King of Rage and ash,

Who walks through war, who breaks the past.

He bears no crown, he writes no page—

But all still bow to the King of Rage.

No peace he brings, no calm, no prayer—

He is the storm, and none compare.

Bridge (cold and thunderous)

He did not want the world to bend—

He only fought. But in the end,

They gave him hate, they gave him flame—

And now they kneel before his name.

Final Chorus (roared by many)

Hail the King of Rage, unbound!

Whose voice is war, whose steps resound.

No chains can break what wrath became—

He is not crowned—

But still, he reigns.