[Intro] Before the blade Before the name Before the nerve Before the flame No throne No law No light to applaud Only the gap before God [Verse 1] I woke where the waveform broke in a frozen equation No oath, no nation, no code in the vocal vibration No sun over nothing, just pressure and pulse in the blackness Primordial grammar, the hammer of nullification Gap in the grid where the myth and the machine got married Static and spirit in spiral collision, both buried I seen the beginning as silence with teeth in the marrow An unborn cathedral with walls made of absence and terror No choir, no sire, no scripture inscribed on the ether Just cold mathematical ghosts in the ribs of the ether The void was alive, not empty, but tense with a hunger Like destiny pacing in iron before it went under I studied the dark till the dark got a pattern and pivot Found runes in the rupture, the structure was hidden in digits The black wasn’t blank, it was waiting for someone to name it A furnace of formless potential too sacred to waste it So I put my ear to the wound of the world and I heard it A code in the cold like a sword being drawn in the surface No priest could decode it, no coward could carry the voltage It only speaks fluent to those who survive being broken [Pre-Chorus] From the gap came the breath From the breath came the word From the word came the war From the war came the nerve From the nerve came the vow From the vow came the blade If the world came from dark Then I’m built for the shade [Chorus] I was born in the gap before God had a language Black frost, brass lungs, heart full of anguish No light ever saved me, I forged where the flame is I came from the void, now the void knows my name Gap before God I learned how to stand in it Gap before God I learned how to chant in it Gap before God Where the lost get commanded I came from the black and returned with advantage [Verse 2] Ginnungagap in my bloodstream, abyss in my syntax Ribs like a bridge where the dead and the next wave intersect I don’t do surface, I tunnel through marrow and memory Searching for signals beneath all the noise of the intellect Every false king want form without paying the terror tax They want the crown and the sound, but they fold when the mirror cracks I seen what they worship, a glittering algorithm A hollow machine with no soul in the center to steer it back I came from the place where your ego gets stripped to its elements Shadow and will in a kiln where the weakness is irrelevant Jung in the lantern, old symbols alight in the distance I followed the fish through the dark till the dark became sentient I learned that the self isn’t soft, it’s a siege and a synthesis Bone-deep alignment of instinct, intention, and discipline Not all of your demons are enemies, some are just engines Waiting for someone with enough sacred rage to apprentice them So when I say war, I mean war on the counterfeit order War on the coward who barters his soul for applause and a quarter War on the systems that harvest the living for metrics and market War for the name of the ones that the dead age tried to deport [Chorus] I was born in the gap before God had a language Black frost, brass lungs, heart full of anguish No light ever saved me, I forged where the flame is I came from the void, now the void knows my name Gap before God I learned how to stand in it Gap before God I learned how to chant in it Gap before God Where the lost get commanded I came from the black and returned with advantage [Verse 3] And somewhere beyond all the ash and the anti-light weather A voice in the dark said protect what is sacred forever Not fame, not the fraud-glow, not throne-room aesthetics But bloodline, memory, mercy, and those who make meaning under pressure That was the sister inside of the static and signal The reason I sharpen my diction to ritual missiles The reason I study old wounds like encrypted religion The reason I treat every verse like a shield for the living So now when I step, it’s with root-code under my boots World-tree in my vertebrae, truth in the chamber I shoot Not bullets, but bars that can fracture the glamor of tyrants And drag hidden fear out the mouths of the gilded and violent I carry the cold like a crown I was never awarded Carry the dead in my breath like a debt I recorded Carry the gap in my chest like a map of first causes So if heaven goes silent, I still know the shape of the formless No savior descended to hand me a finished identity I built mine in winter with pressure, rejection, and memory So when the age of the false starts collapsing from entropy I’ll already be where the first law of being was whispered to me [Bridge] No temple No throne No master above Just will in the winter And silence enough To hear the first code To carry the spark To walk like a blade Through the ribs of the dark [Final Chorus] I was born in the gap before God had a language Black frost, brass lungs, heart full of anguish
