RUGAL (NU METAL) - Power isn't given — it's taken with blood and fear.

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This rap is a brutal, dark fusion of nu-metal and heavy trap, voiced from the tormented perspective of a warrior consumed by the Devil Gene. It captures his descent from betrayed son to inhuman force, with deep, aggressive vocals, distorted guitars, and cinematic tension. The instrumental blends downtuned riffs, demonic whispers, and thunderous drums to mirror his inner chaos. Each verse unravels his cursed legacy, battles for control, and ultimate surrender to the darkness within — not for redemption, but for dominance. It's not just a song; it’s a declaration of war from the abyss.

"Rugal"

[Intro]
I came not for glory.
Not for redemption.
I’m here…
Because the world must remember who rules.

[Verse 1]
Power isn’t begged for — it’s carved with a closed fist.
Not born of hell or heaven — I rose from the abyss.
Where kings kneel and heroes fall still,
I built my throne… with bones to fill.

Every strike I throw has a name and a price,
Every stage I walk becomes my device.
Eyes of iron, heart of stone,
Mercy died — I rule alone.

They cry for peace, they scream for right,
But when I step in... they vanish in fright.
I don’t run. I break. I reign.
I’m the storm that comes without a name.

[Chorus]
I’m the fist that never trembles,
The scale that never tilts.
When war runs out of breath,
My presence makes the verdict.

[Verse 2]
What they call a “tournament” is just my purge,
To separate the breathing from those with the urge.
I turn combat into sacred rites,
Only one survives… and I own the night.

I speak no honor — only control,
Of bodies shattered and silence whole.
Feet planted, eyes sharp as steel,
I move like fate — with deadly will.

Names change, moves evolve,
But in the end, they all dissolve.
I am the storm that doesn’t warn,
Death in fabric — terror reborn.

[Chorus]
I’m the fist that never trembles,
The scale that never tilts.
When war runs out of breath,
My presence makes the verdict.

[Verse 3]
I don’t need armies — no crowd, no chain,
My shadow alone erases your name.
I walk through wreckage with head held high,
I am the end that doesn’t ask why.

Cracked ground, blood in the air,
Legends come… and leave in despair.
I didn’t inherit — I took by force,
And those who tried lost more than remorse.

Where I come from, maps burn to ash,
Just echoes of screams and a thunderous crash.
I’m the final level, system’s flaw,
The glitch in hope — the god of war.

[Final Chorus]
I’m the fist that never trembles,
The scale that never tilts.
When war runs out of breath,
My presence makes the verdict.

[Outro]
You don’t fight me.
You survive…
Or you disappear.

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