NO MASTER
SEVER · NO MASTER · Out 10 December 2026
The album's title track, from the story of Micaiah and King Ahab: four hundred prophets, four hundred lies, every tongue repeating what the king wanted to hear. A furious song about power that wants a mirror, not a prophet.
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Credits
Artist: SEVER
Album: NO MASTER
Album release: 10 December 2026
Label: Fragmented Music
Lyrics
Four hundred voices…
And not one of them spoke the truth.
They only said—
YES.
Four hundred mouths
FOUR HUNDRED LIES
Every tongue repeating
What the king desired
They built a crown from echoes
And called the silence proof
YOU DIDN'T WANT THE TRUTH—
YOU WANTED TO BE RIGHT!
You gathered every voice
That would kneel beneath your name
And buried every warning
That refused to praise your reign
YOU DON'T WANT A PROPHET!
YOU WANT A FUCKING MIRROR!
You don't want the answer—
YOU WANT THE ANSWER
THAT KEEPS YOU ON THE THRONE!
Say it again.
SAY IT AGAIN!
Tell me what I came to hear.
TELL ME I'M CHOSEN!
Tell me: go up and win.
LIE TO ME
UNTIL THE LIE
BECOMES GOD!
(BECOMES GOD!)
THEY'RE SCATTERED ON THE HILLS!
SHEEP WITHOUT A SHEPHERD!
THEY'RE CALLING FOR A VOICE
THAT WILL NEVER ANSWER!
NO MASTER!
NO HAND ABOVE THEM!
NO ONE TO FOLLOW
WHEN THE CENTER COLLAPSES!
YOU MADE YOURSELF THEIR MASTER—
NOW WATCH THEM—
SCATTER!
WHEN YOU FALL!
You wore another face
To keep the blood from finding yours
You sent them into battle
While you hid behind the war
A different name—
DOESN'T MAKE YOU INNOCENT!
A different face—
DOESN'T MAKE YOU SAFE!
One arrow drawn at random
Found the joint between the plates
You can change your name and colors
But you cannot change your fate
YOU KNEW!
You fucking knew.
THE WARNING WAS THERE!
You just hated the voice—
BECAUSE IT WASN'T YOURS!
You don't need a prophet…
When you've already chosen—
WHAT IS TRUE!
(WHAT IS TRUE!)
YOU.
DON'T.
WANT.
TRUTH.
YOU WANT—
PERMISSION.
YOU DON'T—
WANT—
GOD.
YOU WANT A GOD
THAT AGREES WITH YOU!
AND WHEN HE DOESN'T—
YOU KILL THE MESSAGE!
KILL THE WARNING!
KILL THE WITNESS!
KILL EVERYTHING
THAT DOESN'T
SOUND
LIKE
YOU!
But the hills remember.
The blood remembers.
The silence remembers.
AND WHEN YOUR VOICE
IS FINALLY GONE—
WHO ARE THEY
SUPPOSED
TO FOLLOW?
Maybe this is the punishment…
Not fire.
Not thunder.
Not the hand of God.
JUST SILENCE.
Just the moment
When everybody looks around—
AND REALIZES
YOU WERE NEVER
LEADING THEM!
They were following
The sound of themselves—
COMING BACK
FROM YOUR MOUTH!
You said—
FOLLOW ME!
THEY DID!
(WE DID!)
You said—
WE WILL WIN!
THEY BELIEVED YOU!
(WE BELIEVED!)
You said—
I KNOW THE WAY!
And they followed.
Until—
YOU.
WERE.
GONE.
And then…
NOTHING.
NO MASTER.
NO MASTER.
NO MASTER.
NO MASTER!
NO MASTER!
NO MASTER!
ANYMORE!
Four hundred voices…
Still no truth.
No master.
