ALTAR//VIRUS – listen now!

This release was never meant to be an album – it began as our raw, unfiltered demo, a chaotic birth cry from the abyss. But the sound was too powerful to stay hidden.
So we’re unleashing it now – reworked, reborn, and still bleeding.

Our music is ritualistic, disturbing, and feverishly poetic – a descent into lust, obsession, trauma and spiritual decay.
Each track is a curse. A confession. A beautiful disease.

Press play if you're ready to be consumed.
Let the sound possess you. Let the chaos breathe.

If you feel the pull – leave a like, follow us, and don’t miss what’s coming next.
Because this is just the beginning.
And it only gets darker from here.



Golden shower

doom

Beloved Angels in Heaven

A crushing metal exploration of spiritual and emotional decay in modern life. The song chronicles the gradual erosion of identity and purpose as daily monotony transforms a vibrant person into an empty shell. Heavy riffs underscore themes of lost dreams, faded hope, and the psychological toll of grinding routine that slowly consumes the soul.

Created with Suno AI

Lyrics by Kenneth Carlino

The Hollowing of the Man

Heavy Lamb of God inspiration going on here. Also a couple video game easter eggs. 

Righteous Indignation

Ashes in Bloom

In the dust of twilight's glow,  
Ride the shadows, hearts laid low,  
Whispers of the ones we know,  
The good, the bad, and the dead, we sow.  

Outlaws lurking, guns drawn tight,  
Promises broken under moonlight,  
Lives once bright now lost from sight,  
The good, the bad, and the dead ignite.  

Chasing dreams through valleys wide,  
Bitter winds and a heart that cried,  
Ghosts of choices that we bide,  
The good, the bad, and the dead collide.  


Stars are fading, darkness creeps,  
Echoes haunt where silence weeps,  
In the night where danger leaps,  
The good, the bad, and the dead runs deep.  


Oh, the good, the bad, and the dead,  
Stories woven in the threads,  
We’re all just wanderers, misled,  
In the silence where the lost are fed.  

Through the canyons, old tales spun,  
Memories linger, battles won,  
But every victory's a loaded gun,  
The good, the bad, and the dead, we shun.  


The Good, The Bad And The Dead

more alternate versions of my music... raw vocals, chunky metal riffs, grunge, some electronic stuff. I may be little but I love to hit that distortion hard

The Echo Of My Becoming alt version 3

Hands That Hold the World is a raw, emotional post-hardcore journey through the human experience of sacrifice, faith, and resilience. From the quiet pain of loss to the roaring defiance of the heart, each track tells a story of individuals facing unimaginable trials—mothers giving everything for their children, elders forgotten yet honored, young lives confronting violence, and souls finding redemption through faith in Christ.

The album confronts grief, injustice, and societal pressures head-on, while ultimately celebrating the strength of the human spirit and the power of love, selflessness, and unwavering faith. With soaring choruses, blistering breakdowns, and hauntingly intimate moments, Hands That Hold the World is both a tribute and a call to honor those who give themselves fully to others, holding the world steady with their courage and compassion.

Headlines They’ll Never Read

Goddess Of War

The centerpiece anthem. Poetic, powerful, and unforgettable — two souls bound by the red string across lifetimes.

Crimson Thread

I've been producing music for a while but never put it online before. I'll be adding tracks every few days, starting with the older material first... it's a schitzo mixture of apocalyptic metal, cosmic horror and introspective real life stuff across a variety of music genres and styles

The Echo Of My Becoming alt version 3

AiMee Pickman