Thy Light - In My Last Mourning...

𝐇𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐚 - 𝐅𝐫å𝐧 𝐄𝐭𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐈

DiE (Dissolving In Everyday) [all of that pain DEMO]

Spring

Version 2 of And Nothing...
R.I.P Roman Lomovskiy.

And Nothing... (ver. 2)

This is the fourth track of the upcoming Sacrimoon's full-length "Reflections of my suicide melancholy", that will be out soon.

Scars Of Broken Memories

Xasthur - Doomed By Howling Winds [Demo]

Collide

She's got exhaustion in her bones,
but they still hand her the broom at dawn.
The preachers, the bosses, the kitchen-table dictators
carve their rules into the dark circles under her eyes.

They want her body as their ledger,
her silence—a sacred psalm.
So she grinds her teeth on stained-glass hypocrisy,
spits out the shards of a thousand "yes sir"s.

I AM NOT YOUR
sin with a pretty face!
Not your
midnight punchbag, unpaid maid, or
"honey, dinner's late" excuse!

Boardroom brawl? Darling, she's armed
with Hatshepsut's ledger and
Medusa's glare.
They call her "emotional"—

The system's a rigged slot machine:
spits out diapers when she bets her degree.
We're the coins jammed in the mechanism,
making kings choke on their own quarters.

You wanted a femme fatale?
Here—
my blistered hands signing eviction notices,
my PhD in
burning dead men's blueprints.
Game over,
boys.


Exhaustion

Fog Over Whitechapel — This opening track launches a brutal ritual concept album that reimagines Jack the Ripper as an ancient horror stalking gaslit London. Industrial metal, gothic doom, and occult theatrics collide in a suffocating fog of myth and murder. Full album coming Halloween 2025.

Lyrically paints the poverty and desperation of 1888 Whitechapel while hinting at an unseen hunger stirring in the mist. A shadow moves with intent, though whether man or something darker is left uncertain.

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[Verse 1]
Hush — hush —
I walk where gaslight cracks the stone.
Fog drinks secrets from your bones.
My boots pound streets of rust and prayer,
My breath a curse, my grin a snare.

[Chorus 1]
In fog I wake — your pulse undone —
A myth reborn beneath the gun.
Gaslight hums my gutter vow —
I am the blade that carves you now.

[Verse 2]
Steel whispers steam in alley jaws —
(I cut, I carve — the god I draw)
Rust and silk beneath my thumb —
(I hush the street — the ritual drum)

Your breath is frost — your prayer is ash —
(I grin where lanterns flicker, crash)
Fog-bound throat — the oath you keep —
(A hymn of iron where secrets sleep)

[Chorus 2]
In fog I wake — the myth divine —
Your heartbeat hums inside my spine.
Lanterns drown where shadows bow —
I am the cut that feeds you now.

[Bridge]
Come closer — hush — your pulse, my hymn —
Gaslight swears the fog grows thin.
I break the street — I breathe you whole —
A throat of wire, a soul of coal.

[Breakdown]
Hounds in steam — I tear the sleep —
Scrap-bound hands — the butcher creeps —
Chant the oath — the fog devours —
Gutter hymn — the iron flowers.

[Final Chorus]
In fog I wake — your fear confined —
A myth reborn inside your mind.
Lanterns choke — your secrets bow —
I am the blade — I am you now.

[Outro]
When fog returns, so too shall I —
Your throat, my blade, Whitechapel’s cry.

Fog Over Whitechapel

Woods of Desolation - Torn Beyond Reason

R.I.P. Roman Lomovskiy, February 15, 1991-June 1, 2013.
Tribute/Archive to And End... aka Roman Lomovskiy
Rare/Unreleased Songs