The song begins like a ritual buried in sound, the bass trembling under layers of smoke and echoes, The drums strike with the weight of something ancient, slow and sharp, each hit carrying the pulse of something alive beneath the surface, The flow moves with cold precision, every rhyme bending space around it, as if the words themselves were casting a spell, Whispers rise behind the beat, voices speaking in patterns too old to name, shaping the air into quiet symbols, The rhythm grows heavier, shifting through strange geometry, turning raw energy into something sacred and forbidden, The voice stays steady, filled with control and madness at the same time, guiding the listener through a ceremony of sound, The music feels like a sermon whispered in code, glowing with hidden meaning, Every bar burns and reforms, turning darkness into rhythm, By the final breath, it no longer feels like a song but a presence, something ancient remembering its own name through you

Apocrypha ☿️

Tempus Moderor... ☨⛤⚡︎⛧⸸† Ancient Alchemist/Sorcerer Invoking Enochian Angels to perform my Rituals through music ali make... My music exists in the space where the sacred meets the forbidden, built from dark rhythms and raw emotion. Every line I write carries visions drawn from dreams, memories, and unseen worlds. I create lyrical envision to awaken what hides beneath the surface, turning pain into poetry and chaos into sound. My songs breathe with intention, each one a pulse of energy that pulls you through smoke and truth toward something real, timeless, and alive. I make music that breathes, that drips with emotion and power, that pulls you into places you forgot existed. Every track is a confession and a spell, forged from shadows, memories, and fragments of Eternal light. I don’t chase perfection, I summon presence. What I create isn’t just meant to be heard it’s meant to haunt, to heal, and to leave its mark on your soul.

Apocrypha ☿️

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