Many years ago, I lived for a year in an old medieval town in Germany called Hann. Münden. I was a little lonely, and my heart was full of stories of knights, fairies, wolves, and mythical creatures. Fortunately, I am now happy again. I took the old songs out of my Cubase library, transferred them to Bitwig DAW, and remixed and rearranged them.

[Verse]
In the darkest night
Where shadows fall
A wulf roams free
Heed not his call
He's known as Ragnar
The lonely one
Seeking solace 'neath the pale moon's sun

Hear his howl
Echoes through the land
A wild soul
On a mission grand
Through fields and forests
He roams afar
A legendary wulf
Among the stars

[Verse 2]
With eyes like fire
Burning bright and fierce
Ragnar searches
For his heart's release
In quest for love
In this world so cold
His spirit strong
A story yet untold

Ragnar the Lonely Wulf

Another song from my time in Hann. Münden. The story of the honorable blacksmith who is madly in love with the lord's daughter. Remixed and new arranged with Bitwig DAW

[Verse]
The hammer sings on the anvil's face
In a forge of warmth and timeless grace
With sparks that dance in the dim-lit glow
The blacksmith works where the embers flow

[Verse 2]
His hands are rough yet soft in care
A soul of fire with strength laid bare
Each strike a song of the iron's will
A melody forged in the evening's still

[Chorus]
Oh gentle and strong
The blacksmith's art
With every beat it mends the heart
A rhythm of life
A tune so true
The lord’s own blacksmith in skies of blue

[Verse 3]
The bellows sigh
A low
Deep hum
The rhythm echoes where he’s from
The steel takes shape
A tale unfolds
A legacy wrought in the iron's hold

[Bridge]
The moonlight watches his quiet toil
As shadows dance on the earthen soil
The forge's heat
A guiding flame
A simple man
Yet a noble name

[Verse 4]
Through storms and trials his hammer swings
Crafting tools fit for kings and kings
His heart beats steady
A steady drum
The blacksmith's strength will never succumb

The Lord's Gentle Blacksmith

The North Sea, with its storms in autumn. But also protective old fishermen's houses, beautiful, enchanted, and people who brave all storms.

[Verse]
When autumn storms sweep across the North Sea
The waves roar loud
The gulls fly free
But my heart stays here
It won’t roam
The wind may howl
But this is home

[Prechorus]
No wild weather can tear me away
This hearth is where I’ll always stay

[Chorus]
I stay by the stove
Flames flicker and hum
The cold won't bite
It knows I’m numb
Let the tempest rage
Let the skies cry gray
Here by the fire
I’ll keep it at bay

[Verse 2]
The shutters rattle
The windows moan
A symphony of storms
Yet I’m not alone
The kettle sings its soft refrain
Inside these walls
I feel no pain

[Bridge]
Oh
The sea can crash
And the clouds can fight
But I’ve got my warmth in the amber light
No gale can shake this place I know
It’s where my roots
My spirit grow

[Chorus]
I stay by the stove
Flames flicker and hum
The cold won't bite
It knows I’m numb
Let the tempest rage
Let the skies cry gray
Here by the fire
I’ll keep it at bay


North Sea Heart

Autumn is here, and with it comes the time for major dance events. Let's go!

[Verse 1]
Golden leaves
They start to fall (ooh-yeah!)
Feel the chill
It calls us all
Step by step
The rhythm’s near
Autumn whispers
Loud and clear

[Prechorus]
Spin around
The air so cool
Dancing hearts
We break the rules

[Chorus]
Dance into the autumn
Oh-oh-oh
Feel the fire
Let it glow (let it glow!)
Dance into the autumn
Ah-ah-ah
Feel the rhythm
La-la-la

[Verse 2]
Crimson skies
The twilight gleams
Footsteps echo
Chasing dreams (chasing dreams!)
Through the breeze
We’re moving free
Autumn’s magic
You and me

[Prechorus]
Spin around
The air so cool
Dancing hearts
We break the rules

[Chorus]
Dance into the autumn
Oh-oh-oh
Feel the fire
Let it glow (let it glow!)
Dance into the autumn
Ah-ah-ah
Feel the rhythm
La-la-la

Dance Into the Autumn

She has been living on our street for a few days. What nobody knows is that she is my girlfriend.
[Verse]
She’s got a smile that lights the sky
A laugh that makes the sparrows fly
The whispers start when she walks by
But I just grin
I know the why

[Prechorus]
They’re chasing dreams they’ll never meet
She’s the queen of our concrete

[Chorus]
The girl on my street
Yeah she’s mine
They see the spark but miss the shine
The secret’s sweet
It’s so divine
The girl on my street
Yeah she’s mine

[Verse 2]
The boys all trip
They lose their cool
The girls all watch her break the rules
They gossip loud
They play the fool
But she’s my heart
My hidden jewel

[Prechorus]
They try to guess what makes her glow
But they don’t see the love I know

[Chorus]
The girl on my street
Yeah she’s mine
They see the spark but miss the shine
The secret’s sweet
It’s so divine
The girl on my street
Yeah she’s mine

The new Girl on My Street

Barbonus wrote this song about the one he never wrote.
It started as silence — a pause from creating — and turned into a melody that refused to disappear.
Recorded as a demo, “The Song I Never Wrote” isn’t about inspiration, but about the inability to escape it.

The Song I Never Wrote (Demo)

Barbonus is a German lyricist who treats songwriting as a form of literature. His tracks begin with words – fragments of prose, quiet observations, poetic disruptions – and build outward into minimalist soundscapes.

Instead of writing hits, Barbonus writes moments. His lyrics don’t chase hooks; they linger, reveal, suggest. Framed by gentle synths and indie-flavored textures, his work explores memory, digital disconnection, and the beauty of unfinished thoughts.

Beyond his solo work, Barbonus moves between several constellations:
• with Vela Sorell he forms the duo BC25, exploring fragile songs of memory and breath.
• with Klarstein.rocks he releases playful Country-inspired tracks and writes German lyrics in the ironic spirit of the NDW.
• in his archive work, he reconstructs cassette recordings from the 1990s, recovering fragments from a rehearsal basement.

With growing attention from international blogs describing his sound as “electronica with heart” and “a softer, more introspective space,” Barbonus positions himself less as a performer and more as a narrator. A voice at the edge of the frame, crafting scenes in words before sound enters the room.

For him, music is not the message – it’s the carrier wave.