Hey loves! "Love a Little Harder" is a song all about embracing love with everything you've got. It's about giving your all, even when it's tough, and never holding back when it comes to matters of the heart.I wanted to create a track that encourages us to be fearless in love, to open ourselves up to vulnerability, and to cherish every moment with the ones we care about.Through "Love a Little Harder," I hope to inspire you to love deeply, to appreciate the beauty in every relationship, and to never take love for granted.So, let's spread love like confetti and remember to always love a little harder. You never know how much it might mean to someone.

Tasha - Love A Little Harder

“Be My Twin” is a smooth, vibey fusion of R&B and pop that explores the craving for emotional closeness and mutual affection. With playful lyricism and heartfelt repetition, the track captures the urgency of love, the desire for unity, and the joy of being truly seen. Its catchy hook and rhythmic flow make it perfect for late-night drives, intimate playlists, and those who believe in soul connections.

Be My Twin

“Ego mortuus sum” (“I am dead”) marks a violent turning point on the album — a cry from the edge featuring the fierce vocal presence of Fredrik Keith Croona (Against I). Musically, it’s a collision of extremes: progressive structures twist through shifting time signatures before collapsing into relentless staccato grooves, while old-school death metal riffing forms the scorched earth on which the vocals roar.

The song was born in a moment of spiritual rupture — a place where faith felt hollow and rituals failed to heal. Lying on the metaphorical altar brought not peace, but anguish. The lyrics rage against sacred comfort, throwing brutal imagery into the light: Heaven reimagined as a “cesspool of saints”, sanctity as emptiness. It’s raw, it’s defiant — the sound of someone shouting into the void.

Yet amid the fury, a thread of hope weaves through. The chorus draws from Psalm 29: “Domine, clamavi ad te et sanasti me” — “O Lord, I have cried to thee, and thou hast healed me.” Even at the height of spiritual collapse, the possibility of redemption remains — battered but not erased.

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EGO MORTUUS SUM

One final blink until life gets complete,
until God’s grace destroys my melting meat.
Fermenting in the cesspool of the saints,
I pass away through firmamental drains.

Until my wine starts clotting in my mouth
drowning I dive this quietude throughout.
Candles are lit along my road to death,
out of my mouth I inhale my own breath.

Domine, 
Clamavi ad te,
Et sanasti me,
Domine!

(O Lord, 
I have cried to thee, 
and thou hast healed me.
O Lord)

Until I leave my assets far behind
peeling my lifeblood off this mortal mind.
Let loose this fire, enkindle my distress,
let my soul sink in this subversive hex!

One final blink until life gets complete,
laying face-up over the altar sheet.
My facial features under gleaming stars
this fake subsistence one by one disbarks.

Horror Sacri

Ego Mortuus Sum

These streets

A Small Rock Madly

The candle trembles,  
Your name burns like smoke in the rafters.  
Xoltar — prophet of the shattered glass future,  
Eyes like rusted coins,  
Mouth like a cathedral bell ringing backwards.  

Xoltar Speaks

soon 

you say you hate the person i became
the person i became 
the person that i aint
i neva changed no
my love has been the same
you were my everything
had thoughts bout wedding rings
i shoulda changed girl uan good for anything
all you doin is drainin me
used to take my pain frm me
but now girl ur the reason behind it
wish i could go back in time 
to when u werent in my life yet

cant believe you rily let me fall 
i hate that i gave you my all 
wish that i wasnt so in love 
did things i shoulda neva done
i let you cut me down
until you felt at home
blue pills in my pocket
they what keep me feelin whole
everything i did was wrong
guess u rlly not the one
took me some time to realize 
that u was js another one

cuz id never do you the way that you do me
the way that you do me
the way that you do me
but its wtv girl yk whatchu doin
yk whatchu doin
you love whatchu doin

shoulda changed (prod. fowni)

This is my latest pop song with male AI vocals. Lyrics are taken from a poem by William Shakespeare. Listen with headphones...

Out now on all streaming platforms and distribution sites.

https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/track/19TSGR6UfVhBZGm0KTZl8y?si=4eff4cbdc8454a7c

William Shakespeare - "To me, fair friend..." (sonnet 73)

"That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long."

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All Music By Me
Special Thanks to Toxic Bros., John Moreland,  Jerk Mama 

Art by Nanne Tiggelman (PixaBay)

Goth Princess

"Can I Be’s Smoke" is a hypnotic journey that feels like 60 BPM while pulsing at 120. Driven by heavy kick and snare, it blends industrial tension with psychedelic, dreamy textures. The result is a slow-burning, modern darkwave track — both floating and grounded, melancholic yet cinematic. Music for nights of smoke, steel, and strange reflections.

Goth Princess

Benjamin Nix