very nice piece of music - like the vulnerability of the vocals - the lyrics are great - the strings and synths sound awesome - blessings and love

Like the arrangement with strings sound, very majestic performance

another fascinating song. I like the way you arranged your song. I expected a special cover of a NatKingCole song but it cames a original. Cool

Very differrnt. Love the vulnerable vocals and the intro was really good. 👏

Under Done Over Easy

LYRICS

Like a bullet in the shoulder, laid there bleeding out.
Like a waif when you look in the mirror, staring out.
Like your ankle in a bear trap, oh you're screaming out.
Like another deal to wrangle, hopes are fading out. 

Oh this is no surprise to me.
You wake me from my reverie. 

Oh you wake up in the back seat, oh you're fading out.
There's a rope around your wrists, and you lay there fading out. 
Can't remember how you got there, oh your fading out.
Oh it takes a while to figure out, you're fading out. 

Oh this is no surprise to me.
You wake me from my reverie.


Rêverie [with The Fall of Saigon]

Back In The Holler - Robert Grigg & Combstead

All Music By Me

Cover photo by Achim Scholty (Pixabay)

Special thanks to Dani Ford and Kahlan Davis

The Way You Look Tonight

Running Away From

This is a placeholder for demos which I want to share, but not going to release as individual tracks.

NTBR#1

The Other

Through Grey Eyes

“Gather close, and let the embers speak. For this is no tale of kings and crowns — this is the saga of fire, oath, and blood. This is the song of the last skald, and the flame that refused to die.”

In the twilight of the old world, when the fjords whispered of gods and ghosts, a warband rose beneath the dawn. Their oaths were carved in stone, their names etched in frost. The saga begins with “Oathbound at Dawn,” where warriors swear loyalty not by word, but by fire — a ritual of steel and spirit beneath the rising sun.

From the shadows of the fjord comes “The Wolf and the Fjord,” a tale of cunning and survival. The warband moves like smoke, striking with the silence of beasts. Then the drums thunder in “Hammerfall Rite,” a berserker’s invocation to Thor — the moment before the clash, where rage becomes ritual and the sky splits with fury.

But war is not only steel. In “Seidr’s Veil,” the warriors kneel before the völva, the seer who chants in tongues older than time. She shows them fate — not as prophecy, but as consequence. And then the clash: “Blood on the Ice” erupts with chaos, where shields splinter and the fjord runs red. Victory is won, but not without cost.

The ravens arrive in “The Raven’s Feast,” circling the dead with solemn grace. They do not mourn — they honor. The battlefield is silent, save for the wind and the wings. And then the myth deepens in “Stone of the Nine Worlds,” where the skald walks through realms of fire, frost, death, and dream. Each world speaks, each stone remembers.

Now the skald stands alone in “Skald of the Last Flame,” the titular track. He sings not for glory, but for memory — the last voice of a vanished warband, the final ember of a forgotten age. The longship burns in “Ashes of the Longship,” a funeral voyage across the sea, where names are whispered into the tide.

But the saga does not end. In “Echoes in the Hall of Shields,” the voices of the fallen rise in chorus. Their shields line the walls of the honored hall, and their names thunder through eternity. Yet even this is not the final flame.

A new chapter begins with “Where the Chief Fell, the Flame Rises.” The warband’s leader is gone, lost to legend. But his fire lives on. The Son steps forward in “The Son Who Bears the Ember,” uncertain but resolute, carrying the weight of legacy in trembling hands.

He learns the truth in “Peace Is a Lie.” The world does not honor restraint — it devours it. The Son casts aside hope and embraces fire. But in “Ashes of the First Command,” he learns that war is never clean. The cost of leadership is written in blood.

And finally, he rises in “The Flame That Does Not Bow.” No longer a child, no longer a warlord — he is the flame itself. Not wild, not broken, but eternal. He walks not for vengeance, but for truth. The saga ends not in silence, but in fire.

“So remember this, you who listen by the hearth: the skald may fall, the chief may fade, but the flame marches on. And in every oath, in every name, in every echo — the saga lives.”

Skald of the Last Flame

L'Obéiscience est l'art de construire l'Obédience.

L'Obéiscience

L'Obéiscience - KRT Production

Sister song to an old one of mine called Justify, and an older one called Jealousy...

Remixed Nov 2022

GOING NOWHERE WITHOUT YOU

i saw it in your eyes that you knew
and in-between the lines that you drew
and now it’s safe to assume that I’m
going nowhere without you

you walk into this space
with everything in place like you
knew, you knew where i had to be
you knew what’s inside of me
a pain only you can see… 
a storm is rising
but i’m not hiding cos I’m… cos I’m…

Going nowhere without you
Going nowhere without you..
and now it’s safe to assume that I’m
going nowhere without you…

you step into this room
with everything consumed
in these flames, flames only you can bear
a burning only we can share
a yearning that takes us where
flames are rising
they’re not subsiding and…

look into these eyes
you got me telling lies
just to feed, this hunger inside of me
this craving that craves to be
a pain only you can see
the waves are rising
we’re all capsizing but I’m..
you know I’m
still Going nowhere without you
Going nowhere without you..
and now it’s painfully true that i’m
I’m going nowhere without you…

I saw it in your eyes that you knew
i saw it in the child that you grew
and so we have to assume that i’m
going nowhere without you…

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Benjamin Nix

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