https://soundcloud.com/harsher_deathstep

long ass title,

just wanted to stick this out as I havent put anything out for a while and probably wont post for another month or so. kinda sucks ass but am working on mixing low low heffy guitars and am looking to improve

Hand ov thorns very nearly finished, just need to polish up a few tracks then it will be done. cassettes will be out on obsidian cult bandcamp aswell as available to order through obsidian cult discord.        ough

double drop g# type beat

Signs Of The Swarm - Hour of Abhorrence | Harsh Remix (arioch guitar cover)

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Mortal man, fear Him Who is above you. You cannot escape from the one who is behind you. Do not rely on that which is before you. Do not overlook that which is beneath you. Our life is like a candle that cheerfully shines, and like smoke it soon will vanish.

apostacide - my soul itches

3/28/2025: full version is now out on "necrophilic legacy tapes" ep
https://soundcloud.com/gurglata/sets/necrophilic-legacy-tapes
https://voidchasm.bandcamp.com/album/necrophilic-legacy-tapes-ep

gored into a pile of rotten shit //clip

made this back in 2023 but unfortunately i lost my laptop earlier last year so i havent been able to work on music, so i will be dropping a lot of unreleased tracks over the next few weeks. stay tuned.

witchtongue - swarmed

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Artist: Alienated Inhumanity
Genre: Minatory
Release Date: 27.02.2025
Soundcloud Alienated Inhumanity: @alienated-inhumanity
Label Contact: parasiticontagion@gmail.com

Metamorphous Disorder

The official debut album by none other then SCARRED. born from the void itself.

EXTINCTION, by SCARRED. Is a grim symphony of cosmic analog horror. Stemming from obscure genres of music such as minatory, deathstep and horror dark ambient that SCARRED is so well known for.

Steeped with heavy inspiration within the suffocating dread of the SCP Foundation's darkest inspirations.

EXTINCTION chronicles the dying breaths of a shattered world through the eyes of one of the last flickering remnants of humanity… a final, feeble heartbeat in the carcass of Earth. 99% of all life has been reduced to ash and echoes, obliterated by an incomprehensible malevolence that shatters the mind as surely as it unravels reality.

The architect of this annihilation is no mere god, but an interdimensional blight that spits in the face of creation itself. Known in shuddering whispers as KHAHRAHK, 'he' is not flesh and blood but a venomous shadow in the veins of existence. The defiler of time. The cancerous rot that festers in the heart of the cosmos. 'His' purpose is neither conquest nor dominion… it is deletion. To twist and unmake the very fabric of reality until all that remains is an endless, howling void.

KHAHRAHK is eternal chaos given form. A force that cannot be slain, cannot be reasoned with. 'He' is not bound by mortality or law… only by the fragile chains forged in the dying breaths of the ancients. Seven chains. Seven final hopes.

But hope is a lie.

For the chains have shattered. One by one, they splintered under the weight of eternity’s wrath. And now, KHAHRAHK is free. Free to unmake the stars. Free to smother the light.

And as the last tattered remnants of life gaze skyward at a sun that bleeds black, they know the truth: this is not survival.

This is the end.

This is EXTINCTION.
https://soundcloud.com/godhandcollective

DECAYING REALITY

OUR SINS Feat. Vehemence

Chronicles of the Last Light Spirals, Vol. I" is a neo-noir journey in neon, where the spirit of the ‘90s collides with the darkness of futuristic hip-hop and electronic spirals. Gritty beats, deep bass, echoes of boom bap, glitched samples, and the smoky streets of a night city – all woven into the story of the last light trying to break through the darkness. This is the soundtrack for walking down wet asphalt in a hoodie, with a shadow at your back and the unshakable feeling that the city is speaking to you   

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Chronicles of the Last Light Spirals, Vol. I" to neo-noirowa podróż w neonach, gdzie duch lat 90’ miesza się z mrokiem futurystycznego hip-hopu i elektronicznych spiral. Brudne bity, głęboki bas, echa boom bapu, glitchowane sample i dymne ulice nocnego miasta – wszystko utkane w historię ostatniego światła, które próbuje przebić się przez mrok. To soundtrack do spaceru po mokrym asfalcie w kapturze, z cieniem za plecami i nieodpartym wrażeniem, że miasto do ciebie mówi

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