Text och musik: Johny Daagh.
Sång: Maya Daagh.
Skrik: Adam Daagh
Gitarr, bas, trumprogrammering och mixning: Johny Daagh.
Mastering: Marcus Haga Bjäreland.

Danzig

Nothing strengthens authority so much as silence

Frozen steppe, a crimson stain
Where ancient shadows rise again
A hungry bear, with iron claw
Breaks oaths of peace, defies all law

The cities burn, the children weep
While slumbering giants lie asleep
A tyrant's voice, a hollow creed
Sows terror, plants a poisoned seed

The Cost of Silence! A heavy toll
As darkness claims another soul
The fires rage, the cannons roar
While justice bleeds upon the floor

Every day we are silent
The orcs are marching
Every day we are silent
Our friends are dying

From shattered homes, a desperate plea
For eyes to see, for hands to free
But gilded halls, and empty words
Protect the comfort of the herds

We elect the clowns and it is all fun and games
While sticking to the man, we fan the flames
The lines are drawn, the choices clear
Yet fear prevails, and whispers fear

The Cost of Silence! A heavy toll
As darkness claims another soul
The fires rage, the cannons roar
While justice bleeds upon the floor

Every day we are silent
The orcs are marching
Every day we are silent
Our friends are dying

The specter looms, a chilling sight
Of broken treaties, endless night
The weight of guilt, a crushing stone
For every life, unjustly thrown

The whispers rise, a growing dread
As heroes fall, and hope lies dead
The watching world, a vacant stare
A silent witness to despair

The Cost of Silence! A heavy toll
As darkness claims another soul
The fires rage, the cannons roar
While justice bleeds upon the floor

Every day we are silent
The orcs are marching
Every day we are silent
Our friends are dying

Every day... the silence grows...
Every day... another soul... it knows...
The cost of silence...

The Cost of Silence

Ploom of Doom

Lyrics 

Your whispers echo through my veins 
Echolalia restraints 
Wait for a god to take me home 
After your promise and high hopes 

 Your shadow always haunts my past
Still feel you all over me, you make it hard to breath 
Don’t know for how long I will last 
Through acts of men who never loved me 

Your whispers echo through my room 
A lingering sense of fatal doom
Wish that I could ask you why
But know your answer won’t satisfy 

Your shadow always haunts my past
Still feel you all over me, you make it hard to breath 
Don’t know for how long I will last 
Through acts of men who never loved me

 Will you see 
What you’ve done 
Leave me half way in the dark 
Cant believe 
What Ive become 
Taken half way in the dark 
Will you see 
What you’ve done 
Leave me half way in the dark 
Cant believe 
What Ive become 
Taken half way

Will you see 
What you’ve done 
Can’t believe 
Leave me half way in the dark 
Cant believe 
What Ive become 
Taken half way in the dark

What You’ve Done

2008

NIGHTMASK

The moors are bare

Recorded, performed, and written by Patrick Burke, 2025

"I Live in Dream"
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 

where shadows sigh,

Beneath a cold,

 and mourning sky;

The moors are bare, the winds are low,

And none but phantoms,

 come and go.

The stars have eyes that do not see,
They burn in vain for one like me—
A soul unclaimed by hearth or kin,
With midnight’s whisper deep within.

No morning,
 breaks this twilight mind,

No earthly voice, 

no touch, no kind;

Only her face, pale as the tomb,
Appears to light my spirit’s gloom.

She speaks in hush, in haunted rhyme,
A relic lost to death and time;
And though I reach, I cannot keep
What only walks when mortals sleep.

I live in dream—

alone, unseen—

Where love is ghost, 

and hope is keen.

And should I wake, I fear the day
Would steal her shade and drift away.

I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 

The stars have eyes that do not see,
They burn in vain for one like me—
A soul unclaimed by hearth or kin,
With midnight’s whisper deep within

I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 
The moors are bare
I live in dream, 


The moors are bare

The moors are bare
PB2025

The moors are bare

Individuality

Dagger

Ein lauter Aufschrei gegen Schönheitsideale und gesellschaftliche Normen.
„Schönheit ist 'ne Lüge“ verbindet rohe Punkenergie mit kritischem Text und einer klaren Botschaft:
Lieber unbequem und echt als angepasst und falsch.

Spotify

Schönheit ist 'ne Lüge

Verse 1
Underneath the neon lights, she’s moving through the crowd,
Heartbeats race like wildfire, lost in the thunderous sound.
With every twist and every turn, she leaves her cares behind,
In the rhythm of the evening, she’s the spark that we all find.

Chorus
She dances all night long, a fire in her soul,
With every step, she’s breaking free, she’s losing all control.
Lost in the music, where the wild hearts belong,
In this endless night, she dances all night long.

Verse 2
Underneath the silver moon, her shadow starts to gleam,
Every sway a promise, every glance just like a dream.
Whispers in the darkness, she can feel the magic rise,
In this moment, she’s immortal; she’s our reason, our surprise.

Chorus
She dances all night long, a fire in her soul,
With every step, she’s breaking free, she’s losing all control.
Lost in the music, where the wild hearts belong,
In this endless night, she dances all night long.

Bridge
But as the dawn is breaking, will the music fade away?
Will she tuck her dreams in silence, let the night turn into day?
No, she’ll keep that fire burning, in her heart, it’s never gone,
Through the dawn’s embrace, she’ll find a way to carry on.

Chorus
She dances all night long, a fire in her soul,
With every step, she’s breaking free, she’s losing all control.
Lost in the music, where the wild hearts belong,
In this endless night, she dances all night long.


Dagger

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