The End Is Where We Begin

The End Is Where We Begin (Reignited) [feat. The Funeral Portrait]

This is a B-Side for the album "The Butcher of Whitechapel"  This was the original first track.  

[Verse 1]
The fog consumes where shadows creep,
A shroud that chokes the Thames’ black deep.
Its whispers coil through ash and stone,
A hunger wakes that’s not my own.
The streets decay, their cries grow dim,
Gaslights flicker, their glow grows thin.
My boots resound with heavy dread,
The blade now calls where blood was shed.

[Pre-Choru]
The mist commands, it pulls my will,
A voice not mine—it binds, it kills.

[Chorus]
Fog of the damned, it breathes through me,
A ritual carved in agony.
FOG OF THE DAMNED!!!
The blade sings hymns in crimson rain,
This curse ascends—it won’t restrain!
Fog of the Damned commands my hand!

[Post-Chorus]
It drains my soul, it claims the night!
The fog will call—I’ve lost my fight!

[Verse 2]
Her shadow sways in the fog’s cruel grip,
A fleeting smile, her last words slip.
The knife ignites, it finds her throat,
Her life dissolves in scarlet flow.
I carve the signs, their curves alive,
Each cut a prayer to dark divine.
Her flesh the script, her blood the ink,
Bound by the fog—I cannot think.

[Pre-Chorus]
The fog’s alive, it shapes my hand,
Its ancient will, my soul’s demand.

[Chorus]
Fog of the damned, it breathes through me,
A ritual carved in agony.
FOG OF THE DAMNED!!!
The blade sings hymns in crimson rain,
This curse ascends—it won’t restrain!
Fog of the Damned commands my hand!

[Bridge]
The streets are graves, their secrets hum,
The cobblestones where blood has run.
I scream inside, but none will hear—
The fog’s my chain, my end is near!
It carves! It binds! It steals my mind!

[Guitar Solo]

[Breakdown]
No light! No peace!
The fog’s my leash!
It writes through me, consumes my breath—
This curse was forged in endless death!

[Refrain]
The mist returns, it calls my name,
Each step I take fuels its dark flame.

[Outro Chorus]
Fog of the damned—it breathes through me,
A ritual carved in agony.
FOG OF THE DAMNED!!!
The blade sings hymns in crimson rain,
This curse ascends—it won’t restrain!
FOG OF THE DAMNED!!! commands my hands!
It commands!!!

[Outro]
The fog will call…
My soul must fall…
Its whispers bind…
I’m lost in time.

Fog of the Damned

BF6 Launch Day

Fractured Kin — Let You In

It started with a whisper… and ended in wreckage.
Let You In is Fractured Kin at their most vulnerable — and their most dangerous. It’s not about heartbreak; it’s about betrayal, about the mistake of opening your door to someone who came to burn the place down.

This album drips with tension — every lyric a confession carved out of regret, every riff a scar that still bleeds. The female lead’s voice swings between haunting softness and raw fury, carrying the weight of trust shattered and innocence set ablaze.

From the first breath, Let You In pulls you into the wreckage — a sonic battlefield of emotion and vengeance. The guitars snarl like trapped memories, the drums hit like fists on a locked door, and the vocals? They cut through the noise with the venom of someone who’s done pretending it didn’t hurt.

This isn’t self-pity. It’s revelation.
It’s that moment you realize you let the enemy wear your skin and call it love.

Let You In is beautiful, brutal honesty — heavy, haunting, and unapologetically real. It’s the sound of a soul learning to slam the door, lock it twice, and never look back.

Fractured Kin doesn’t cry about what was lost.
They set it on fire — and make you feel every spark.

Because some mistakes fade.
This one plays on repeat.

Let you in

O Come, O Come Emmanuel

"The Exodus" has arrived.

This is not just an album. This is a 14-track, cinematic metal manifesto.

This is the founding statement of VenoxX Productions.

"The Exodus" is the story of a rebellion—a movement built from the ground up to challenge a system built on silence. It's the sound of "Surge To Hope's" journey and "No Mercy's" grit, forged into a declaration of war. We are the underground, building our own world.

This is the sound of #creativefreedom.

To my followers here on SoundCloud: You are the heart of this movement. You've been here from day one, and you're the first to hear the full vision. Thank you for your support.

The "Exodus" is now live on all platforms. Join the uprising.

The Underground

All I Have Left of You

"Kindling Tomorrow" reflects on the graceful act of passing the torch to the next generation, portraying a shift from personal ambition and past struggles to a nurturing role where one tends the flame without claiming its light, finding fulfillment in creating space for others to grow and shine. Through imagery of scars as maps, sparks catching in younger eyes, and warmth that endures beyond possession, the song emphasizes the cyclical nature of legacy and wisdom, where letting go isn't loss but a profound gift that sustains hope and continuity. Ultimately, it celebrates the quiet peace in mentorship and release, underscoring that true love and influence persist eternally through the paths we illuminate for those who follow, as the fire evolves into an endless echo of tomorrow.

Kindling Tomorrow

Lyrics:

Break myself!
Break myself!


Can you paint me a picture?
Can you write me a letter?
Will you kill with a whisper,
Or make it all better?
Can you read me a story?
Can you sing me a song?
Will you tell me you're sorry
That you had me all wrong?

Like a wish from a fable,
I erode and decay,
Thoughts are growing unstable,
But I like it this way.

I grow cold, and I know how this ends for me,
(Let go!)
In the face of your apathy,
(Cut loose!)
On the verge of insanity,
Break myself for a moment of clarity.

Can you paint me a picture
Where we're playing a game?
Can you bleed from a whisper?
'Cause I'm calling your name
Can you read me a story?
Can you sing me a song?
'Cause I'm starting to worry
That you had me all wrong.

Yeah, I'm petty and vengeful,
You were right all along,
I'm just sad and resentful,
So I wrote you this song.

(The following program is brought to you by...)

Death!

I grow cold, as I fall into entropy,
(Let go!)
With intent and alacrity,
(Weave threads!)
From the depths of obscurity,
Break myself for a moment of clarity.

Break myself for a moment of clarity

(Please stand by)

I grow cold!

I grow cold, and I know how this ends for me,
(Let go!)
In the face of your apathy,
(Cut loose!)
On the verge of insanity,
Break myself for a moment of clarity.

Break myself for a moment of clarity

(Clarity)

I grow cold, and I know how this ends for me,
(Let go!)
In the face of your apathy,
(Cut loose!)
On the verge of insanity,
Break myself for a moment of clarity.

I grow cold, and I know how this ends for me,
(Let go!)
In the face of your apathy,
(Cut loose!)
On the verge of insanity,
Break myself for a moment of clarity.

Ptera

Whispers

Fracture the Silence is a high-voltage blend of glitch-touched metalcore, emotional alt-rock and razor-edged rap elements. Built around the central idea of breaking through the noise inside your own head. Across ten tracks, the album drags the listener through wreckage, reflection, self-confrontation and, eventually, a cathartic rise.

Against The Static

Incursions Suck (Path of Exile 2)

Started this project initially to free myself from waiting on artists music. But now as things have changed I have been given the opportunity to lead a project with our local hospitals to give patients the creative freedom as they have physical or mental disabilities preventing them from obtaining normally. Using Ai tools to make music, Images and other forms of art.

Incursions Suck (Path of Exile 2)

AI Bubba

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