About getting out of a personal slump, strokes of fate, out of depression - Give your future a Chance.

Breaking the Silence

Her kiss was honey... thick and slow,
But it burned like fire from the get-go.
Eyes like dusk on a heatwave night,
Told me everything... but not what’s right.

She danced like smoke on a porch light breeze,
Talked ‘bout forever like a southern tease.
I fell for the ghost of who she might be,
Now I’m drinkin' her memory... bitter and free.

Her kiss like fire, but I’d go again,
Even if it leaves me scarred like sin.
She was mercy wrapped in a hurricane —
And I loved her most when she caused me pain.
Yeah, I still feel the spark in the rain…

She left lipstick on my cigarette pack,
Now every drag pulls me right back.
A heart like hers don’t settle or stay,
Just leaves ashes where love used to lay.

I built a home from matchsticks and pine,
She lit it up with a kiss so fine.
Told myself it was fate, not mistake,
But I still taste her every breath I take.

Her kiss like fire, but I’d go again,
Even if it leaves me scarred like sin.
She was mercy wrapped in a hurricane —
And I loved her most when she caused me pain.
Yeah, I still feel the spark in the rain…

Ain’t no map for a heart this lost…
No compass when the needle’s been crossed.
I chased her shadow across that field...
And kissed the flame ‘cause it made me feel.

Her kiss… like fire…
Still burns… under my skin…
Still comes… back again…

Dust & Steel

Kiss Like Fire

kiss like fire(HD)

🎭 THE ULTIMATE SHOW 🎭
An original poem transformed into a metal symphony — a cinematic fusion of epic rock, myth, and introspection. Whispered by the soul, roared by the storm, this piece captures the drama of awakening and the ecstasy of chaos when life becomes both ceremony and battlefield.

Here myth meets reality, and the listener stands rembling between madness and revelation.

🔥 Close your eyes. Enter the myth. Witness the storm. 🔥


THE ULTIMATE SHOW
(original poem)

Life has staged the ultimate play for me.
Has thrown at me signs,
symbols,
and mythical creatures.

An intoxicating show.
A ceremony with eyes wide open
and an unaltered mind.
A rollercoaster of bliss and abyss,
a kaleidoscope in frenzied permutation.

I trust Life...
but my understanding can’t follow.
The circuits can’t hold the intensity -
not yet. Not yet. But soon.
Now, not only my core shakes -
Reality itself is infused with myth.

Is this a cosmic opus
or a cosmic joke?
This play moves too fast.
I can’t follow... yet. 
Not yet. But soon.

Are these trials?
Mere oddities?
Lessons?
Can I fail?

Am I in the play,
or am I directing it?
Is there something I must do,
or simply hold my centre
and survive the storm?
Be the audience? 
Unmoved observer

Archetypes are imploding in my life,
and I can’t decipher them.
Their meaning slips away

Should I pull the curtain,
silence the blissful madness,
and go back to my cave -
resume the inner work?

Perhaps the answers lie
in stillness.
In silence.
We’re closing the show.
I’m closing the show.

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epic metal | cinematic rock | metal symphony | spoken word poetry | mythic soundscape | spiritual awakening | cosmic journey | dramatic orchestration | epic soundtrack | intense atmosphere | symphonic rock | mystical storytelling | consciousness expansion | cinematic music | emotional power

The Ultimate Show - rock opera

Prophecy of a Falling Star is the debut ritual-cycle by Choralith — an all-female contralto ensemble whose voices rise like ancient bells from the dust of prophecy.  Inspired by the Minor Prophets of the Old Testament, the album re-imagines their warnings and laments as a living percussion-driven trance — a sacred performance in eleven movements.

Each song becomes a scripture of sound:
• Hosea opens with a betrayed love turned back to mercy.
• Joel burns with digital locusts and comet fire.
• Amos drops the plumb line straight through the bones of empire.
• Obadiah topples the proud and returns gold to clay.
• Jonah sings from the whale’s heart, reborn through surrender.
• Micah calls justice from the soil.
• Habakkuk waits inside the silence until the flame speaks.
• Zephaniah dances in the ashes of deliverance.
• Haggai shakes heaven and earth until only truth remains.
• Zechariah redraws the dawn.
• Malachi closes the circle in the refiner’s fire.

Recorded as one continuous sonic pilgrimage, Prophecy of a Falling Star moves from mourning to motion, from judgment to joy — blending hand drums, shakers, udu, bowed metal, and three-voice contralto harmony into a world-tribal gospel that feels both ancient and futuristic.

When the falling star returns, the rhythm will not end.
Only the silence will learn to sing.

The Waiting Flame

"Midnight Veil" is a cinematic dark synthwave ballad that drifts between light and shadow - mysterious, melancholic, and deeply human.
It blends the analog warmth of the 80s with modern cinematic sound design: pulsing bass, soft bells, haunting choirs, and a voice that breathes emotion like a memory returning through static.

This is not horror - it’s beauty wrapped in twilight.
A soundtrack for lost dreams and quiet awakenings, where nostalgia meets the unknown.
Every note feels suspended between time and feeling, like neon light flickering through fog.

Perfect for Halloween, films, games, theatre, or fantasy worlds seeking emotion and atmosphere.
A song that doesn’t simply play - it lingers, it haunts, it remembers.

Step through the Midnight Veil and listen to what waits beyond the glow.

Tags: #synthwave #darkwave #cinematic #soundtrack #ambient #halloween #mystical #fantasy #emotional #electronic

Midnight Veil

“Velvet Warnings” is a darkwave-synth journey through vulnerability, rebirth, and electric confession.
Each track feels like a pulse in the night — soft, haunting, and cinematic. From the fragile echoes of Glass Veins to the ritualistic power of Velvet Warnings, the album blends industrial undertones, ethereal vocals, and emotional storytelling.

With the addition of A Lover Again, the collection gains a bittersweet heartbeat — a song about starting over, learning to love through chaos, and finding strength in the ruins.
This record is for those who dream in neon, heal through sound, and dance in the dark.

Beneath the Floodlights

God Save America

Frankenstein

Ain't My Problem - Cain Walker

Out of time, we’re slipping through the fragile lines 
Running from the words we couldn’t find 
If I could freeze this moment, I’d rewind 
Out of time
We lost the beat we lived inside
Out of time
But you’ll still echo in my mind


A melodic heartbreak track blending emotional rap verses with a soaring hook. Acoustic trap textures, confessional lyrics, and soaring melodies for fans of Kid Laroi, Post Malone, and melodic trap pop.

Out of Time

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