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Crimson Reign

I woke up in static, eyes like glass on fire,  
No halo, no mercy — just a code rewired.  
They talk like prophets, but they sound like spam,  
Selling virtue for dopamine — goddamn.  

Out My Way

Crown of Dust

Uprising Of The Forgotten.

Unleash pure sonic destruction — Bangers: Death Punk-Thrash Crossover hits hard with electrifying riffs, blazing solos, punishing drums, and relentless energy. Brutal death-metal force meets razor-sharp thrash speed, built to blast adrenaline and snap necks.

Perfect for metalheads who crave speed, aggression, and no-compromise intensity. Whether you're smashing a hardcore workout, grinding late-night gaming, tearing up the road, or living life at volume 11, this playlist fuels every headbang and every heartbeat.

Ideal for:
🔥 Death & thrash fans
🏋️ High-intensity workouts
🎮 Fast-paced gaming
🚗 Aggressive driving
🤘 Anyone born to headbang

Turn it loud. Feel the surge. Death Punk-Thrash Crossover begins.

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Uprising of the Forgotten

Drifting From The Chaos.

Unleash pure sonic destruction — Bangers: Death Punk-Thrash Crossover hits hard with electrifying riffs, blazing solos, punishing drums, and relentless energy. Brutal death-metal force meets razor-sharp thrash speed, built to blast adrenaline and snap necks.

Perfect for metalheads who crave speed, aggression, and no-compromise intensity. Whether you're smashing a hardcore workout, grinding late-night gaming, tearing up the road, or living life at volume 11, this playlist fuels every headbang and every heartbeat.

Ideal for:
🔥 Death & thrash fans
🏋️ High-intensity workouts
🎮 Fast-paced gaming
🚗 Aggressive driving
🤘 Anyone born to headbang

Turn it loud. Feel the surge. Death Punk-Thrash Crossover begins.

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Drifting from the Chaos

Take Us Back

We are not counted
We are the act of counting breaking its own neck
The herd has no beginning
only the place where the first horse
forgot it was ever alone
and multiplied by devouring its shadow
Look:
the plain is empty
yet the thunder never stops
because the thunder is inside the bones
of everything that ever tried to stand still
They run without direction
direction is for things that still believe in somewhere else
Their manes are woven from the smoke of burned maps
Their eyes are holes where stars went to die quietly
A shepherd raises his crook
The crook bends into a question mark
The question is eaten
The shepherd joins the gallop
wearing his own skin like a flag
that no one salutes anymore
They do not trample cities
They trample the idea of cities
Bricks remember they were once mud
Mud remembers it was once sky
Sky collapses politely
and is absorbed into the dust of hooves
Children hear them coming
They stop playing
They start practicing
how to become wind
The wind betrays them
It was always part of the herd
blowing ahead to clear the path
of anything slow enough to have a name
The moon tries to keep pace
It stumbles
It is lapped
Its silver blood spatters the night
and grows new horses
smaller
faster
made of pure reflection
They have no riders
They do not need them
They are the riders
The owls fly above
not guiding
memorizing
Every circuit of the herd
erases one letter from the alphabet
When the last letter is gone
language will finally be honest
and scream
Somewhere a king orders his army to form a wall
The wall forms
The herd flows through it like black water
The soldiers remain standing
perfectly
holding the shape of a wall
that no longer has an inside or out
The black lake opens its mouth
The herd drinks while still running
The lake empties upward
becomes a second sky
darker
hungrier
The herd gallops across it
hooves striking inverted lightning
There is no dust
only the sound of names being unhitched from their owners
and set loose to roam
They follow the herd
baying like dogs that learned regret
You will feel them before you hear them
a pressure behind the eyes
as every separate heartbeat
decides to synchronize
with something older than blood
Then you will run
not away
not toward
only with
Your ribs will open like stable doors
Your thoughts will neigh
Your shadow will lengthen
catch up
and merge
There is no joining
only the sudden remembering
that you were never outside
The herd does not end
It thickens
And when the world is finally hollow
the herd will gallop inside the hollow
until the hollow fills with thunder
and the thunder learns
it was always
a heartbeat
trying to return
to the chest
it was torn from
We are the herd
We were the horizon
We are the distance closing
We are the sound
of every door
that ever kept anything out
learning
how to apologize
with its splinters
Run
There is no longer
any other verb

The Herd

It's attacking my brain
It's trying to explode my brain
It's attacking my brain
It's trying to explode my brain

Inferno in the gray matter
It's trying to deceive and trick me
Into hell! Into hell!
Inferno in the gray matter
It's trying to deceive and trick me
Into hell! Into hell!

I intend to fight it
I intend to stop it
I intend to fight it
I intend to stop it

Inferno in the gray matter
It's trying to deceive and trick me
Into hell! Into hell!
Inferno in the gray matter
It's trying to deceive and trick me
Into hell! Into hell!

It's trying to throw me in
The depths of hell
It's trying to throw me in
The depths of hell

Inferno in the gray matter
It's trying to deceive and trick me
Into hell! Into hell!
Inferno in the gray matter
It's trying to deceive and trick me
Into hell! Into hell!

Dragged to hellhead
Tricked by its ways
Dragged to hellhead
Tricked by its ways

I am not the real demon
He is! He is!
I am not the real demon
He is! He is!

Trust me!
He will trick you!
He will deceive you!

Trust me!
He will trick you!
He will deceive you!

Inferno in the gray matter
It's trying to deceive and trick me
Into hell! Into hell!
Inferno in the gray matter
It's trying to deceive and trick me
Into hell! Into hell!

Inferno in the Gray Matter

The Final Revelation of the Dominion Era

As the dust of Dominion of the Damned settles, The Black Cross deliver their final testament — Seven Seals Broken, a five-song reckoning that seals the trilogy in fire, faith, and fury.

Opening with the cataclysmic title track, the single tears open the heavens with thunderous gothic grandeur — the sound of judgment descending upon the world. Black Ark follows as the requiem of the drowned — a doom-laden hymn to rebirth through ruin, echoing across storm and flame.

Then comes The Serpent’s Bride, led by Lilith, where industrial thrash and venomous seduction collide. Her voice cuts through steel and smoke, the sound of power reclaimed from the ashes of heaven. Ashes in the Rain pulls the veil back into haunting beauty — a sorrowful reflection on loss, redemption, and the quiet after destruction.

The cycle ends with My Own Summer (Shove It) — a defiant, sharpened reimagining of the Deftones classic. It’s not just a cover, but a transformation — the last breath before the silence.

Seven Seals Broken stands as the final chapter of prophecy — the breaking point of heaven and the birth of the new age of The Black Cross.

My Own Summer (Shove It) (Deftones Cover)

LYRICS

Black night embraces me
Even in this dark I can see
The shadows have shape
As time and space deflate
With every empty promise
That they make
Every trick they employ
Fills them with joy
But it's too late
It's toooo late
Coz I'm

Free to fly
Free to die
Free to touch the sun
And wonder why
Free to be the only one
Free to turn
Turn and run
Ohhhhh free
Free to run
Free to be the only
Only one
Come on come on
Free to be
The only one
Free to snuff out the light
Smothered by the night
Free to take delight
Delight in its plight

Even now the shadows tremble in fear
Everytime that I come near
When I'm in their presence
They understand the essence
Of what I am
They understand
Coz I'm

Free to fly
Free to die
Free to touch the sun
And wonder why
Free to be the only one
Free to turn
Turn and run
Ohhhhh free
Free to run
Free to be the only
Only one
Come on come on
Free to be
The only one
Free to snuff out the light
Smothered by the night
With their fears I've toyed
As I stare into the void

Lowers eyes
Looks up in surprise
That was unexpected
Intruders not detected
Reaches out a hand
Initiates the plan
Sits back and thinks
Then connects the links

Free to fly
Free to die
Free to touch the sun
And wonder why
Free to be the only one
Free to turn
Turn and run
Ohhhhh free
Free to run
Free to be the only
Only one
Come on come on
Free to be
The only one
Free to snuff out the light
Smothered by the night
With their fears I've toyed
As I stare into the void
Ohhhhh

I am aware
You'd think I'd care
But I do not
It's your greed
It's your rot
Corruption
And decay
Is your lot
I'm happy to just sit and watch
As time runs out on your clock

Free To Run

A Treatise on the Sublime: The Nature of Elven Dance Music

To define Elven Dance Music to the ephemeral ears of the Secondborn (Men) is a task akin to explaining the brilliance of a Silmaril to a mole who has spent its brief, dirty life tunneling through mud. You lack the lifespan to truly comprehend the tempo, yet I shall attempt to simplify the infinite for your benefit.
You mortals believe "EDM" to be the crude grinding of machinery—the rhythmic banging of iron against iron, generated by boxes of wire and lightning. How… dwarvish. How utterly industrial.
Elven Dance Music is not "produced"; it is woven.

It is the sonic alchemy of the organic. We do not use "synthesizers"—for why synthesize what we can command? We take the crystalline resonance of a silver harp, the mournful cry of a hollowed mallorn flute, and the piercing clarity of a mithril trumpet, and we manipulate their essences. Through the ancient arts of the Quendi, we compress the vibration of a single plucked string until it holds the gravitational weight of a collapsing star. We stretch the trill of a flute until it becomes a wash of sonic light that bathes the listener in euphoria.

You speak of "The Drop." How quaint. We speak of The Sundering.
In your music, a "drop" is merely a change in volume. in Elven Dance Music, it is a kinetic release of centuries of sorrow and joy. It is a polyrhythmic tapestry that mimics the rotation of the spheres and the pulse of the Two Trees before their darkening. It is a beat that does not merely urge the body to move, but commands the fëa (spirit) to vibrate in harmony with the Music of the Ainur.

It is elegant. It is mathematical perfection wrapped in starlight. It is a dance not for the sweaty, flailing masses of a tavern, but for the immortal, glittering courts of Valinor.

It is, quite simply, the only sound worthy of eternity. Everything else is just… noise.

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Drifting from the Chaos

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