Sabrina

Lyrics:
I'm not the one you'd like to find when you take a look inside
You been afraid of what its like; Become the one that you've despised
Buried alive, dug your own grave, sacrificed; Dying in vein
The divine sorrow and shame left a trail of destruction and pain

i took a trip down by the tomb
old man pearson payed me a visit 'round noon
he rose out the grave and we had a few brews
told me who I could save and who I could shoot
said that he couldn't stay, I've gots a mission to do
and when I gets it done we're moving onto phase 2
grew close to the old man, though I know that he's dead
and long before I knew it, Pearson became my friend to the end

vile visionary
I talk to the dead
vile visionary
it's not all in your head
x2

your body will be forgotten in the pits with the maggots; rotting
you're alive and growing nauseous
say your prayers, cause God is watching

i see trouble coming over the hill
i sense that they may be coming to kill
cryptid chaos coming closer
wicked pagan seance composer
 
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Vilephile is a concept-driven metal band rooted in horror, mythology, and the grotesque decay of the American Midwest. Emerging from the haunted remnants of an 18th-century hog farm in rural Illinois, the band constructs a dark universe of sound and story. Each member is a cryptid entity—once part of the land or its history, now resurrected into flesh through the twisted magic of a farm witch named Vile Lynn. Musically, Vilephile merges the downtuned weight of Black Sabbath with the chaos and aggression of Slipknot, the theatrical violence of GWAR, and the industrial pulse of Rob Zombie. Drawing influence from bands like System of a Down, Megadeth, Hatebreed, Pantera, I Set My Friends On Fire, The Bunny The Bear, Mudvayne, Mushroomhead, Alice in Chains, Modest Mouse, My Chemical Romance and even Insane Clown Posse, the band weaves together metalcore riffs, groove metal rhythms, and eerie synth-driven textures to create something both heavy and hallucinatory. Stevie Vile’s vocal performance is a brutal blend of deep, gravel-coated growls and shrieking, high-intensity screams along with twangy southern style of singing similar to Primus. His lows carry the weight and grit found in early Megadeth and Rob Zombie, delivering a raw, almost feral tone that feels carved from rust and bone. In stark contrast, his high-pitched screams slice through the mix with the unrelenting intensity of Nirvana, Knocked Loose, Flagman, The Chariot and the trap-metal artist Bruxism, adding a layer of panic and volatility. The result is a voice that feels both grounded in tradition and violently unhinged—an essential force behind Vilephile’s chaotic, horror-laced sound.

Old Man Pearson

The Vigilant

Five Minutes of Fire

My Curse

Carapace [HQ] - Rhythm In Static

Carapax / карапакси / карапаксы / карапакстар / Caparazón / karapaks / karapaksas / درع / vỏ cứng / 外骨格 / 갑각 / Carapacho / カラパス / Карапакс

Music & artwork - Mitch Duffy

Carapace

Your teeth gnaw at scraps, your eyes glint with greed,  
A swarm of jealous rats, on what you can’t feed.  
I’m the shadow, the hunter, the storm in your path,  
A predator’s grin, a harbinger’s wrath.  

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Rats

Ruins of once great city,   
Shadows whisper tales untold,
I wander through desolation,
One lonely soul, left roam.

Sky canvas blood and fire,  
Echoes fallen cry,
Wasteland, hope is flicker,
spark endless night.

One lonely soul, against the void,
Fighting through endless pain,
In ashes, seed defiance,
Rising from the ruins once again.

Wind, sorrow, whispers of death,
I stand in wreckage, haunted by words unsaid.

In this world, I find my courage, warrior in the final stage.

One lonely soul, against the void,
Fighting through the endless pain,
In the ashes, a seed of defiance,
Rising from the ruins once again.

Darkness, call, from before,
Spirits, I seek an open door.

One lonely soul, against the void,
Fighting through the endless pain,
In the ashes, seed of defiance,
Rising from the ruins once again.

One lonely soul, against the void,
In this fight, I'll make my stand,
For in this broken, dying world,
Hope's a flame, within my hand.

One lonely soul
One lonely soul
One lonely soul
One treasure trove
One lonely soul
One lonely soul
One lonely soul
One treasure trove
One lonely soul
One lonely soul
One lonely soul
One lonely soul

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One Lonely Soul

Artist: MiyuShiba
Composer: MiyuShiba
Producer: Suno, MiyuShiba 
Publisher: RacoonStudio


--- Lyrics ---

[Intro]
War!
War!
War!
War!


[Verse]
I am a human weapon, my guns are my protection.

I standing in middle of Fucking war!

I have to fight to fucking survive in this shithole.
But my commander fucking send me 


[Chorus]  
Just to fucking die!
War!
War!
War!

[Verse]  
I will Fight my country and my loved ones.

Fucking this shithole is in my fucking way.

This fucking war is just political gains.

But my commander fucking send me. 

[Chorus]  
Just to fucking die!
War!
War!
War!

[Bridge]
This pointless war killed my brothers of arms.

But my commander fucking send me

Just to fucking die!

(I am fucking nearly die but I am blooded. 
That fuck face smile at me and throw me and other battle.
I say FUCK YOU!)

War!
War!
War!

[Outro]  
die! 
die! 
fucking die!

Soldier

A soundscape of isolation. The feeling of living with a hole inside — something missing that nothing can seem to fill.

The Empty

Corridors

New Project from Pennsylvania, US. Mixing and matching the styles of Metal, Groove Metal and Electronic Metal. Lyrics to be tracked soon, feedback is welcome...enjoy!

The Vigilant

Compose the Decomposed

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