An immersive blend of darkwave and industrial trap, where pulsing basslines, metallic rhythms, and haunting synth layers create a hypnotic, shadow-drenched soundscape.

D3EP DR1FT

TESL4

P4TTERN

A love story tangled in the underworld. Between rain-washed alleys and the weight of unspoken rules, desire collides with loyalty in a city that never forgives.

Lyrics : 

He stands in rain,
holding no chain,
eyes like a flame,
whisper my name.

Hanazawa-san,
the iron hand,
rules every street,
blood on his feet.

But I see him,
past all the sin,
in neon glow,
he walks too slow.

Uri sarang,
it feels so wrong,
yet here we hide,
side by side.

He’s not the heir,
he doesn’t care,
he breaks the code,
takes my load.

My appa’s men,
come back again,
knives in the smoke,
swear it’s no joke.

We dance in bars,
beneath the scars,
with jazz and rain,
love feels insane.

Geuttae neowa,
we run so far,
from all the crime,
love has no time.

Midnight_Express

His Shadow

A futuristic manifesto. Zubida’s voice carries a warning from 2068, wrapped in deep industrial EDM and desert winds.

Lyrics :

(Zubida in)
Neon rain falls / steel streets breathe.
Skyline sleeps / the air hums.

A shadow ship pierces moonlight.
Its skin of glass bleeds silver fire.

(Number3 of Tokyo_Night)
They land with eyes of mirrors.
Their hands fold light like paper cranes.

(Zubida)
"Return the Earth," they speak in winds.
"Your time was borrowed, your roots forgotten."

We look at towers / they look at soil.
Our hearts fracture between two skies.

One city kneels.
Another resists.
Silence splits the dawn.

The ship ascends / without war, without peace.
But the word stays / inside every mouth.

Lyricist : Number3, Tokyo_Nights, Zubida

Return the Earth (feat. Zubida)

A darkwave-trap confession: no gun, only words. Bullets made of breath, sung through refusal.

Interlude :

No no no / no gun in my hand.
My eyes are fire / they understand.
No no no / not Superman’s glare.
Mine shoots code / through the air.

No no no / no metal shell.
It’s zero mil / but it hits well.
No no no / it’s not to kill.
It’s to bend / and break your will.

No no no / no trigger here.
My words are bombs / you hear them clear.
No no no / they’re nano-sized.
Exploding inside / your wired mind.

No no no / no lead to throw.
Just my finger / set to show.
No no no / not peace nor war.
It’s the bang / you can’t ignore.

No no no / no chamber spin.
The bullet’s thought / that burns within.
No no no / it’s not a toy.
It’s the click / of my honor’s joy.

Three Bullet Theory

No No No (interlude)

The jewel of the album. Deep Arabic chants sliced into infinite cuts, drifting between dark techno and tropical echoes, strings crying under strobe light.

Fardi Khawe (فردي خاوي)

Late-night energy, acid bass moving like a night walk.

man on acid.

helsinki at 3:14 am.

✝️▫️Slowed Version by 420daysfreetrial▫️✝️

Loneliness (Slowed)

NOTTURNO 2 - Super Slowed

The Ghost and the Spark

Originaire d’Australie, USA et Corée du Sud, D4RKW4VE incarne la collision des ombres et des machines. Leur son est un rituel électronique.