Let my hunger become the beginning

Heavy Rain

Dead Heat "Perpetual Punishment" from the album "Process of Elimination"

Dead Heat "Perpetual Punishment"

Above the mute relics

Lyrics 

Got that raw power, watch me hit the line
Cranked up thunder, gonna make it mine
High voltage running, straight through my spine
Watch my kingdom rise, gonna make it shine

When the thunder rolls, I just want it more
Got that power surge right through my core
Watch me dominate, hear the engines roar
While they hesitate, I'm kickin' down doors


Rock after rock, we don't stop
(Keep it thunderin', keep it thunderin')
Straight to the stage, straight to the top
(Rock it, rock it)
Volume so loud, it can't drop
(Blast it, blast it)
This is my time, watch me rock
[BOOM]


Feel the amplifiers, cranked to the max
While they're sitting quiet, I'm layin' tracks
Got the power chord spreading like attacks
To the stage I own, dropping battle acts

From the garage up, now I'm blastin' up
Got that guitar scream like I'm lawless now
They don't understand how I claimed this crown
But I'm rockin' hard through this wild town


Rock after rock, we don't stop
(Keep it thunderin', keep it thunderin')
Straight to the stage, straight to the top
(Rock it, rock it)
Volume so loud, it can't drop
(Blast it, blast it)
This is my time, watch me rock
[BOOM]


Can't stop this sound (what?)
How I shake the ground (yeah)
Every riff we pound (rock)
Just to blast it out (loud)
Watch it amplify (grow)
Like a battle cry (know)
This ain't no surprise (nah)
This is how we ride (roll)


Rock after rock, we don't stop
(Keep it thunderin', keep it thunderin')
Straight to the stage, straight to the top
(Rock it, rock it)
Volume so loud, it can't drop
(Blast it, blast it)
This is my time, watch me rock
[BOOM]


Thunderstrike - REMASTERED - HD

Bambi (Metal Cover)

Concrete Angel

"The Architect of Flesh" - This track reveals the full extent of Crowe’s curse. Through the Codex Umbralis, his body becomes more than a vessel—it is remade as a living temple for the entity. Each scar, each wound, each murder was not random but part of a grand design: the construction of a gateway through flesh itself. The lyrics shift between Crowe’s horrified awareness and the entity’s triumphant proclamation, with Abberline beginning to realize that his partner’s body has been transformed into the ritual’s foundation. The tragedy deepens: Crowe is no longer simply possessed, but restructured, his humanity overwritten into architecture for something that wants to step fully into the world.

[Intro]
[CROWE]
Through time's deep cracks, the syllables creep,
Older than stars, in shadows they sleep.
Tongues forged in ash, etched deep in stone,
I form their shapes—but not alone.

[Verse 1]
[CROWE]
My veins they ink the script unseen,
My skin’s the parchment where gods convene.
Dreams carve diagrams in red,
Ancient glyphs where blood has bled.

I thought the words could give me sight,
Instead they claimed my shape outright.
The marrow twists, the tendons bind,
A temple raised from flesh and mind.

[Pre-Chorus]
[CROWE]
I thought I searched, but I was found,
A vessel forged, a soul now bound.
The Codex spoke, the lines were sown—
It carved a frame that’s not my own.

[Chorus]
[CROWE]
The architect of flesh claims and binds,
My blood the blueprint, my bones the lines.
The architect of flesh, design complete,
Through me it builds what can’t be beat.

[ENTITY]
Flesh is mine… design complete…

[Post-Chorus]
[CROWE]
Carved in marrow… etched in breath…
Life remade… through living death.

[Verse 2]
[CROWE]
Its script carved deep in bone and vein,
An edifice built through sacred pain.
My heart tolls like a chapel’s bell,
My skull the doorway, my ribs the shell.

It spoke in tongues my lips betrayed,
Each vow a stone the temple laid.
I was the seeker, now I’m clay—
Shaped by hands that won’t decay.

[Pre-Chorus]
[CROWE]
I thought I searched, but I was found,
A vessel forged, a soul now bound.
The Codex claimed, the patterns pressed—
It made my body manifest.

[Chorus (Variation)]
[CROWE]
The architect of flesh, no will, no choice,
My frame the altar, my throat its voice.
The architect of flesh, design fulfilled,
The door now opens, the blood is spilled.

[ENTITY]
Blood is spilled! Flesh is mine!

[Bridge]
[ABBERLINE] “What curse is this?”
[ENTITY] (Your partner’s skin)

[ABBERLINE] “He bleeds, he breaks—”
[ENTITY] (He builds, he makes.)

[ABBERLINE] “This path consumes!”
[ENTITY] (Through him I bloom!)

[ABBERLINE] “His soul, undone—”
[ENTITY] (The work begun!)

[Breakdown
[ENTITY]
Not man, not god—but what survives,
A temple built from living lives.
No silence left, no voice, no rest—
Only the Codex, carved in flesh.

[Final Chorus]
[CROWE]
The architect of flesh—I can’t resist,
Each breath a stone, each wound its fist.
The architect of flesh—design aligned,
Through me it builds, through me confined.

[ENTITY]
Through you confined… design aligned!

[Extended Outro]
[CROWE]
These hands were mine… (no longer mine…)
This breath was mine… (lost to design…)
This life was mine… (crossed the line…)
The temple stands… and I’m confined.

[ENTITY]
“Zorath’nim… Mor’thak keleth…”

Heartbeat slows, silence.


The Architect of Flesh

SHINING

Get So Twisted

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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"Look what you've become..."
"Jezebel..."

So conveniently yours
No need to breathe or see
You waltz like royalty  
Red carpet beneath your feet
All bow in adoration

Blink once, it all appears
Twisted fantasies draw near
Your darkest needs now satisfied
While innocence dies inside

You were once so pure and small
Now look what you've become

As your ego infects everything!
As your lies come crashing down!
Killing all that's pure and clean
I won't bow, I won't bow down
Call it spiritual if you want
But I see through your crown
I don't bow to you...
JEZEBEL!

Away from father's eyes
You trade your soul for lies
Keep that body temple clean
While dirty money flows between

Easy cash, the price is paid
Look at the monster that you've made
In whose name do you deceive?
Which god do you serve?

You were once so innocent
Now look what you've become!

As your ego infects everything!
As your lies come crashing down!
Killing all that's pure and clean
I won't bow, I won't bow down
Call it spiritual if you want
But I see through your crown
I don't bow to you...
JEZEBEL!

The innocent pay the price
For your paradise of vice
Every mark upon your skin
Marks the souls you've murdered in

Your ego infects everything!
Your lies come crashing down!
You killed all that's pure and clean
Now face what you've become!
Call it spiritual, call it divine
But this reckoning is mine!
I don't bow to you...
I don't bow to you...
JEZEBEL!

I don't bow...
I don't bow to you!

Jezebel

It is the stories and our imagination that give life and meaning to this world. And because I love music ... that it questions, that it awakens, that it intrigues, that it disturbs, that it moves... beyond the boundaries of genres ... This project is an expectation, a research in embryo ("one man band"), and the exploration - being for the moment totally free to leave the field - of the possibilities open to changing inspiration and protean nonconformism ... I admit that it is not easy to enter, and I thank all the more those who took the time to stop and listen to some of these stories ...

Let my hunger become the beginning

Darlings of Woe