A blade’s edge is sharp, but not as sharp as a mind twisted by betrayal and pain. Die and Cut is a furious spiral into the abyss of self-destruction and rebirth. Visceral riffs shred through the chaos, while guttural screams bleed out the anguish of severing ties that poison the soul. This track rips apart the silence and leaves only raw emotion, cutting away the weakness to reveal the strength beneath.

For those who embrace the dark and the heavy, if you love the sonic carnage of Slaughter to Prevail, the raw energy of Bring Me the Horizon, or the unfiltered aggression of Beartooth—this is your anthem of survival and defiance.

🎧 Die and Cut — out now! Let the blade fall.

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DIE AND CUT

Blending heavy riffs with humor, the Pudding Dragons deliver unforgettable nu-metal experiences. Our music fuses intense energy and raw power with a playful, lighthearted vibe, creating a fun, engaging atmosphere. Whether headbanging to crushing sounds or laughing at irreverent lyrics, we welcome everyone to join the chaos. It’s heavy metal intensity meets carefree spirit, making every performance a wild, thrilling adventure where fans can let loose and enjoy the ride.

Karen kicked my dog

Twisted Reverie

Steel treads devour the ground, my heart pounding in my chest
Rolling into chaos, no time for fear or rest
We’re all afraid to die, but in this furnace of war
Survival is all that matters, so I crush what came before

I feel no shame inside, no guilt to stain my soul
This world’s corrupt and vile, we’re just beasts lost in the cold

I tear across the battlefield, shielded in iron skin
No thoughts of home or mercy—only bloodshed draws me in
Time stands still in madness, but I swear I’ll make it through
When the guns fall silent, the bitter truth will brew

I’m numb to all the carnage, the screams fade in the smoke
No conscience left to plague me, all empathy revoked
The beast in me awakened, devouring each command
A soldier of destruction, swallowing the damned

Survival’s all we know, we take what we can find
The stench of war is choking, but we’ve left our past behind

I tear across the battlefield, shielded in iron skin
No thoughts of home or mercy—only bloodshed draws me in
Time stands still in madness, but I swear I’ll make it through
When the guns fall silent, the bitter truth will brew

Will I ever see the ones I left behind?
In the violence, reason dies—hope is hard to find
Yet something in me whispers that this might end someday
But I’ll never be the same once my soul has gone astray

Death roars in every breath, shadows claw at the sky
No turning back from horror, only more will die
Numbed to terror’s voice, forging forward without peace
Bound by war’s corruption, chained to its release

I tear across the battlefield, shielded in iron skin
No thoughts of home or mercy—only bloodshed draws me in
Time stands still in madness, I pray I’ll make it through
When the smoke has cleared at last, the bitter truth is due

Nothing will be like before, no innocence remains
A mind forever stained by war, baptized in its flames
A twisted path of violence that echoes from the past
In the end, we’re all just beasts—our humanity won’t last

Tank of Corruption | ALBUM

The Pudding Dragons unleash a hilarious parody album of sea shanties and sailing songs, blending timeless maritime classics with hidden gems from South Pacific traditions, all served with a comedic "metal" twist. Their unique take transforms these salty tunes into riotous anthems, complete with thunderous riffs, guttural growls, and unexpected breakdowns featuring pots, pans, and the occasional blender solo. From tales of mutiny to odes about coconuts and rum, each track is a whirlwind of humor, chaos, and nautical nonsense, proving that no genre "even sea shanties" is safe from their pudding-fueled metal makeover.

Sea Shanties and Songs to Sail the Seas

Old man of the Sea

Prepare for a brutal yet adorable sonic assault with "Toe Beans of Terror", the third album from Death Metal Cats. This release blends the intensity of death metal with the playful charm of feline love. Each track is a fierce combination of roaring riffs, thundering drums, and primal growls, celebrating the wild, untamed spirit of cats. From the crushing opener "Antagonize The Dog" to the melodic "Lucky Black Cat," the album delivers a whirlwind of chaos and kitten affection. Death Metal Cats strike again, proving they can melt both faces and hearts with their unique, feline-inspired sound.

Toe Beans of Terror

Champagne Cat (Cry for Caroline)

Prepare for a brutal yet adorable sonic assault with "Snuggle of Spite", the fourth album from Death Metal Cats. This release blends intense death metal with feline affection, delivering roaring riffs, thunderous drums, and primal growls. Death Metal Cats unleash chaos and kitten love, melting faces and hearts alike.

Snuggle of Spite

Fluffy Toy of Deception

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Rise
Rise
MAKE THEM REMEMBER YOU


[Verse 1]
I walk the line between fire and flame,
A sinner’s crown in a broken game.
No peace in sight, no heaven’s grace,
I’ll tear the void and leave my trace.
[Break]
Chains won’t hold me, I’ll break the spell,
If I can’t have heaven, I’ll rise hell.
[Build]


[Chorus]
Burn the skies, feel the rage inside,
Ashes fall, where the angels hide.
[Electro Guitar Solo]
I’ll carve my name in the shadows they dwell,
If I can’t have heaven, I’ll rise hell.

[Verse 2]
The dark whispers, “You belong to me,”
But I won’t kneel, I’ll set it free.
A storm of scars, a war in my veins,
I am the fury, I am the pain.
[Break]
Hold the loaded rifle backwards
[Break]
Cages crumble, walls will swell,
If I can’t have heaven, I’ll rise hell.

[Chorus]
Burn the skies, feel the rage inside,
Ashes fall, where the angels hide.
I’ll carve my name in the shadows they dwell,
If I can’t have heaven, I’ll rise hell.

[Bridge]
Screams of the fallen fuel my fight,
Through blood and chaos, I’ll ignite.
No savior calls, no holy spell,
This is my kingdom, my rebel yell.

[Breakdown]
Rise, rise, rise!
Let the earth quake, let the heavens die!
Rise, rise, rise!
A crown of flames in the blackened sky!

[Final Chorus]
Burn the skies, feel the rage inside,
Ashes fall, where the angels hide.
I’ll carve my name in the shadows they dwell,
If I can’t have heaven, I’ll rise hell.

[Outro]
Hell is here, and I wear it well,
If I can’t have heaven… I rise hell
[End]

If i cannot have Heaven I RISE H3LL

My;
By AXAXC

A mirror cracked. A reflection distorted. A story told in fractured echoes.

"My;" is not just an album—it’s a descent into the self. A psychological labyrinth where identity is rewritten, where the same words carry different truths, where the whispers in the dark could be yours… or something else entirely.

This album is a collision of ethereal beauty and punishing weight. Gothic orchestration. Bone-crushing chugs. Whispered secrets. War hymns. Seductive lullabies. Furious confessions. Every track is a different version of the same pain—a dream that shifts into a nightmare, then back again.

NO ESCAPE. NO RESOLUTION. JUST REVELATION.

🩸 What Awaits You in My;?
🔥 An emotional rollercoaster—from eerie whispers to devastating breakdowns.
🔥 A fusion of cinematic deathcore, symphonic metal, and gothic industrial—no boundaries, only destruction.
🔥 A seamless blend of orchestration and violence—violins, war drums, bass chugs, and ethereal choirs guiding you through the abyss.
🔥 A sound that refuses to let you breathe—no moment of rest, no silence that isn’t haunted.

ACT I: REFLECTION
"Whispers"—A hymn sung in candlelight before the storm.
"Mirror Says"—You look into the abyss, and it looks back.
"My End"—The truth, unveiled in tragedy.

ACT II: WAR
"My Mark"—Pain turns into power.
"My Assassin"—The prey becomes the predator.
"My Secret"—The darkness calls, and you answer.

ACT III: FIRE & FRACTURE
"My Burn"—The storm has come.
"My Truth"—The resolution, the warcry, the final act.
"My Hurt"—The soul collapses in flames, never to be the same again.

This is AXAXC at its most relentless, most operatic, most destructive.

A mirror shatters—will you see what’s on the other side?

DISTORT. DISTRUST. DESTROY.
Let the nightmare begin.

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My; Whispers

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The song is about coping with a painful loss. From initial grief, the person draws strength from the memory of the deceased loved one. This memory transforms into a fighting spirit to keep living and defy hardship.


Sorrow and Hope

Prophetic Chains

Join our hilarious journey with over-the-hill cats as they rock out, defying age and reclaiming their death metal glory, one gritty riff at a time. Embrace the feline rebellion!