"We’re the storm in shadows — Rooks run the night."
“Rooks Run the Night” is a high-voltage industrial rock anthem forged in the backstreets of Victorian London. Channeling the bold swagger and chaotic charm of Jacob Frye, this track storms through smoke, steel, and street justice with explosive energy.
From Whitechapel to the Isle of Wight, the song captures the heartbeat of rebellion — where fists rise, shadows strike, and the crown trembles before the will of the people.
No lords. No gods.
Only the Rooks.

Rooks Run the Night

CRUSHER (Demo)

Lyrics 


Radiator hums in a midnight flat,
cup gone cold and the screen is black.
Four bare walls and a buzzing light,
I count the seconds just to prove I’m alive.


If silence is a snowfall in my chest,
I’ll breathe a path through the drift, step by step.


No where to go, no one to call,
but I won’t let go when the ceilings fall.
I’ll hold this breath till the night lets go—
no where to go, but I still go.


Empty inbox like an empty street,
voices in the hallway never speak.
Small talk ghosts in the grocery line,
I fake a smile just to buy some time.


My name is just a whisper to the room—
I say it back so it won’t be consumed.


No where to go, no one to call,
but I won’t let go when the ceilings fall.
I’ll hold this breath till the night lets go—
no where to go, but I still go.


Count to four, feel your feet, let the air come clean.
Open the door, let the hallway breathe.
If the weight comes back like a winter storm,
take my hand in the dark—we weather it warm.


Hold on! Don’t let go!
Head up! Ride the low!


No where to go, but I won’t fold—
there’s a turn ahead that I can’t see yet.
If there’s a dawn behind this road,
light me a spark—I’ll follow it.


Till morning taps the window frame.

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