Stomping Ground

If You Wanna Rock 'n’ Roll (feat. Eric Clapton)

The Father of Make Believe

Key Entity Extraction VIII - Peter The Wishing

Mutt

a curse ties us down
to our broken ways 
forever hexed 
lost, drifting in a maze
(is it true?)

are we dead?
or are we just 
sleepwalking?
when night falls
the city calls
for us to walk 
(on the edge)

i don’t know if i can take
much more of this simulation 
i feel like it’s about to break 
into a worst situation

are we dead?
or are we just 
sleepwalking?
when night falls
the city calls
for us to walk 
(on the edge of nowhere,
on the edge of nowhere) 

are we dead?
or are we just 
sleepwalking?
when night falls
the city calls
for us to walk

forever hexed

What Lies Within

Salting the Earth

Dream Away.mp3

Beneath the Illusion


[Verse 1]
In the chill of the longest night
your absence fills the hallway.
Winter winds carry the shape of your name,
and I am left holding frozen water.

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Memories settle like frost on glass.
In the silence, I trace them with my finger.

[Chorus]
December dawn brings another morning,
but the shadows of what we were
refuse to dissolve.
In the pale light washing over everything,
your face remains.

[Verse 2]
Snowfall blankets the world in quiet.
In the deepest chamber of my chest,
you still live.
Your footprints disappear under new snow,
but what we built beneath the surface stays.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Memories settle like frost on glass.
In the silence, I’ve stopped trying to wipe them clear.

[Chorus]
December dawn brings another morning,
but the shadows of what we were
refuse to dissolve.
In the pale light washing over everything,
your face remains.

[Solo]

[Bridge]
Perhaps in the spaces between remembering,
there is room for something else.
Perhaps the ice that holds me
will crack when the season turns.
I am learning to stand in this cold
without turning to stone.

[Verse 3]
In the half-light before true sunrise,
I can almost imagine walking forward.
The darkness hasn’t lifted completely,
but I can see the outline of a path
emerging from the snow.

[Final Chorus]
December dawn brings another morning,
and the shadows of what we were
begin to thin.
In the pale light washing over everything,
I see your face becoming memory,
becoming part of the landscape I carry.

[Outro]
The longest night is ending.
Morning light touches the frost.
I am still here,
still standing in December,
watching the dawn.

December Dawn

APPALACHIAN ECHOES: Folklore Meets Fallout. Brace yourself for a brutal sonic tour through the irradiated backwoods of America’s most storied mountain range. This isn't your grandma's ghost story it's Apocalyptic Appalachia where the Cryptids are real and the radiation has turned legends into living nightmares. We've captured the fear of facing down the towering, winged terror of Mothman, the predatory starvation of the Wendigo, the grotesque march of the Super Mutants and Ghouls, and the alien dread of the Creature of the Flatwoods. Every track is a grim testament to survival in a land of nuclear-haunted folklore. Press play and step into the Echoes.

Wasteland Whispers

Ghost on the Line

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