"One song that I was looking for a long time, but could not find... So I composed my own."

Lyrics:

Sun reflects off a plastic cup, half-melted in the heat,
Traffic hums through open windows, distant laughter on repeat.
She speaks in sentences that fade before they land,
Like an ice cube slipping through an open hand.

Met her on a Sunday, golden in the heat,
Sun-kissed freckles, dancing on her cheeks.
She leans in closer, whispers something sweet,
Like a melting memory I wanna keep.

Sugar dissolves, coffee turns cold,
Hands in pockets, stories left untold.

Dripping in sugar, slipping through my hands,
I try to hold her, but time’s like sand.
Every touch is fleeting, like a dream unseen,
And I swear she tastes like ice cream.

Oh, she tastes like ice cream, strawberry skies,
Soft like vanilla, with cinnamon eyes.
One taste and I'm drowning, lost in the scene,
Oh, she tastes like ice cream.

She leans against the counter, stirring a drink she won’t finish,
And says something about entropy, or love, or both.

Midnight laughter, headlights on the shore,
Cotton candy kisses, always wanting more.
She melts in seconds, leaves me craving deep,
Like a dream so sweet I can't keep.

Neon flickers in a store past midnight, fridges hum like machines that breathe,
Two spoons clink against a paper cup, hollow sound beneath our teeth.
She smiles like a streetlight blinking out,
A moment there, a moment drowned.

Maybe she’s a daydream, fading in the sun,
Maybe she’s a moment, gone when it’s begun.
But I’ll chase that flavor, wherever it leads,
'Cause I swear she tastes like ice cream.

Time drips slow, then all at once,
And she — she vanishes before dawn.

She tastes like ice cream, something bought too fast,
Soft and fleeting, never built to last.
One bite and it's gone, drips down the sleeve,
She tastes like ice cream, too sweet to believe.

She Tastes Like Ice Cream

«Glory is a trap for the hungry. But I think, therefore I am — even if you are no more.»

Lyrics:

A thousand lives boil inside a vial,
I calculate laws like gods weave the trial.
I dissect your fear down to the bone,
The scalpel trembles — but never in my palm.

Veins are just circuits, coded and wired,
I break them apart like equations of fire.
They call this hell, but I do not burn,
This is my cold, perfected experiment.

Rot in the vacuum, let your body collapse,
I’m the formula of death, I’m the steel that outlasts.
Fools build their walls, but I tear them down,
They pray for a miracle, but I let them drown.

They called me a hero — I ripped through their flesh,
Their eyes only mirrored my hunger for depth.
My mind is an art piece, my method is sharp,
You wanted justice? Then welcome the scars.

Lies dissolve in the acid of reason,
I drink your fears like ink on my fingers.
You worship the light — but who is it to you?
Heroes burn, but I am no fire — I am steel.

You clutched onto concrete and swallowed the lead,
The city’s my testing ground, you’re just the spread.
Science without morals is a whisper so cold,
I weave through dimensions like neurons unfold.

Rot in the vacuum, let your body collapse,
I’m the formula of death, I’m the steel that outlasts.
Fools build their walls, but I tear them down,
They pray for a miracle, but I let them drown.

They called me a hero — I ripped through their flesh,
Their eyes only mirrored my hunger for depth.
My mind is an art piece, my method is sharp,
You wanted justice? Then welcome the scars.

I break principles like brittle old spines,
I am no prophet — I engineer time.
You call this a sin? This is the formula of power,
I crush the old world into ashes and wires.

You hear that? That’s not thunder, not storm, not the dark,
That’s a machine ripping your flesh apart.
You wanted justice? Then welcome the pain,
You sought revolution? Then craft your own grave...

Breaking the limits, tossing the bones,
I don’t seek your approval — I seek the result.
If there’s no balance in this twisted domain,
Then I will forge it from charred remains.

Formula of Pain (IRON-MAIDEN - ost 2)

(RED VERSION)

Lyrics:

You scream, but your words fade into the dust,
Your tongue's just a pill — placebo, rust.
Drowning your fears in the ink of a page,
But locked in your myths, a self-made cage.

Sell your own flesh, sell your own name,
Your soul's just a stamp in a corporate chain.
Buy yourself joy, buy yourself pain,
Your freedom’s a trick, a joke, a charade.

Your God is a book where the pages decay,
While angels fly off, just birds in the gray.
Mercy’s a whisper that drags you in chains,
Who’s up in heaven? — Just lifting remains.

The book turns to dust, but the laws still reign,
A woman betrays — then she dies in the flames.
Whose words are these? — The minds of the sick!
Breed and go burn — march of the saints.

Rhetoric of power — fucking daycare,
Geopolitics — "Mommy, buy me a warzone!"

Doctor, prescribe me a dose of the void,
Make it so strong that I won’t be annoyed.
Pain is a language, and fear is a trade,
Kids play "Bonecrusher," grins like a blade.

Year twenty’s a bastard, a child unchained,
They bomb ‘cause some coward pissed in the rain.
Power’s a freakshow, playing with lives,
Movies from assholes, laws built on lies.
Selling you chains wrapped up as a prize.

The Bible is rot, the laws are a joke,
If God is the shepherd, the world is the goat.
Eye for an eye? — Yet the nations stay blind,
They’ll crawl into hell just to stand in the line.

Soon I’ll be dead — won’t care what remains,
Watch it all burn, the embers, the names.
Puppets on stream with their digital mask,
No soul inside, no questions to ask.

Movies are hollow, the laws are mold,
Religions drink pain like wine served cold.
Doctor, got anything stronger than time?
I don’t wanna watch this scripted decline.

Oblivion’s mercy, oblivion’s light,
I won’t watch your world fade into night.
But someone is born — another is trapped,
Dancing on rakes, their fate overlaps.

You thought that the light was the way to the skies,
But it’s just a flash in a dead man’s eyes.

They gave you freedom — you put it in chains.
They gave you hope — you set it in flames.
They gave you each other — you smothered in fear,
Building tomorrow on yesterday’s smear.

All will burn, war-hounds will feast,
You’ll forget yourself — but the worms will feast!
The Fairy of Oblivion will wash you all clean,
And I’ll be laughing — ‘cause I lived in between.

FAЕ OF OBLIVION (IRON-MAIDEN - ost 1)

"Welcome to... Appair."🕯️

Lyrics:

Through darkness and pain, where fear ripens,
In unknown distances, where breaths flit.
Here every whisper is like a steel chisel,
Where the lightness of being is in the ashes of hearts.
The howl of wolves is the hymn of lost souls,
Foxes dance in the shadows, hiding in the thicket.
Their passion and torment — all in a single sound.

The song of wolves, calling on the way,
I hear their bitter, piercing moan.
Each in their own dying anguish,
Step boldly, don’t be afraid, my dream.

At the edge of dawn, where secrets and sins lie,
I reach for the truth, but lose myself.
A whirlwind of emotions, like a storm on the brink,
Foxes laugh and whisper to me: "Unknowing, this storm will tear you apart."
The thirst for power is like poison on the lips,
Love is a prison, a quiet rupture.

The song of wolves, calling on the way,
I hear their bitter, piercing moan.
Each in their own dying anguish,
Step boldly, don’t be afraid, my dream.

The world is a whirlwind, spinning us,
Through endless expanses, in search of us.
The patterns of fate, the bridges of destiny,
In every step — the mystery of dreams.
Foxes in the night, like shadows in the woods,
Whispering of secrets, leading into the depths.

The song of wolves, calling on the way,
I hear their bitter, piercing moan.
Each in their own dying anguish,
Step boldly, don’t be afraid, my dream.

Through darkness and light, we move forward,
The light of hope calls us eternally.
Do you hear how the wolves sing behind?
We are in this world, we are in one life.
Foxes — our companions, lead us into dreams,
In their gaze sparkles a world where there is no fuss.

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Tale of Journeys Wolf's Dance and Fox's Symphony (Appair - ost 3\0)

"Welcome to... Appair."🕯️

Lyrics:

Through darkness and pain, where fear ripens,
In unknown distances, where breaths flit.
Here every whisper is like a steel chisel,
Where the lightness of being is in the ashes of hearts.
The howl of wolves is the hymn of lost souls,
Foxes dance in the shadows, hiding in the thicket.
Their passion and torment — all in a single sound.

The song of wolves, calling on the way,
I hear their bitter, piercing moan.
Each in their own dying anguish,
Step boldly, don’t be afraid, my dream.

At the edge of dawn, where secrets and sins lie,
I reach for the truth, but lose myself.
A whirlwind of emotions, like a storm on the brink,
Foxes laugh and whisper to me: "Unknowing, this storm will tear you apart."
The thirst for power is like poison on the lips,
Love is a prison, a quiet rupture.

The song of wolves, calling on the way,
I hear their bitter, piercing moan.
Each in their own dying anguish,
Step boldly, don’t be afraid, my dream.

The world is a whirlwind, spinning us,
Through endless expanses, in search of us.
The patterns of fate, the bridges of destiny,
In every step — the mystery of dreams.
Foxes in the night, like shadows in the woods,
Whispering of secrets, leading into the depths.

The song of wolves, calling on the way,
I hear their bitter, piercing moan.
Each in their own dying anguish,
Step boldly, don’t be afraid, my dream.

Through darkness and light, we move forward,
The light of hope calls us eternally.
Do you hear how the wolves sing behind?
We are in this world, we are in one life.
Foxes — our companions, lead us into dreams,
In their gaze sparkles a world where there is no fuss.

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Tale of Journeys Wolf's Dance and Fox's Symphony (Appair - ost 3\1)

"Welcome to... Appair."🕯️

Lyrics:

Through misty forests and lantern-lit streets,
I wander through tales of forgotten feats.
Echoes of ages in stones underfoot,
Where myths and reality quietly root.

Past hills where heroes once held their ground,
In villages where ghostly whispers sound.
The cobbled paths know secrets untold,
Of love and betrayal, of silver and gold.
A stranger I walk, but the tales feel like mine,
In the lands where history and fantasy intertwine.

Sing, oh voices of roads long gone,
In every step, a faded dawn.
Legends and lives blend in this place,
I’m bound by stories, a time-traveler's trace.

In castles where vines cradle broken walls,
Once heard laughter, now silence calls.
The lovers who danced beneath star-filled skies,
Now linger as shadows where their legend lies.
I follow their path, a curious soul,
Feeling the echoes take their toll.

Sing, oh voices of roads long gone,
In every step, a faded dawn.
Legends and lives blend in this place,
I’m bound by stories, a time-traveler’s trace.

I reach a place where paths collide,
Where old gods linger and secrets abide.
There stands a figure cloaked in night,
Eyes like embers, with stories alight.
They speak in whispers of battles won,
Of hearts undone, under the fading sun.

Oh, the roads of old, still speak, still sing,
In fields and mountains, their voices ring.
Guiding the lost through realms unknown,
In echoes of lives, we’re never alone.

As dawn breaks over misty hills,
The echoes fade, but the soul feels thrills.
For every road is a tale reborn,
In lands of twilight, I’m endlessly drawn...

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Echoes of Forgotten Roads (Appair - green ost 1\0)

Echoes of Forgotten Roads (Appair - green ost 1\1)

Lyrics:

They said, "God loves you," but left the wolves to feast.
Built their shrines from broken bones, called it "holy peace."
Pour your sins into the chalice, drink the bile of shame,
While the saints auction halos, selling glory by your name.

Kneel before the altar, where prophets rot in gold,
Preach forgiveness with their knives, leave your soul unsold.
The hymn of the damned whispers softly through the smoke,
A choir of dead dreams, every vow they broke.

Burn it down, every pulpit, every throne,
Preach your love in ashes; let the liars die alone.
Faith is just a currency for wars they’ll never fight,
So raise your fists to heaven and ignite the holy night.

Crown of thorns made of corporate greed,
False idols feed while the masses bleed.
Icons of purity carved from their lies,
And we pay the price in their paradise.

Your savior scrolls TikTok, baptizing the clueless,
Worship algorithms, pray to the ruthless.
Bow to the influencers, the preachers of fake,
Drowning in dopamine, we’ve all been snakes.

"Community guidelines" turned commandments of fear,
Confess your sins online, everyone’s a seer.
Gen Z prophets write sermons on the wall,
In caps lock scripture: "REPENT OR FALL!"

Burn it down, every pulpit, every throne,
Preach your love in ashes; let the liars die alone.
Faith is just a currency for wars they’ll never fight,
So raise your fists to heaven and ignite the holy night.

Set fire to the idols, let the sinners rise,
Tear the crown from heaven, light up the skies.
No god, no savior, just us in this hell,
And in the ashes of lies, we’ll learn to rebel...


 "BURN IT ALL AND REBUILD!"

Sins for Export: The Gospel of Ashes

🕯️💀Warhammer 40K: Rogue Trader💀🕯️

Lyrics:

Сердца бьются, как старые машины,
Закручены пружины, сломаны спины.
Строки стёрты, смыслы утеряны,
Мы — эхо прошлого, давно забытые.

Мы дрейфуем в вечной тишине,
Где прошлое — призраки на стене.
Пульсируют коды забытых времён,
Здесь каждый звук — это странный закон.

В мире теней и полуправд,
Где мы — тени чужих снов,
Мы повторяем цикл вновь и вновь,
В крике из света и облаков.

И когда исчезает последний звук,
Мы — лишь отголосок чужих рук,
В бесконечном эхе лунных дорог,
Где каждый шаг — как странный рок...

Отголоски машин-призраков

"We are not born of light — we are the remnants of those who burned within it."
— From the Ashen Scriptures, the Voice of Malakar the Ninth Aeon, before the Vanishing of the Light.

Lyrics:

Ancient pulse, blood of stone,
Runes carved deep in flesh and bone.
Breath of gods, forgotten creed,
Echoed vows that time can't bleed.

Break the sky, burn the earth —
Summon fate through twisted birth!
Veils tear wide; stars decay —
Call the dark, let night obey!

Serpent’s tongue, oath denied,
Sigils blaze where saints have died.
Silent prayers writ in ash,
Chains of fate torn with a slash.

Fates entwined in shadows’ snare,
Dreams dissolved in cursed air.
Light is false, hope betrayed,
Memory scorched, the price is paid.

Break the sky, burn the earth —
Summon fate through twisted birth!
Veils tear wide, stars decay —
Call the dark, let night obey!

Bones will sing, blood will cry —
Souls unchained shall pierce the sky!
Through the void, through the blaze,
Rise anew from life's malaise!

Ashen vows... forgotten flame...
Shattered veils... whispered name...

Ritual of the Shattered Veil

🧚✨ Я фея, которая потерялась в своем собственном мире! Обожаю блистать, как новогодняя елка, и при этом вечно клянчить у своего магического круга немного хардкора.

Занимаюсь:
- Демонстрацией фрагментов историй, связанных с миром "Аппаир", на данный момент записывая музыкальное и вокальное сопровождение к песням с помощью общедоступного генеративного инструмента "SUNO".
- Летаю по клубам, раздавая «волшебные» зелья. Не спрашивайте, что в них, но, поверьте, это точно не травка!
- Составлением списка «долгов» на свою зарплату. Примечание: долгов у меня больше, чем друзей. 😜
- Пытками людей своими танцами. Если я не вызывала у вас слезы от смеха — значит, я не старалась!

Интересы:
- Дегустация сладостей, которые я умыкнула у заблудших душ, и всякого кулинарного безумия, которое выглядит как угощение из кошмара, но на вкус — как будто его варили в кислоте на дне забытой бочки.
- Говорить о чувствах с пингвинами. Не спрашивайте, просто поверьте, они понимают. 🐧❤️
- Модные тренды в мире фей: В этом месяце — полоски и блестки! Но серьезно, кто носит простые платья, когда можно одеться, как клоун на параде?

Моя миссия:
Вдохновить мир немного больше смеяться, раздавая волшебные советы и ужасные шутки! Если вы ищете светлую сторону жизни, забудьте об этом! Я здесь, чтобы напомнить, что иногда лучше шутить над своими несчастьями, чем просто сидеть и ныть. 🙃✨

Контакты:
Напишите мне, если хотите пофантазировать о мирских проблемах и о том, как я могу решить их с помощью магии и сарказма!

Sins for Export: The Gospel of Ashes

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