Betrayed by light, he fell into the maw of darkness, where time dissolved and madness whispered sweet lullabies.
He clawed at shadows, destroyed what remained of his soul, and begged for death — but death denied him.
In the silence of the abyss, he tore himself apart, bone from flesh, thought from memory, until only rage remained.
He was reborn, not as a man, but as something hollow — a vessel carved by vengeance and stitched with sorrow.
He walks now between heaven and hell, a blasphemy to both, a curse wrapped in human skin.
No salvation waits, no mercy follows; the gods turned their eyes, and the devils feared his name.
Each step he takes bleeds sacrifice — friends, love, innocence — peeled away like the skin of a serpent.
His heart beats with ash, his veins carry fire, and his face is a mask forged from grief.
Fear once ruled him, but now he feeds on it, wearing it like armor as he hunts those who damned him.
This is no redemption — only the beautiful ruin of a man who chose to burn the world that broke him.

Vocal : Darja Kazimira - Medea's Lament for Colchis (performance from the film "Medea Forgives Jason")

Artists : @farzad_fhn
Master : @im_dispa
Artwork : @farzad_fhn

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My Hands Built This Throne And My Wrath Will Shatter It

Starting Hard Industrial techno Dj based in Slovakia

𝕬𝖓 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝕳𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝕯𝕵 👿

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Even the greatest concept will fail under the pressure of self misjudgment.

📍🇦🇷 Argentina based DJ/Producer.

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One day I hope to find that lost boy, the one swallowed by shadows, his heart stitched with silence. I want to take his hand, pull him from the ache, and show him the light still waits at the edge of all this sorrow. That he is not broken, just bruised, not forgotten, just hiding. And maybe, just maybe, he’ll believe he deserves the sun again

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My Hands Built This Throne And My Wrath Will Shatter It

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