Autumn 2025 Support List - Volume II

So... Shall We Negotiate?

Original composition…..Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Durmientes

Within Himself

deeper wounds is a track about not just seeing whats on the outside but what is still broken on the inside its a sister song with looking within thats why im releasing them together i took a brief pause to deal with things in my life but im back with no more pauses all play all go much love from the only jakoby noir i hope everything works #hero #rock #alternative #emo #dark #mood #trending #popular #influence 

deeper wounds

Lyrics:
(Wash nine Wash miles)
(Wash up on the riverbank)
(Hinges)

It washed up on the riverbank last night
A frail bodied, weean donny
Back scared on the shoulder blades
He couldn't speak a word of our tongue
So we took him in, gave him clothes
He hid whenever he saw the sun

The town called him a devil
A beast born in the words
They said he killed the first borns
With the famine a decade back
He used to have wings
And answered only to Samael

He seemed only nine years old
His face cracked like an abby arch
The fog cast a concrete spell
I new kind of transparent saint, he sat
With the face of a messianic, martyred star

Nine miles, the gates blew off their hinges
Nine miles, one hundred years so solemn

But then he stood up, skin half dripping off
His frail body broke the rope
And dropped down from the bonfire
He crawled from the sun, the villagers fled
Half way through the woods
We found him with stubs on his back

He looked to the sky,
He aged a thousand years

Nine miles, the gates blew off their hinges
Nine miles, one hundred years so solemn

His face contorted, he screamed out in pain
The nubs grew, the blood spewed
He raised in the air, the nubs grew feathers
His feet left the floor and he burst into ashes

Nine miles, the gates blew off their hinges
Nine miles, one hundred years so solemn

ANTI MERIDIAN

“Secreta” — Latin for “secret” or “secrets” — takes its name and text from a lesser-known part of the traditional Roman Catholic Mass: a quiet prayer, spoken in a low voice by the priest at the end of the Offertory. On this album, the prayer becomes something more personal and disquieting — a whispered plea for one's enemies, delivered from a soul suspended between forgiveness and fragmentation.

Set to a short liturgical text drawn from the Roman Missal, the piece explores the spiritual paradox of wishing well upon those who have wounded us. That fragile state — where faith confronts betrayal — is captured in the song’s shifting musical language. An eerie orchestral introduction sets the tone, enveloping the listener in unease, before giving way to rhythms that echo the rhythmical asymmetry of Balkan dances. The unconventional time signature distorts any sense of calm, as if the soul itself is reeling.

“Secreta“ is both prayer and disorientation — a sacred ritual filtered through the lens of human vulnerability.

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SECRETA

Oblatis, quaesumus, Domine, placare muneribus: 
et nos ab inimicis nostris clementer eripe.

(We beg You, O Lord, be appeased by these sacrificial offerings: 
and mercifully snatch us away from our enemies.)

Horror Sacri

Secreta

Purple Moon Dogz Howling

Dirty Orange Puppet Head (You lied to me)

Dirty Orange Puppet Head

У моря есть волны
У солнца есть свет
Есть я у тебя у меня тебя нет
Ты смотришь в окно чтоб увидеть опять
Те странные мысли, не потерять

Пройдёт серой тучей и ляжет в песок
А мне бы приблизиться на волосок
К тому, что мерцает и может спасти
Того, что не вижу но есть впереди

Не зная что будет
Не видя, что есть
Мы сделаем шаг, но останемся здесь
Под небом курчавым расправим слова
И заиграют стихов кружева

Тот шаг, что надеждою стоит согреть
И для чего так хотелось бы петь
Шагнуть бы его, или что то понять
Те странные мысли мне не унять

Пр.
Помню свет в окне
Зелёной комнаты
Вижу, мальчик на ковре
Играет в кубики

/// google translate

The sea has waves
The sun has light
You have me, I don't have you
You look out the window to see again
Those strange thoughts, not to lose

Will pass as a gray cloud and lie in the sand
And I would like to come a hair closer
To that which shimmers and can save
That which I do not see but is ahead

Not knowing what will be
Not seeing what is
We will take a step, but will remain here
Under the curly sky we will straighten the words
And the lace of poetry will play

That step that is worth warming with hope
And why would I so like to sing
I would like to step it, or understand something
Those strange thoughts I cannot calm

Сhorus
I remember the light in the window
of the green room
I see a boy on the carpet
Playing with cubes

Странные мысли

Странные мысли / Strange thoughts

insidemyhead

The Final Wave

Can you feel your heart beating in anticipation?

Affair of the Heart

This song is about an X we almost all had a one time.

Five Minutes

"Talk Dirty To Me" is a fresh and fun cover of Poison's classic, injecting new energy into the timeless hit. The upbeat rock vibe will hook you instantly, making it perfect for sing-alongs. It has a universal appeal that resonates with audiences who crave nostalgia with a twist.   Original writer Bret Michaels.   https://repostexchange.com/charts/top

Talk Dirty To Me

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I'm putting the words here because, as is so often with rock, I can barely understand the singers' words ... and I wrote them! 🤔
 
Who could with just mere words describe
The dark deeps of the wisdom you bestow
On those who leave their fears behind
To meet you in your realm below.

Without the dark, there can be no growth. 
Seeds cannot germinate in the light. 
The great lord Pluto hears all those 
for whom the usual darts and slights
of human suffering 
are as nothing, compared 
to the unbearable lightness of being. 

At your Dark Majesty’s request
We lay this dedication at your feet.
The Lord of the Underworld, no less,
Our offering's here at your behest.

Who could with just mere words describe
The dark deeps of the wisdom you bestow
On those who leave their fears behind
To meet you in your vast realm below.

Who could count the blessings you rain
On the lives of those who understand
That with rebirth, like birth, comes pain
And suffering we must withstand.

At your Dark Majesty’s request
We lay your names at your holy feet.
Pluto, Arawn, Set, Shiva,
Hades, Pan and Gwyn ap Nudd.

Pluto

[Verse 1]
Rise up
Stars align across the night sky
Whispers of ancient hands weave patterns, secrets folding into cosmic light
Flowing circles, spirals, and chords; knowledge hidden in stone, echoing the heavens, through time’s endless thread

[Chorus]
Stand tall
Silent voices call through shadow
Carved in temples, towers, and arches, echoes rising from forgotten ground
Freedom’s fire and chains of control, factions clashing unseen, guiding destiny, veiled in myth and flame

[Verse 2]
Look deep
Symbols in the glass of oceans
Frequencies rising, waves of memory, shadows drifting through the strands of time
DNA coils, mirrored in stars, woven in fractal lines, mapping out the order of heaven and earth

[Chorus]
Stand tall
Silent voices call through shadow
Carved in temples, towers, and arches, echoes rising from forgotten ground
Freedom’s fire and chains of control, factions clashing unseen, guiding destiny, veiled in myth and flame

[Bridge]
Break free
Encoded light still guides the seekers
Through forgotten paths of silence, stone, and fire; mysteries that never fade away
Ancient battles, carried within, knowledge suppressed and freed, spiraling forever through cycles of dawn

[Chorus]
Rise now
Truth awakens in the shadows
Through the fractures, voices of ages, carried on the breath of time to come
Freedom burning, carried by stars, written in endless code, singing through the heart of creation itself

Silent Architects

Hank Rusch's new single, "Laid To Waste," tells the story of a man blissfully aware that he's just another conquest in a woman's lustful pursuit. Undeterred, he is drawn like a moth to a flame, finding himself unable to resist the pull of her vortex of passion. The song is rich with references to addiction, highlighting the compulsive nature of his desire. Hank’s growly vocals sound even grittier on this track, as if there's an extra cubic yard of gravel adding raw intensity to his voice. Powerful chords, big drums, Hank really hits the groove on this one.

LAID TO WASTE
by Hank Rusch

Laid, Laid to waste
I wanted it all she'd only give me a taste
Laid, Laid to waste
I took a sip I took a step, I fell on my face

Well, I remember she came pretty well armed
With Stiletto Heels and a bullet bra
Peroxide hair, with dishwater roots
I started chargin' like a bull comin' out of the chute

Her skirt was so tight it couldn't get much higher
Her thighs were rubbin' so hot I thought they'd catch on fire
She shot'em all down one by one
But I was cocked and locked like a ... a loaded gun

She's a hundred proof
You got to dilute
You can't just take her down straight
She's a witches brew
She'll put a spell on you
She'll make any good man break

Laid, Laid to waste
I wanted it all she'd only give me a taste
Laid, Laid to waste
I took a sip I took a step, I fell on my face

We danced all night then we went to her place
I followed her home behind her BSA
Exhaust and Chanel was all I could smell
My heart was rockin' like a pumpjack well

When we got in the door we started huggin' and kissin'
That's when I knew it was pure ignition
She bit her lips and she moaned and moaned
We kept on doin' it all night long

It was just a drop
It hit the spot
It had me ruttin' like a stallion
But the tables turned
and soon I learned
I just had enough to just hold on

It was a lethal dose
I went comatose
I've never ever had that kind of lovin' before
Just one hit
and that was it
I got to go back for more

Laid
Laid to waste now baby
You laid me to waste
Ohhhhhh! You laid me to waste now baby
You laid, you laid, you laid, you laid, you laid
You laid me to waste
You laid me to waste now baby
Ohhhh! and I can't get enough
You laid me, You laid me, You laid me, You laid me to waste
You laid me, You laid me to waste,
Ohhhhhhh! baby

Laid To Waste

Me, Myself

[Verse 1]
Glow

[Verse 2]
Rivers of light stretch beyond

[Verse 3]
Silent currents weave through darkness, carrying sparks afar

[Chorus]
What flows within the vastness mirrors what stirs within the small

[Bridge]
Om Bhur Bhuvaḥ Suvaha
Tat-savitur Vareñyaṃ
Bhargo Devasya Dheemahi
Dhiyo Yonaḥ Prachodayāt

Om Bhur Bhuvaḥ Suvaha
Tat-savitur Vareñyaṃ
Bhargo Devasya Dheemahi
Dhiyo Yonaḥ Prachodayāt

[Verse 1]
Pulse

[Verse 2]
Flames awaken from quiet depths

[Verse 3]
Radiance spills outward, warming shadows with secret fire

[Chorus]
The same force that moves the vast also kindles life within

[Bridge]
Om Bhur Bhuvaḥ Suvaha
Tat-savitur Vareñyaṃ
Bhargo Devasya Dheemahi
Dhiyo Yonaḥ Prachodayāt

Om Bhur Bhuvaḥ Suvaha
Tat-savitur Vareñyaṃ
Bhargo Devasya Dheemahi
Dhiyo Yonaḥ Prachodayāt

[Verse 1]
Turn

[Verse 2]
Curves cradle drifting whispers

[Verse 3]
Contours hold quiet streams that hum with hidden motion

[Chorus]
The movements that shape the whole reflect the rhythm within each part

[Bridge]
Om Bhur Bhuvaḥ Suvaha
Tat-savitur Vareñyaṃ
Bhargo Devasya Dheemahi
Dhiyo Yonaḥ Prachodayāt

Om Bhur Bhuvaḥ Suvaha
Tat-savitur Vareñyaṃ
Bhargo Devasya Dheemahi
Dhiyo Yonaḥ Prachodayāt

[Verse 1]
Breathe

[Verse 2]
Fingers trace the silent air

[Verse 3]
Eyes gather whispers, shaping unseen currents into thought

[Chorus]
Life flows within the vast, weaving threads that link the great to the small

[Bridge]
Om Bhur Bhuvaḥ Suvaha
Tat-savitur Vareñyaṃ
Bhargo Devasya Dheemahi
Dhiyo Yonaḥ Prachodayāt

Om Bhur Bhuvaḥ Suvaha
Tat-savitur Vareñyaṃ
Bhargo Devasya Dheemahi
Dhiyo Yonaḥ Prachodayāt

Eternal Recursion

This is the overture to a journey. The first chapter of a story told in symphony and steel. Welcome to THE OPERA OF ADELHEIDE AND HER HEALING WISDOMS.

"Four Corners of Loss" is the moment of the gathering. Four strangers—two women, two men—arrive from the ends of the map, drawn together by an unspoken grief. Each carries a relic of their past: a key to a house that no longer exists; a picture, burned and torn apart; a father's watch whose hands are frozen in time; a mother's book with pages soaked in tears. They meet in a place where the compass is broken and secrets hide in plain sight.

This track is the first single from a full, four-act Symphonic Metal Opera. It's an epic tale that explores the weight of memory, the burden of unspoken words, and the arduous path toward collective healing. It asks the question: Can our deepest wounds become the source of our greatest strength?

A fusion of crushing metal riffs, soaring orchestral arrangements, and theatrical, narrative vocals creates a cinematic soundscape for a story of loss and redemption.

You are hearing the very beginning. This is the first step in a larger release strategy that will unfold act by act. Follow Beyond & Before Music to experience the full story and discover how the light returns.

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Dies ist die Ouvertüre zu einer Reise. Das erste Kapitel einer Geschichte, erzählt mit symphonischer Wucht und stählerner Härte. Willkommen zu THE OPERA OF ADELHEIDE AND HER HEALING WISDOMS.

"Four Corners of Loss" ist der Moment des Sammelns. Vier Fremde – zwei Männer und zwei Frauen – finden von den Enden der Landkarte zusammen, vereint durch eine unausgesprochene Trauer. Jeder von ihnen trägt ein Relikt seiner Vergangenheit: einen Schlüssel zu einem Haus, das nicht mehr existiert; ein verbranntes, zerrissenes Bild; die Uhr eines Vaters, deren Zeiger in der Zeit eingefroren sind; das Buch einer Mutter, dessen Seiten von Tränen getränkt sind. Sie treffen sich an einem Ort, an dem der Kompass zerbrochen ist und Geheimnisse sich offen verbergen.

Dieser Song ist die erste Single aus einer vollständigen, vieraktigen Symphonic Metal Oper. Es ist eine epische Erzählung über das Gewicht der Erinnerung, die Last ungesagter Worte und den steinigen Weg zur kollektiven Heilung. Die Oper stellt die Frage: Können unsere tiefsten Wunden zur Quelle unserer größten Stärke werden?

Eine Fusion aus brachialen Metal-Riffs, opulenten Orchester-Arrangements und theatralischem, narrativem Gesang erschafft eine cineastische Klanglandschaft für eine Geschichte über Verlust und Erlösung.

Du hörst hier den allerersten Anfang. Dies ist der erste Schritt einer größeren Veröffentlichungsstrategie, die sich Akt für Akt entfalten wird. Folge Beyond & Before Music, um die ganze Geschichte mitzuerleben und zu entdecken, wie das Licht zurückkehrt.

Four Corners of Loss

We recorded once two years ago. Here we are again with a new instrumental produced by Tim Sanders.
https://soundcloud.com/user-486905636

Tim Sanders - Guitars, Keyboards and Drum Arrangements 
Ron Snyder - Guitar
Richard Johnson - Bass

Triple Aces (Instrumental) -  T. Sanders, R. Snyder, R. Johnson (Produced by Tim Sanders)

Halena Morbida is the product of a middle age crisis. It is not about a particular genre, it's about the joy of creating music.

I use Ableton Live 11, Ibanez GIO electric guitar, Harley Benton electric bass guitar, HB acoustic guitar and acoustic bass guitar, Boss ME-80 processor, bongos, tambourine, cajon, and a bunch of different kinds of flutes.
 I am not a musician, I just fool around, while learning how to play my instruments. 
The artwork for the tracks is AI generated and the titles are chosen mostly using the method of free association.
Thank you for listening to my crap! 
Have a nice life while you still have it!