No Kings (F__k Tyranny)

Last May

Not A Love Song

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"They lit the fire. I became the flame."

Burn the Witch is a fierce hard rock anthem about the fury of being scapegoated. Gritty female vocals cut through crushing guitars and pounding drums, turning betrayal into raw, unrelenting power.

Burn the Witch

you keep me going
my mind in chains
enslaved 
under your spell
addicted to you 
like nicotine 
and i dont wanna come down 
i don’t wanna come down

the end is here
as time slips away
it all reminds me of you
we are one in the same
like it always was 
like it always was

tonight let’s pretend 
we’re innocent
no hourglass
to countdown towards
a cold relapse 
and i don’t wanna withdrawal 
i don’t wanna withdrawal 

the end is here
as time slips away
it all reminds me of you
we are one in the same
like it always was 
like it always was

say goodbye 
to all that we know
i don’t wanna die
but i’d die for you and i 
i’d die for you and i

nicotine

“Devils at Play” is a chilling exploration of the mind of a psychopath, a character driven by manipulation, chaos, and the hunger to control. The song strips away the mask of charm and exposes the sinister games hiding underneath. With dark, cinematic imagery and unrelenting emotion, it paints the portrait of someone who thrives on destruction, pulling others into their twisted web. At its core, “Devils at Play” isn’t just about evil for its own sake, it’s about the terrifying allure of power without empathy, and the scars left on those caught in its path.

The Devils at Play

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Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/album/4mdTHb6YvHwQEj6jVNlwda?uid=90eef869e85f096eeeba&uri=spotify%3Atrack%3A2TegzJUIRDRxIPb7nKsLll
Apple Music:
https://music.apple.com/us/album/heretic-ep/1841267061

Lyrics:
[Verse]
Knock on the door to your sacred cathedral
The Pope
The Bishop
And the Mother Superior
Father O'Connor and your Saint Francis
Say I don't deserve it
Just get in the basket

[Chorus]
Throw in your stone
God bless your soul
Hey
God bless your soul

[Verse 2]
Got a black hat
Matches my black cat
Naked in the woods
Everybody don't like that
Say I'm crazy
A little unholy
But when you're feeling lonely
Baby
Then you all know me

[Chorus]
Throw in your stone
God bless your soul
Hey
God bless your soul

Heretic

This song is an AI-assisted creation, born from my deep love for the music that shaped me. While no human hands held a guitar or sat at a drum kit to record it, every note, lyric, and arrangement was guided by the echoes of the bands that defined my past. Think of it as a digital homage—a way of keeping alive the energy, emotion, and craft of the artists who once filled arenas and soundtracked my memories. This track isn’t trying to replace them; it’s a love letter to their legacy, reimagined through the tools of today. What you hear is the past and the future colliding, paying respect to the timeless spirit of rock that still refuses to fade.

Sunnyside Up

Genre: Alternative Rock / Edm-Infused Alt-Rock / Satirical Rock
Description: A Sarcastic, High-Energy Alt-Rock Track With Edm Flourishes. It Lampoons Modern Outrage Culture, Petty Social Conflicts, And Absurd Drama. Distorted Guitars, Glitchy Synths, And Punchy Percussion Back The Satirical, Theatrical Delivery, While Melodic Hooks Balance Chaos With Accessibility.

Style Of Music: Satirical Alt-Rock With Pop-Punk Energy, Cinematic Guitar Riffs, Glitchy Synth Layers, Edm-Infused Drops, Layered Vocals, And Playful Melodic Hooks.

Offended

“Dreams Beneath the Void” is a Lovecraftian cycle of sound — hymns to the drowned, the masked, and the blind god who dreams the universe into being. Three tracks exploring oceanic abyss, crawling chaos, and the cosmic sleep that unravels all. Listen close, before the void awakens.

Drowned in the Deep

Vorynth | One Mind. Many Voices.

Vorynth isn’t a face on a stage or a voice behind a mic.
Vorynth is an entity—born of myth, rage, and the raw digital void.
There are no live shows. No performances. Only the music.

The voices you hear are digitally sculpted, but the vision is entirely mine.
I write the lyrics, direct the sound, and craft the models that carry my words.
Tools like Suno are my instruments—ways to turn grief, fury, and hope into something you can feel.

Vorynth speaks in many voices, but thinks with one.
Though I’ve yet to reveal my true voice—waiting for the courage of my Helios, my destiny—
I give you this music to break with, heal with, and become.

Vorynth exists in the digital. But lives in the real.
This is not performance. This is expression.