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🎸 VORYNTH (Self-Titled Album)
Blues-rock, reborn in fire and digital myth.
Debut album from UK-based queer artist Vorynth: raw riffs, soulful storytelling, and bold, myth-soaked lyrics collide in anthems of defiance and transformation.

Crafted in creative partnership with Suno’s advanced vocal AI, each track is an intimate rebellion against silence, chronic illness, and conformity. From the fierce journey of "Devil’s Highway" to the reflective power of "Fourteen Fourteen", this self-titled release turns personal scars into sonic strength.

Blues. Myth. Identity. Amplified.

Written & Performed by Vorynth.
Vocals powered by Suno AI, custom-trained to amplify my authentic voice.

When life said no stage—music found another way.

Better Than Asking

Portal 111

[Intro]
Didn’t need wings… just your hands.

[Verse]
You lit a smoke, I lit a prayer
Two men, two ghosts, breathing heavy air
Your voice was quiet but it moved like grace
Like truth with stubble on its face

You didn’t preach, you didn’t lie
Just held the silence when I’d cry
No stained glass, no book of psalms
Just callused fingers and steady palms

[Chorus]
Drag me to heaven, don’t let go
You saw my wreckage and held me slow
Didn’t promise light, just stayed the night
And sometimes that’s what saves a soul

No hallelujahs, no white light
Just your breath breaking up my fight
If this is sin, then let it stay
'Cause I found peace your way

[Verse]
I wore the mask, the world approved
Played it tough, but damn—I bruised
You didn’t flinch when I came undone
Just kissed the parts I used to run

No need for angels in this bed
You spoke redemption soft instead
It wasn’t loud, but it was true
The kind of love that pulls you through

[Chorus]
Drag me to heaven, don’t let go
You saw my wreckage and held me slow
Didn’t promise light, just stayed the night
And sometimes that’s what saves a soul

No hallelujahs, no white light
Just your breath breaking up my fight
If this is sin, then let it stay
'Cause I found peace your way

[Bridge]
There’s grace in the way you never asked
For me to change, or hide, or pass
You loved the man, not some idea
And made the dark less sharp, less near

[Final Chorus]
Drag me to heaven, if we fall
At least I’ve touched something at all
No angels sang, no fire came
Just you—unchanged—and I the same

If there’s a heaven, it starts like this:
A steady hand, a breath, a kiss
No holy books, no saints above
Just two men, and enough love

[Outro]
You didn’t save me…
You showed me I was worth saving.

Drag Me to Heaven

Half A Pillow Full (of Whiskey and Sass)

Not Your In-Between

Devil's Highway

Vorynth – The Noise They Can’t Kill

The Noise They Can’t Kill is an anthem for the overlooked and the over-silenced — a record that claws through censorship, scapegoating, and control with defiance in every note. Across ten tracks, Vorynth builds a cathedral of sound out of static, distortion, and rebellion, reminding us: “Stop punching down, start looking up.”

From the digital fury of 404_Freedom Not Found to the sing-along bite of Scapegoat Season, the chaotic distortion of Signal Jammer, and the apocalyptic climax of The Final Algorithm, the album weaves protest and catharsis into one unstoppable surge. The title track, The Noise They Can’t Kill, stands as a manifesto — a reminder that voices raised together can outlast any machine.

This isn’t just noise. It’s survival. It’s rebellion. It’s the sound they can’t erase.

Scapegoat Season

Paper Guillotine

A trilogy of sarcasm, survival, and fire. From confrontation to camp defiance to quiet sovereignty — Complaint Department is my receipt for every stomp, glare, and passive-aggressive war waged at my door. Filed, stamped, and burned.i

Didn't Ask For That

Meta-artist forging ritual sound from myth, grief, and code.

Vorynth isn’t a face on a stage or a voice behind a mic.
Vorynth is an entity — born from myth, rage, and the 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 shape the models that carry my words.
Tools like Suno and Audacity are my instruments — ways to transmute grief, fury, and hope into something you can feel.

Every waveform is hand-shaped, every emotion intentional.
Vorynth speaks in many voices but thinks with one.

I offer this music to break with, to heal with, to become.

Vorynth is a meta-artist: existing in the digital, but living in the real.
This is not performance. This is expression.