Big Ole Album Vol. 1

All My Friends

Killing Fields

After Ankeny

Autumn's Creepin' In

Cast Iron Skillet

Faceless

[Verse]
She got me under her spell
I don't need a doctor
Baby
You're all I need to get well
She my remedy
She my medicine
She my queen
I'm her king
So let's reign again
And I don't know what I would do without you
Baby
If you're gone
Then I'm gone too
Don't worry 'bout a thing
I'ma be right by your side
Gonna take you for a ride
So
Baby
Get inside

[Chorus]
'Cause
Baby
You make me feel so damn good
So damn good
So damn good
Baby
You make me feel so damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good

[Verse 2]
And when you're feeling down
I'm gonna do what I can to turn it all around
'Cause
Girl
I know when you're feeling stressed
I'ma help you
Baby
'cause I do it the best
And when the sun is going down
And the night has just begun
It's you and me
Let's have some fun
So tell me what you want
And I'll tell you what you need
You're the reason why I breathe
So
Baby
Don't you leave

[Chorus]
'Cause
Baby
You make me feel so damn good
So damn good
So damn good
Baby
You make me feel so damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good
So damn good

Make Me Feel So Damn Good

Better Days

The KiLR Cut is the sound of a legend awakening.
A girl begins as prey, hearing whispers behind her eyes… but every wound shapes her into something colder, sharper, eternal.
These seven tracks follow her evolution into The KiLR:
a supernatural force born from betrayal, static, neon shadows and the frost beneath her skin.
She dances in carnage, rises through myth, and lingers in every dark corner of the story.
This is a tale of rebirth.
A slasher’s crown.
A wound that sings long after the credits fade.

Seven Below

Shadows In The Static

Such Pretty Forks In The Road

Nemesis

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.