Not A Love Song

The crown may glitter, but it’s nothing but rust beneath. Drama Queen is gothic metal sharpened into a blade; riffs that slash, drums that thunder, and vocals dripping with venom.

This track is about control, chaos, and the downfall of those who thrive on manipulation. It’s heavy, theatrical, and unapologetically raw; the sound of a false queen exposed and dethroned.


Lyrics:

GET THE FUCK UP!

I can feel the world inside me
Ashes floating pain inviting
I can’t rest, yet I am sleeping
Crying, dying by your teasing
Never silent, always weeping

I can hear you all around me
My heart is bleeding
Scarcely beating
Insane tempting
You’re so revealing

If you only knew
You taught me the truth behind what was real
But if you only knew,
You taught me all too well the fear to tell what I feel

Please sit with me in broken memory, give a point to such wasted misery. This ache has become so suffocating, annihilation can be so frustrating, when it's berating. I found I'm still hating...

The memories never seem to fade, reminding me I fell for the charade, but I'm not dismayed; I was only ever betrayed by the fucking games you played.

I have so many things to say so that the memorial to you can fade away.

If you only knew 
How paralyzed I was by all the things that went wrong.
But if you only knew
How satisfied I am by knowing that you’re gone.

If you only knew
That hanging by that thread, I only wanted to be me
But if you only knew,
The nicest thing you ever did was set my heart and my soul free

If you only knew
You taught me the truth behind what was real
But if you only knew,
You taught me all too well the fear to tell what I feel

This is the last bridge to you I have left to burn,
But take joy, my dear – you helped me live and learn

SO GET THE FUCK OUT!

If you only knew
You taught me the truth behind what was real
But if you only knew,
You taught me all too well the fear of telling what I feel

Drama Queen

Breaking Me Down

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[Intro – Haunting Music Box + Distorted Synths]
(A faint melody plays, warped and detuned — like an old carnival tune glitching out.)

> Echoes of a song divine…
Lost inside the crooked line…
Calliope sings through the haze…
A requiem of fractured days.



(Music box twists into bass swell → guitar slam)

[Verse 1 – Melodic Rock Vocals]
Shadows dance in a neon glow,
Whispers follow where I go,
Every note’s a fractured lie,
A melody that will not die.


[Pre-Chorus – Rising Tension]
Broken voices in disguise,
Stories carved behind the eyes,
Haunted chords that intertwine,
This is the song of Calliope’s mind.


[Chorus – Dubstep Drop + Heavy Guitars]
⚡ DROP ⚡
Calliope sings, the silence breaks,
A thousand dreams the system takes,
Through the static, through the sound,
A haunted voice still pulls me down.


[Verse 2 – Screamed / Aggressive Vocals]
Glitching choirs in the night,
Twisting wrong into what feels right,
Every rhythm laced with pain,
A song of loss — a dark refrain.


[Bridge – Dubstep x Metal Breakdown]
(Glitched vocal sample: “Ca–lli–o–pe…”)
Drop → silence → drop harder.

(Screamed chant)

> Burn the stage, ignite the flame!
Calliope will sing my name!


⚡ Bass growls collide with carnival-like synth arpeggios, guitars chug in sync ⚡

[Chorus – Layered Vocals / Screams + Melody]
Calliope sings, the silence breaks,
A thousand dreams the system takes,
Through the static, through the sound,
A haunted voice still pulls me down.


[Outro – Music Box Returns, Fading]
(A lone, distorted calliope melody plays, echoing and bending into static…)

> Her voice remains…
In broken refrains…
Calliope… sings in chains.



(Final bass thump fades into eerie silence.)

Calliope

Edge Of Yesterday

Departure Delayed

libretto:
Rise, my ghosts of embered grace,
Paint your scars across this place.
The ashes march where angels fell,
And every step resounds like hell.


The silence bends  it starts to sing,
This requiem crowns the broken king.


Burn it louder, tear the sky!
Every scream a reason why!
We are the choir, the damned, the flame,
The world forgot  but we remain!


The throne is dust, the crown decayed,
Yet still the rhythm won’t obey.
The drums of ruin pound like fate,
And I am both  the storm, the gate.

The dead still hum beneath my skin,
Their hymn becomes my discipline.


Burn it louder, tear the sky!
Every scream a reason why!
We are the choir, the damned, the flame,
The world forgot , but we remain!


Rise - fall - break - become!
Rise - fall - break - become!

Let the requiem reign - the ashes are mine!


Burn it louder, the heavens cry!
Every wound a lullaby!
We are the end, the crown, the sign -
Ashes ascend - the throne is mine!

Requiem

You called us evil, marked us insane,  
Banished by your faith in pain.  
You built your virtue out of fear,  
Yet every curse drew us near.  
You damned our names—and made us real,  
Your hate became the forge of steel.  

Demon

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.

Techno-Gore

linez (nesxs x affliction)

trap,techno,drill,edm.rap,trance
généré par IA 

écran en feu.2.0.mp3

Vorynth isn’t a voice borrowed — it’s a voice transformed.
Not a band. Not a mask. A force.

Born from myth, rage, and the digital void, Vorynth is the sonic avatar of Harry R — a UK-based lyricist forging genre-defiant anthems through fire, grief, rebellion, and healing. Every track is a ritual. Every word is earned.

The sound shifts — blues-rock ballads, punk-charged catharsis, darkwave confessionals — because truth has no single genre.
All vocal performances originate from my own recorded voice — digitally sculpted and reshaped with tools like Suno and Audacity. No voice cloning. No impersonation. Just human emotion amplified through code.

This is music as metamorphosis: expression louder than ego.
Every waveform hand-shaped. Every emotion intentional.

There are no stages here. No pretend personas. Only the art.
I write the lyrics. I forge the sound. I am the voice and the spark that drives it.

△ No gods. No kings. No genre cages.
Just one mind. Many voices. Infinite rage.

Join the myth. Feel the burn.
Welcome to the multiverse of Vorynth.