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.

The Final Algorithm

💔🔥 Poison Heart is Scarlet Vane’s explosive scream against toxic love.
A raw and furious track dripping with venom, sarcasm, and chaos.
🎸 Distorted guitars slash through the air, 🥁 pounding drums drive the rage, 👄 fierce female vocals burn with defiance, and gang shouts ignite pure rebellion.
It’s a cathartic anthem of breaking free — loud, rebellious, and unapologetically alive. ⚡

Poison Heart - Scarlet Vane

This song is about the path to knowing yourself and to true Freedom, thanks for listening

Before You Fly

Hypnotic

🜂 SINGULARITY
💿 Final track from the concept album Across The Infinite
🧠 Concept
Singularity is the end of the journey — the moment where distance, time, and identity collapse into one point of becoming.
After crossing vast inner and outer worlds throughout Across The Infinite, the traveler reaches the threshold where expansion can go no further. Here, the infinite does not stretch outward — it folds inward. Everything converges. Everything becomes still.
This track explores transcendence not as escape, but as integration — the realization that the seeker, the journey, and the destination were never separate.
🎧 Sound & Style
A cinematic progressive-metal finale built on scale, gravity, and release.
Expansive guitar layers and evolving rhythmic patterns create a sense of cosmic pull, gradually drawing the listener toward a central, inevitable moment. Ambient textures widen the soundscape while heavier, deliberate passages anchor the piece with emotional weight.
The dynamics are patient and purposeful — motion giving way to clarity, intensity dissolving into unity — mirroring the collapse of infinity into singularity.
🜂 For the Listener
This is not an ending — it’s a convergence.
If you’ve ever chased meaning across distance and time…
If you’ve ever felt the universe grow quieter as understanding deepened…
If you’ve ever realized that becoming whole required letting go —
Singularity is where you arrive.
📖 Album Context
As the final chapter of Across The Infinite, Singularity closes the arc with resolution rather than finality. The infinite is not conquered or escaped — it is understood, and in that understanding, something new begins.

Singularity

🔻 Lyrics

Verse 1:
Voodoo—it's all you do
No charm, no shame
Just a blacked-out truth
Your house of cards, now falling through
Afraid to catch your own eye
Denied, denied, denied
Corrupted mind—no patch in sight
Lost call, lost soul
It's all on you now

Chorus:
I sink down, don't speak up now
Judge this thought, it's all I got
Voices ring but none are loud
Drown this heart, it's turning rot
Sink down under—blame my name
This curse is all I've got
(Sink... sink... sink...)
(Echo: Sink down, sink down...)

Verse 2:
I tried—fuck it
I cried—fuck it
Was sad—fuck it
Was mad—fuck it
I'm glad it's not you I have
Dollars stacked, still not worth the cause
Loops play on, sick repeat
Deleting thoughts like files on heat
Drag and drop—deny and lie

Chorus:
I sink down, don't speak up now
Judge this thought, it's all I got
Voices ring but none are loud
Drown this heart, it's turning rot
Sink down under—blame my name
This curse is all I've got
(Sink... sink... sink...)
(Build: Voices fading, sink...)

Bridge 1:
Waited so long just to see this die
Mind on tour, no rest at night
Pounding chest, no breath left
Just echoes screaming, dreams collapse

Bridge 2:
I don't have our memories anymore
Self-made drip—did the trick
At-home kit, quick snip
Brain wiped, now I'm new—who are you?

Verse 3:
You saw me fall, and waved
Saw my pain, and moved on
Saw my hand, and let it fade
Alone, circling the sink
Begging this drain to drink me
Drugs and sex a way to release

Bridge 3:
People want to talk to fame
Cribs be crazy
Drenched in filth and rich—going once, going twice—your soul is sold, hope he's nice!
Pretend, depend, hang on him
Split spread and bread—was that the plan?
That's how you jam? That's your scam?

Breakdown:
Act layered, but you got nothin' to pull back
Your deep throat tricks: “Look what I can do” and filler tracks
Vocabulary locked on "Brova"— “I know… right”?
Your whole act? Get a mirror, reflect back
Silver spoons and elite waste
Entry-level lies in a plastic case
Sliding doors, fake grace—wide enough to hide a whole damn face
Another bad lay, he tried to pay
Packed nose, benzos—ask him, he knows

Verse 4:
No pact, no chain, no holy name
Just me, a beast, off-leash, untamed
You stitched a wound just to twist the thread
Smiled wide—while I bled in bed
Look at you—wrapped in plastic
Watch me rise while your life folds
My scars? They talk louder than yours
My pain? It kicks down closed doors

Final Chorus:
I sink down—no, I rise now
Carved from pain, I wear the crown
You thought I'd fold, thought I'd drown
But I built a throne from battlegrounds
Sink down? Not anymore
This war? I'm walking out the door
(Rise... rise... rise...)


Outro:
Sink down no more... rise and walk away


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Sink Down Rise

TRAUMA

Lyrics:

Across the vast and empty heavens,
A ghost moon weeps for every rhyme
I wrote while chasing fleeting seconds
That beckon from the edge of time.
Entire oceans turn to dust,
And blot the sun as I engrave
Decaying clouds infused with rust
That drift above my shallow grave.

I lay your ashes on the floor,
And leave before you ask me why,
I stood outside your bedroom door,
When I entombed our final sky.

I see you now, oh, wilting flower,
Your severed wings were left to rot,
As dusk erodes you by the hour,
You claim to be what you are not.
A silent thread begins to fray
Within the cracks of all we knew,
I paint the night in shades of gray,
And bleed a brighter part of you.

I lay your ashes on the floor,
And leave before you ask me why,
I stood outside your bedroom door,
When I entombed our final sky.

I'm flowing through distorted spaces,
I'm turning into specks of sand,
I'm haunted by forgotten faces,
But I no longer find your hand.
Why won't you help me understand?

Why won't you help me understand?

Why won't you help me understand?

Shattered skyline,
(I'm standing on the precipice)
In this timeline,
(I hide inside my chrysalis)
Why do you always ask for more of me?

I lay your ashes on the floor,
And leave before you ask me why,
I stood outside your bedroom door,
When I entombed our final sky.

Ptera

Chrysalis

Unrelinquished Forever

Clouds of Cotton Candy

Concept
The Hunger is the moment the Abyss reveals its true face.
After being lured by familiar voices and memories, the protagonist finally sees the entity that has been stalking him since the moment he crossed the threshold.
It is not a creature of flesh or bone, but a vast, ancient intelligence made of shadow, instinct, and need.
It shapes itself from fear.
It learns from longing.
It feeds on broken hearts and the pieces of the self left unguarded.
“The Hunger” is not just something in the Abyss.
It is the Abyss.
The soundscape is suffocating, immense, and relentless — the embodiment of something that has waited ages for a soul to wander too far from the light.
Visual Concept
The cover art depicts a lone figure facing a colossal shadow-beast, its glowing eyes burning like coals through the darkness.
Volumetric blue lighting reveals only hints of its form:
curling tendrils, jagged silhouettes, a shape too large and too wrong to fully comprehend.
The man stands small, illuminated only by the faint glow around him — a spark of resistance against a world designed to consume him.
This is the instant where fear becomes revelation.
Place in the Album Narrative
At this point in THE ABYSS:
The protagonist has seen memories, ghosts, and illusions.
He has survived predators and temptations.
He has followed a voice he hoped was real.
Now he encounters the truth behind it all:
a being that hungers not for flesh, but for identity, longing, and hope.
This track is the turning point where survival becomes a question of will rather than escape.
For the Listener
Listen in the quiet between notes.
Feel the air tighten around each breath.
Let the weight of the dark press inward.
This is not just a monster.
This is the Abyss…
and it is hungry.

The Hunger

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.