Instrumental cover of Stranded by Gojira, by Joey Ortega

Stranded -- Gojira

Basalt Crown – (1995) Serrated Silence – Shadowflash [S01]

What's Her Name

twin-guitar harmonies, heavy blues-rock foundations and straightforward hard rock power and groove-driven rhythms with grunge and punk influences

Concrete Chains

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.

Virus For The Hate Machine

The Last Slice Of Life

Genesis 3:1–7, 14–15

The serpent whispers, the fruit is taken, and humanity’s story fractures. This song traces the deception in Eden, the curse upon creation, and the first promise that the seed of the woman will one day crush the serpent’s head. The battlefield of history begins here.

LYRICS

Intro

The garden breathes in silence,
A river of gold through emerald veins.
But in the shade, a voice coils low,
Whispers slither where the cool winds blow.

Verse 1

“Has God truly said?” the shadow hisses,
Eyes fixed on the fruit forbidden.
A spark of doubt, a seed of flame,
Desire dressed in a holy name.

Pre-Chorus 

Sweet on the tongue,
Eyes opened wide.
Naked in shame,
The truth denied.

Chorus 

Bite of the shadow, venom divine,
Eden is fractured, undone by the lie.
Cursed is the ground, torn by the fall,
Blood on the soil will answer the call.

Verse 2

Eyes unveiled, yet veiled in night,
They hide from love, they flee from light.
The serpent grins, the crown is lost,
The world enslaved at infinite cost.

Pre-Chorus

Thorns now grow,
Sweat and pain.
Dust to dust,
Ash remains.

Chorus

Bite of the shadow, venom divine,
Eden is fractured, undone by the lie.
Cursed is the ground, torn by the fall,
Blood on the soil will answer the call.

Bridge

“The seed of the woman shall crush your head,
Though you strike His heel in dread.
The shadow rises, the promise stands —
Salvation born from wounded hands.”

Final Chorus

Bite of the shadow, yet light will shine,
Eden is fractured, but hope survives.
The curse proclaimed, the promise still calls,
The serpent undone — redemption for all.

Outro

The garden weeps, the gates now close,
The shadow lingers, the exile knows.
But in the ashes, a fire ignites —
The dawn of war, the birth of light.

Eden's Shadow

Hands That Hold the World is a raw, emotional post-hardcore journey through the human experience of sacrifice, faith, and resilience. From the quiet pain of loss to the roaring defiance of the heart, each track tells a story of individuals facing unimaginable trials—mothers giving everything for their children, elders forgotten yet honored, young lives confronting violence, and souls finding redemption through faith in Christ.

The album confronts grief, injustice, and societal pressures head-on, while ultimately celebrating the strength of the human spirit and the power of love, selflessness, and unwavering faith. With soaring choruses, blistering breakdowns, and hauntingly intimate moments, Hands That Hold the World is both a tribute and a call to honor those who give themselves fully to others, holding the world steady with their courage and compassion.

When the World Demands Silence

Loudest Common Denominator

Sinner

Wait and Bleed

Staind - Mudshovel

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.