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Lyrics:
Turn the lights down let me think clearly 
Everything is such a blur these days 
Made the right sound
Finally you hear me 
Think I’m feeling ok

But it’s so hard to grasp the changes 
It’s so hard to find my pride
Diving deeper into madness 
Anything it takes to feel alive

Well we can’t go back
We don’t know where to begin 
All the life drains out
We can’t try making amends 
Even though I’m trying my best 
Doing all I can
As you might have guessed 
I don’t know how to pretend
I can’t accept that the past is dead

Open up now give me some feeling 
Took a chance threw it all away
It’s a wreck now nobody’s healing 
How the hell can I stay

When it’s so hard to grasp the changes 
It’s so hard to find my pride
Diving deeper into madness 
Anything it takes to feel alive

I can’t accept that the past is dead 


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Below

The Past is Dead

Waiting On The Sky To Change

Hard Reset

Hate Me

The Word Alive - Hate Me (ft Loveless)

ELEVATE

NEVER BE LIKE YOU

Fake

Bad Dreams (feat. Of Virtue)

ALESTI - Beginning Of The End (feat. True North)

A man falsely imprisoned claws his way out and unleashes vengeance on those who destroyed his life.

Vindicated in Flames

Beaconwake out now!

Fragile, but unbroken.
Every scar remembers. Every fracture glows in the dark.

Glassheart is the first signal from the upcoming Searpetal album Beaconwake — a story of finding love in the static and holding on through the storm.

Full album arriving soon.
Stay tuned for the next signal.

—

Released via Phantomline Records — © 2025 Phantomline Records

Glassheart

I struck the match, watched my whole past collapse,
Empty pages in my diary, memories redact.
Everybody ghosted, but that’s on me and what I lack.
Fam cut ties, bridges burned, massive cracks.
Don’t fuckin’ ask, I’m drowning, lungs collapse.
My life is a body bag, zipped up, only black.

-Chorus-
Face the devil with this dagger; eyes locked, fitna clash.
He attacks, ribs cracked, heart bleedin’, deep gash ->
Counter attack, I stab back, make it rain; bloodbath.
Fuckin’ mid, motherfucker. Gut pierced. Got him down. Bad.
Bro slashes, breathin’ fire. Scarred up. Won’t heal back.
On one knee, bleedin’ out. High key, run up on ’em fast.
Fitna pass out but I cut deep, make his fuckin’ lungs collapse.
We charge for the final blow. 
This is my comeback!


They had my burial, no funeral. In the depths, my life began.
Now I’m a thousand miles away, I thought I had motion.
Leaky life raft, rough waters, deep ocean.
Holy fuck! Man overboard! 
Fuck that shit I’m drownin’!
Save me from these waves, can’t fight ’em, Newton’s Law wins.
Fever dreams, many options, don’t know what’s important.
So many fucking options, still searching for ambition.
Locked out on this splintered terrace, I’m fitna jump, free fallin’.
So deep underwater, no one can hear me no more.
Straight fucked in this bitch...
Lost the war.
Bruh, it’s like I don’t know who I am anymore!

Lost my soul, left it rotting on the seafloor.


Is anybody there? Does anybody care?
Long for the days when the one you love stays there.

-Chorus-
Face the devil with this dagger; eyes locked, fitna clash.
He attacks, ribs cracked, heart bleedin’, deep gash.
Counter attack, I stab back, make it rain; bloodbath.
Fuckin’ mid, motherfucker. Gut pierced. 
Got him down. Bad.
Bro slashes, breathin’ fire. Scarred up. Won’t hold back.



Empty home, empty pride, and hollow inside.
Every choice I made felt like slow suicide.
Bodies on the floor but it’s me crucified,
Fever dreams bled red, nowhere left to hide,
Knee deep in the shit. No one left. Can’t confide.
My name forgotten. My presence denied.
Kept tellin’ myself: “From this, you’ll never survive.”
Watch me flip tha script. Though I’m barely alive!

Is anybody there? Does anybody care?
Long for the days when the one you love stays there.

Is anybody there? Does anybody care?
Long for the days when the one you love stays there.

-Chorus-
Face the devil with this dagger; eyes locked, fitna clash.
He attacks, ribs cracked, heart bleedin’ 
Don't go.
Blade in this hand
This the final draw.
Push past my limits. Time to end it. Strike true! I collapse, but made the fucker fall!
I get up and stumble forward. Nothing can stop me any more.
Yet as I walk this new path, I wonder if these trials mean "us", at all!

THIS IS MY COMEBACK!

Bet, I've walked through fire.
Stood out in the rain.
And I've been reminded.
That I have everything to gain.

So let me tell you what's up.
I persevered through the pain.
If you hit rock bottom. 
Find something you love.
And you'll be repaid.
Find the things you love.
You'll never fall again.

THIS IS MY FUCKING COMBACK!
ONLY MYSELF IN MY WAY!
AND IF ANY TRIES TO STOP ME,
THEY WILL CURSE THAT DAY!

I WILL FUCK THEM UP!

This Is My Comeback?

 Collapse Into Glory is a post-hardcore descent into sacred fire—twelve tracks forged from scripture, silence, and rebellion. It’s a record of prophets and prisoners, of altars that don’t burn and crowns earned through blood. Each song confronts the tension between spectacle and truth, between riot and whisper, between the blade and the breath that follows.

 This isn’t worship—it’s war. From the wilderness to the grave, from temptation to transfiguration, the album walks through collapse to find what’s holy in the wreckage. It’s for the faithful who scream, bleed, and rise. Glory doesn’t come clean—it comes through fire.


No Crown Without Fire

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