Forged

Lyrics 


Radiator hums in a midnight flat,
cup gone cold and the screen is black.
Four bare walls and a buzzing light,
I count the seconds just to prove I’m alive.


If silence is a snowfall in my chest,
I’ll breathe a path through the drift, step by step.


No where to go, no one to call,
but I won’t let go when the ceilings fall.
I’ll hold this breath till the night lets go—
no where to go, but I still go.


Empty inbox like an empty street,
voices in the hallway never speak.
Small talk ghosts in the grocery line,
I fake a smile just to buy some time.


My name is just a whisper to the room—
I say it back so it won’t be consumed.


No where to go, no one to call,
but I won’t let go when the ceilings fall.
I’ll hold this breath till the night lets go—
no where to go, but I still go.


Count to four, feel your feet, let the air come clean.
Open the door, let the hallway breathe.
If the weight comes back like a winter storm,
take my hand in the dark—we weather it warm.


Hold on! Don’t let go!
Head up! Ride the low!


No where to go, but I won’t fold—
there’s a turn ahead that I can’t see yet.
If there’s a dawn behind this road,
light me a spark—I’ll follow it.


Till morning taps the window frame.

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Shadows of Samhain

"The Architect of Flesh" - This track reveals the full extent of Crowe’s curse. Through the Codex Umbralis, his body becomes more than a vessel—it is remade as a living temple for the entity. Each scar, each wound, each murder was not random but part of a grand design: the construction of a gateway through flesh itself. The lyrics shift between Crowe’s horrified awareness and the entity’s triumphant proclamation, with Abberline beginning to realize that his partner’s body has been transformed into the ritual’s foundation. The tragedy deepens: Crowe is no longer simply possessed, but restructured, his humanity overwritten into architecture for something that wants to step fully into the world.

[Intro]
[CROWE]
Through time's deep cracks, the syllables creep,
Older than stars, in shadows they sleep.
Tongues forged in ash, etched deep in stone,
I form their shapes—but not alone.

[Verse 1]
[CROWE]
My veins they ink the script unseen,
My skin’s the parchment where gods convene.
Dreams carve diagrams in red,
Ancient glyphs where blood has bled.

I thought the words could give me sight,
Instead they claimed my shape outright.
The marrow twists, the tendons bind,
A temple raised from flesh and mind.

[Pre-Chorus]
[CROWE]
I thought I searched, but I was found,
A vessel forged, a soul now bound.
The Codex spoke, the lines were sown—
It carved a frame that’s not my own.

[Chorus]
[CROWE]
The architect of flesh claims and binds,
My blood the blueprint, my bones the lines.
The architect of flesh, design complete,
Through me it builds what can’t be beat.

[ENTITY]
Flesh is mine… design complete…

[Post-Chorus]
[CROWE]
Carved in marrow… etched in breath…
Life remade… through living death.

[Verse 2]
[CROWE]
Its script carved deep in bone and vein,
An edifice built through sacred pain.
My heart tolls like a chapel’s bell,
My skull the doorway, my ribs the shell.

It spoke in tongues my lips betrayed,
Each vow a stone the temple laid.
I was the seeker, now I’m clay—
Shaped by hands that won’t decay.

[Pre-Chorus]
[CROWE]
I thought I searched, but I was found,
A vessel forged, a soul now bound.
The Codex claimed, the patterns pressed—
It made my body manifest.

[Chorus (Variation)]
[CROWE]
The architect of flesh, no will, no choice,
My frame the altar, my throat its voice.
The architect of flesh, design fulfilled,
The door now opens, the blood is spilled.

[ENTITY]
Blood is spilled! Flesh is mine!

[Bridge]
[ABBERLINE] “What curse is this?”
[ENTITY] (Your partner’s skin)

[ABBERLINE] “He bleeds, he breaks—”
[ENTITY] (He builds, he makes.)

[ABBERLINE] “This path consumes!”
[ENTITY] (Through him I bloom!)

[ABBERLINE] “His soul, undone—”
[ENTITY] (The work begun!)

[Breakdown
[ENTITY]
Not man, not god—but what survives,
A temple built from living lives.
No silence left, no voice, no rest—
Only the Codex, carved in flesh.

[Final Chorus]
[CROWE]
The architect of flesh—I can’t resist,
Each breath a stone, each wound its fist.
The architect of flesh—design aligned,
Through me it builds, through me confined.

[ENTITY]
Through you confined… design aligned!

[Extended Outro]
[CROWE]
These hands were mine… (no longer mine…)
This breath was mine… (lost to design…)
This life was mine… (crossed the line…)
The temple stands… and I’m confined.

[ENTITY]
“Zorath’nim… Mor’thak keleth…”

Heartbeat slows, silence.


The Architect of Flesh

Split In Two

The song "An Ounce of Will" by Wayne Mathison is a powerful anthem about resilience, inner strength, and the transformative power of determination. Using a blend of psychedelic-prog-blues musical styles, it portrays the struggle against adversity—symbolized by mountains, storms, and heavy chains—as a test of willpower. The recurring motif of "an ounce of will" represents the small but critical measure of resolve needed to overcome challenges, turn scars into strength, and rise above defeat. The lyrics emphasize personal agency, with the narrator refusing to yield to fear or external pressures, instead choosing to forge their path through pain and perseverance. The imagery of fire, climbing, and breaking through night underscores a journey of self-empowerment and the enduring impact of steadfast courage.

An Ounce of Will

Broken Bottles & Wild Nights

Track 1 from my new album Shadows Unveiled 

1. Blind to the Blade

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You Said

He walks with a fire in his chest,
Speaking truths that put hearts to the test.
The weight of the times on his hands,
Yet he stands for the soul of the land.

An American saint, standing tall in the fight,
Holding the torch, keeping faith in the light.
An American saint, unafraid of the night,
With truth as his weapon, he stands for the fight.

Raise up the flag, let the thunder proclaim,
The faith of the few can ignite the flame.

Guiding the lost with a compass of steel,
He dares to believe, he dares to reveal.
No will can bend, no force can restrain,
Because freedom runs deep in his veins.

An American saint, standing tall in the fight,
Holding the torch, keeping faith in the light.
An American saint, unafraid of the night,
With truth as his weapon, he stands for the fight.

An American saint, standing tall in the fight,
Holding the torch, keeping faith in the light.
An American saint, unafraid of the night,
With truth as his weapon, he stands for the fight.

Stand up — hold the line
Stand strong — this is our time
One voice, one faith
Led by, the American saint


Broken Bottles & Wild Nights

Jose Luis Cuenca Music

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