It's dark outside, the undead call for me.
Beyond the window, animalistic instincts guide their way.
But they cant see, only walls between them and me.
This war is pointless.
For every brain I destroy, an army of the dead pushes forward.
Pushing forwards.
Should I die?
I pray they don't find me.
I walk this land alone, the world I knew is dead.
Crowbar in hand, covered in blood and flesh.
I pray they don't find me, an army of the dead pushes forward.
Pushing forwards.
Should I die?
I pray they don't find me.
I walk this land alone, the world I knew is dead.

Reanimate

One-man project. A lot of melodic reefs with a share of the experiment. Texts carry my thoughts and experiences (so they are in Russian).

Sometimes I try to make music as I teach myself to write, play and produce.
I have no idea what I'm doing but I attempt to play guitar, drums and do vocals anyway.
My focus is on metal but I sometimes make instrumental stuff, play with samples and on the rare occasion mess with rap.
All songs are produced by myself. (Not very well either)

Reanimate

Knowthing