All Fine / Enif Lla

Puppet

Stain The Canvas - Puppet (Ft. Get Scared)

CARNAL

ANGEL SONG (feat. David Draiman)

Ice Nine Kills - Me, Myself & Hyde

FRIENDS LIKE YOU

The world had already ended by the time he opened his eyes.

Ash blanketed the ground like a second sky fallen to earth, and the air tasted of iron and forgotten prayers. Smoke coiled above shattered mountains, and nothing moved but the slow drift of dust over the bones of empires. He didn’t remember his name — only that he had survived when so many had not.

"Keep walking" a voice echoed faintly in his mind. "So long as you move, you exist."

And so he walked. Across silent battlefields where rusted swords lay buried beneath ash, through cities whose towers stood hollow and broken like the ribs of a dying beast. His feet seemed to know the path before his mind could recall why he followed it.

At the edge of the wastelands, he found her — the woman in white, her cloak torn, her eyes burning with the last fire left in the world. Once, they called her the Savior. Now, she stood before the ruins of her own legend.

"You came back" he rasped.

"I never left" she replied, her eyes fixed on the burning horizon. "This is the kingdom I built… and the grave I deserve."

She turned, and with a simple gesture, the horizon caught fire.

And still, he walked.

Through blackened forests and across frozen rivers that no longer flowed. Among the ruins, he met the last king, crownless, seated on a broken throne.

"Why stay here?" he asked.

"To remember", the king answered. "If I leave, all of this will be forgotten. And if no one remembers… did we ever exist at all?"

Before he could reply, the ground trembled. From the cracks of the dying earth, a hunger emerged, wearing familiar faces and calling with voices that no longer belonged to the living.

"Come to us. Rest. Forget."

He turned his back on them and kept moving.

As the final dawn broke — a pale light before endless night—ash fell again. The gods were long gone, their temples swallowed by time. Only the dead moved freely now, and even they seemed lost.

Yet he pressed on, his steps heavier with each breath.

"Why am I still here?" he wondered.

And then he remembered — a promise made before the fires, a life that once held meaning.

Far from war and ruin, he reached the last sanctuary. Bodies hung in perfect stillness, bound in ritual silence. Their faces were calm, their struggle long abandoned. Above them loomed faceless gods — cold and waiting.

"Is this the end?" he thought. "A world without struggle… without hope?"

In that silence, something ancient stirred. Not with fury, but with presence so absolute that even the air refused to move.

Without words, it asked: "Will you kneel?"

He stood still, then stepped forward—not to surrender, but to rise.

Because even in the face of the end, he chose awakening.

ASHEN MAJESTY

FREEDOM TRILOGY — A Cinematic Requiem for the Soul

20 tracks. 3 parts. One truth: Freedom isn’t free.

This album isn’t about rebellion through rage. It’s about liberation through understanding.
An orchestral journey through the fractured corridors of the human mind, identity, and soul.
Not deathcore this time — this is symphonic metal with heart. Choirs, cinematic strings, and whispered truths echo through every piece.

🎧 Part I: The Fallacy of Freedom
The illusion we were born into. Questions rise. The walls close in.

“What if freedom is just another cage?”

🎧 Part II: The Inner War
The dialogue between who you were and who you need to become.

“If you can’t believe in yourself… believe in the you that still does.”

🎧 Part III: The Rise
Hope, clarity, and the vow to rise — not through anger, but through purpose.

“I may kill my humanity, if that’s what it takes… but I will never kill my will.”

🧠 Inspired by:

Attack on Titan’s freedom dilemma

To Be Hero X’s identity paradox

Real battles for self-mastery, ego death, and rebirth

📜 Tracklist highlights:

“THE SEA” — Would we finally be free?

“AVERAGE” — You were never average, they just couldn’t see your soul.

“THE VOW” — When you dream big, you come alive.

“A SLAVE TO THE IMAGE” — Modern freedom is filtered through a screen.

🎻 Expect:

Grand cinematic arrangements

Ambient orchestral storytelling

Poetic spoken word & monologue interplay

Just enough breakdowns to echo the inner struggle

No scream for the sake of screaming — every moment has meaning

💔 For those navigating purpose, identity, faith, or fear.
This is the quiet scream.
The calm resistance.
The vow to rise without shouting.



Average (P1)

Ice Nine Kills - Bloodbath & Beyond

ICE NINE KILLS | Every Trick In The Book | CD RIP

For the Dearly Departed

Casanova (C'est La Vie)

Stabbing In The Dark -Ice Nine Kills (Nightcore)

Those-who-slay-together-stay

LEMONKASHA isn’t just music—it’s an evolving organism, a living pulse of sound where AI and human emotion merge to create something entirely new. This project defies categories, bending raw intensity and precision into a soundscape that feels like a glitch in reality itself.

Here, algorithms don’t replace creativity—they amplify it. Every track is a conversation between machine-driven chaos and deeply instinctive artistry, sculpting an experience that’s unpredictable, immersive and alive.

This isn’t the future of music—it’s the breaking point between what’s been done and what’s never been imagined. LEMONKASHA is the anomaly. The signal within the noise. The next frequency waiting to be discovered.