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Engines of ruin

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[Verse]
Sinking deep in shadows, mind's a stormy shipwreck,
Thoughts cut through the silence, razor's edge, no rest.
Veins filled with fury, darkness in the chest,
Through the echoes of the abyss, THIS is my quest.

[Verse 2 x2]
Demons dance in fire, souls in twisted form,
Claws of my regrets, grip me in the swarm.
Eyes see only carnage, heart beaten and torn,
In the belly of the beast, reborn from the scorn.

[Chorus]
Rise from the ashes, hear the whispers scream,
Pain feeds resistance, forging iron from a dream.
Echoes haunt the caverns, down to my bloodstream,
Struggle breathes persistence, nothing's as it seems.

[Bridge]
Chains that bound my spirit, shattered by my pride,
Walking through the shadows, fears have nowhere to hide.
Echoes from the abyss, draw strength from inside,
Through the valley of the void, no more tears to bide.

[Verse 3]
Broken mirrors trace scars, reflection shows the fickle,
Life's a twisted maze, sharp as a sickle.
From the depths of my despair, rise with a chuckle,
Grit and inner strength, building from the rubble.

[Chorus]
Rise from the ashes, hear the whispers scream,
Pain feeds resistance, forging iron from a dream.
Echoes haunt the caverns, down to my bloodstream,
Struggle breathes persistence, nothing's as it seems.

Echoes of the Abyss

Where am I

WHERE AM I

Each song follows the narrator’s descent into Hell, experiencing different forms of suffering that mirror modern life.

Wrath – "Boiling Blood" - The souls of the angry, forever drowning in violence.

Lyrics:

[Spoken Intro]
"The pressure builds..."
"Veins like wires, twisting tight..."
"Hold it back... but not for long."

[Verse 1]
Step by step, hold your breath,
Tension coils inside your chest.
Neon shadows, fractured screens,
A world unhinged by silent screams.

[Pre-Chorus]
Hold it back—
Grip too tight—
Eyes like glass—
Knuckles white!

[Chorus]
BOIL! BLEED! BURN IT OUT!
SINK! CHOKE! NO WAY OUT!
RAGE! BREAK! LET IT GO!
PRESSURE! BUILDS! 

[Post-Chorus]
Lie beneath the water,
Withdrawn into a black sulkiness...
No joy in God or man or the universe" 
"Still burning... still breaking..."
"But never stopping..."

[Verse 2]
Sparks ignite behind your teeth,
A world devoured by its grief.
Hollow eyes, a digital pyre,
Click to consume—FEED THE FIRE!

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Hold it back—
Grip too tight—
Eyes like glass—
Knuckles white!

[Chorus 2]
BOIL! BLEED! BURN IT OUT!
SINK! CHOKE! NO WAY OUT!
RAGE! BREAK! LET IT GO!
PRESSURE! BUILDS! LOSE CONTROL!

[Post-Chorus 2]
At the surface of the foul marsh,
Hatred and snarl one another
Unable even to express... rage, chokes!
"Still burning... still breaking..."
"But never stopping..."

[Breakdown]
"LET IT BURN!"
"LET IT BURN!"
"Let... it... bu... rrrnnn..."

[Spoken Word Section]
"They promised control..."
"But you never had a choice."
"The fire was inside you... all along."

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus]
BOIL! BLEED! BURN IT OUT!
SINK! CHOKE! NO WAY OUT!
RAGE! BREAK! LET IT GO!
PRESSURE! BUILDS! LOSE CONTROL!

[Post-Chorus]
"Still burning... still breaking..."
"But never stopping..."

[Lyrical Outro]
"You can’t stop the fire..."
"You never could..."
"It was always inside you..."

Boiling Blood

BITTER PILL

This time, the ancient gods of Mesopotamia rise from the sands of forgotten empires. Inanna and Enki reclaim their thrones as echoes of a world long lost resound through the ages.

This is my personal favorite track from the entire album. It captures the essence of ancient power and mystical energy like no other. Hope you feel the same magic I did creating it.

More to come on Patreon https://www.patreon.com/c/lore_riffs?redirect=true

Echoes of Mesopotamia

Rise Above

Pieces Of Me

FATHER

Chapter IV “Event Horizon Collapse”


Return Signal

For a moment, it felt like victory.

The Anthem had united millions. Creator drones fell. Fleets reclaimed orbit. Survivors dared to whisper a forbidden word again, hope.


Then came the return signal.


A ripple spread through space, not light or sound, but a vibration that made stars flicker and blood boil. Sensors flagged it as background radiation… until the readings inverted.


Dormant black holes began to breathe.

Event horizons expanded like lungs exhaling annihilation.

Reality itself started to rewrite from the inside out.


The Great Folding


Universe 11 fell first. Its suns dimmed. Orbits warped. Entire fleets were dragged backward into nothing.


The Harrowguard tried to flee, but gravity had turned against them.

The Creators no longer needed armies, they could tilt reality.


Planets folded in half, their crusts peeling like pages before dissolving into the dark.

Final transmissions ended mid word:

“We’re falling, up”

Then silence.


Fractured Fleet


The remaining universes locked down.

Half their forces defended what was left of the living; the rest investigated the collapse.


Commander Serin Vahl, hero of the Siege of Caladrex, led the Eclipse Meridian into the distortion fields near Universe 10’s edge.


Gravity flowed sideways.

Time fractured like glass.

Stars bled colors no eye had ever seen.


At the center: something alive.

A Creator Engine, a machine larger than galaxies, humming in impossible silence.


It was rewriting existence, erasing entire histories in seconds.

Vahl ordered full recordings before contact was lost.

Those frequencies later became the foundation of the song “Event Horizon Collapse,” translating gravitational distortion into rhythm.


Graviton War


When the Harrowguard broadcast the data, the sound itself became destructive.

Planets shook apart under the bass frequencies of collapsing gravity.


Scientists called it Resonant Stabilization.

Soldiers called it Praying with Noise.

They played the Anthem constantly during battle, hoping it could hold reality together for a few seconds longer.


But the truth was clear:

The Creators weren’t fighting anymore.

They were erasing the board.


Cmdr Vahl’s Last Message


Three days after contact was lost, the Eclipse Meridian’s final transmission arrived, audio only, no visuals.

A trembling voice beneath the hum of distortion:


“We’ve seen it. The machine isn’t making war, it’s deleting memory, thought, history itself.

If anyone hears this… don’t look into the light. Save what you can. Hide it. Before the collapse reaches your skies.”


Then came the Harrowlight signal, warped, slowed, still human.

It became known as The Mourning Pulse, the first universal requiem.


By the time it faded, only eight universes remained.

The Harrowguard withdrew to deep orbit fortresses, their anthem reduced to static and whispers.


From the last transmission, the orphaned girl’s voice returned, older now, hardened by loss:


“If they erase us, we’ll rewrite ourselves.

This isn’t extinction.

This is reinvention.”


And thus began The War Protocol, the final defiance, a desperate plan to turn the Creators’ own machines against them.



Event Horizon Collapse

Understanding

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