Не буди звіра

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Face to face, nowhere to run
Your mask falls away
What lies beneath the flesh?
I see the cracks in your foundation
Blood and bone exposed
Raw nerve endings screaming
You thought you were untouchable

[Pre-chorus]
Strip it all away
Show me what remains

[Chorus]
Do you bleed when I cut deep?
Do you bleed like the rest?
Crimson truth flows down
Crimson truth flows down

[Verse 2]
Layer by layer torn apart
Your defenses crumble
Sinew snaps under pressure
I watch you come undone
Vertebrae crack and splinter
Tendons rip from bone
You're just meat after all

[Pre-chorus]
Strip it all away
Show me what remains

[Chorus]
Do you bleed when I cut deep?
Do you bleed like the rest?
Crimson truth flows down
Crimson truth flows down

[Bridge]
Behind your eyes
I see the fear
Mortality stares back
You know you're gonna break

[Solo]

[Verse 3]
Flesh peels back in ribbons
Muscles torn from frame
Your essence spills across the floor
Nothing left but agony
Heart exposed and beating
Lungs collapse with each breath
You're drowning in yourself

[Pre-chorus]
Strip it all away

[Chorus]
Do you bleed when I cut deep?
like the rest?
like the rest?
Crimson truth flows down
Crimson truth flows down

[Outro]
Do you bleed?
Do you bleed?

Unmask

[Verse 1]
Bloodstained pages torn apart
From tomorrow's burning heart
What waits beyond this razor wire?
Built from bones and broken fire

Faster, faster, flesh decays
Through the maze of rusted days
Cannot stop the grinding wheel
Time cuts deeper than cold steel

[Pre-Chorus]
Break the chain! Break the chain!
Rushing through my rotting veins

[Chorus]
FUCK the man I'll never be!
FUCK the ghost that haunts me free!
Screaming at my future face
Carved from scars I can't erase
FUCK tomorrow's bleeding throne!
Leave me here to die alone!

[Verse 2]
Shattered glass beneath my feet
Every heartbeat tastes defeat
Running from the man I am
Into hell's forgotten plan

Crushing weights upon my chest
From the future's burning test
Words I'll never get to speak
To the strong man from the weak

[Pre-Chorus]
Break the chain! Break the chain!
Acid burning through my brain

[Chorus]
FUCK the man I'll never be!
FUCK the ghost that haunts me free!
Screaming at my future face
Carved from scars I can't erase
FUCK tomorrow's bleeding throne!
Leave me here to die alone!

[Breakdown]
TEAR! THE! PAGES! OUT!
TEAR! THE! PAGES! OUT!
What's left to write?
What's left to fight?

[Bridge]
Faster now the blade comes down
From tomorrow's burning crown
I am rage, I am the storm
Built to break and be reborn

[Final Chorus]
FUCK the man I'll never be!
FUCK the ghost that haunts me free!
Screaming at my future face
Carved from scars I can't erase
FUCK tomorrow's bleeding throne!
FUCK tomorrow's bleeding throne!

[Outro]
Leave me here...
Leave me here...
To die alone!

Fury II

[Verse]
Steps crack the dark ground breaks
Every echo screams my name
A shadow land no gods can tame

Fingers gripping the lyre tight
Strings hum a mournful fight
The air is thick the day is night

[Chorus]
Orpheus descending fire in his veins
A song for the lost cutting through the chains
Eurydice waiting silent in the rain

[Verse 2]
River of ghosts whispers cold
Eyes like daggers stories told
I sing but the silence holds

Ash falls like snow from the sky
Demons laugh they never cry
I bleed I crawl I still defy

[Prechorus]
I can feel her breath
I can hear her voice

Descent of Orpheus

Crown of Ashes

Fury Bound In Chains

Break Free

"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

Dead By Death

The crown may glitter, but it’s nothing but rust beneath. Drama Queen is gothic metal sharpened into a blade; riffs that slash, drums that thunder, and vocals dripping with venom.

This track is about control, chaos, and the downfall of those who thrive on manipulation. It’s heavy, theatrical, and unapologetically raw; the sound of a false queen exposed and dethroned.


Lyrics:

GET THE FUCK UP!

I can feel the world inside me
Ashes floating pain inviting
I can’t rest, yet I am sleeping
Crying, dying by your teasing
Never silent, always weeping

I can hear you all around me
My heart is bleeding
Scarcely beating
Insane tempting
You’re so revealing

If you only knew
You taught me the truth behind what was real
But if you only knew,
You taught me all too well the fear to tell what I feel

Please sit with me in broken memory, give a point to such wasted misery. This ache has become so suffocating, annihilation can be so frustrating, when it's berating. I found I'm still hating...

The memories never seem to fade, reminding me I fell for the charade, but I'm not dismayed; I was only ever betrayed by the fucking games you played.

I have so many things to say so that the memorial to you can fade away.

If you only knew 
How paralyzed I was by all the things that went wrong.
But if you only knew
How satisfied I am by knowing that you’re gone.

If you only knew
That hanging by that thread, I only wanted to be me
But if you only knew,
The nicest thing you ever did was set my heart and my soul free

If you only knew
You taught me the truth behind what was real
But if you only knew,
You taught me all too well the fear to tell what I feel

This is the last bridge to you I have left to burn,
But take joy, my dear – you helped me live and learn

SO GET THE FUCK OUT!

If you only knew
You taught me the truth behind what was real
But if you only knew,
You taught me all too well the fear of telling what I feel

Drama Queen

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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"Look what you've become..."
"Jezebel..."

So conveniently yours
No need to breathe or see
You waltz like royalty  
Red carpet beneath your feet
All bow in adoration

Blink once, it all appears
Twisted fantasies draw near
Your darkest needs now satisfied
While innocence dies inside

You were once so pure and small
Now look what you've become

As your ego infects everything!
As your lies come crashing down!
Killing all that's pure and clean
I won't bow, I won't bow down
Call it spiritual if you want
But I see through your crown
I don't bow to you...
JEZEBEL!

Away from father's eyes
You trade your soul for lies
Keep that body temple clean
While dirty money flows between

Easy cash, the price is paid
Look at the monster that you've made
In whose name do you deceive?
Which god do you serve?

You were once so innocent
Now look what you've become!

As your ego infects everything!
As your lies come crashing down!
Killing all that's pure and clean
I won't bow, I won't bow down
Call it spiritual if you want
But I see through your crown
I don't bow to you...
JEZEBEL!

The innocent pay the price
For your paradise of vice
Every mark upon your skin
Marks the souls you've murdered in

Your ego infects everything!
Your lies come crashing down!
You killed all that's pure and clean
Now face what you've become!
Call it spiritual, call it divine
But this reckoning is mine!
I don't bow to you...
I don't bow to you...
JEZEBEL!

I don't bow...
I don't bow to you!

Jezebel

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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Your suitcase by the door again, another Thursday flight
Cash folded by the bedside, boarding pass held tight
Your phone lights up—three names you won't remember
While he's asking the babysitter if you're coming home in December

You're hunting something nameless in a stranger's bed
He's drawing stick figures with two heads

You're building kingdoms out of breaking glass
Trading years for temporary heat
The deadbolt turns, the seasons pass

And small hands stop reaching when you leave
Small hands stop reaching when you leave

Watching from the corner booth, untethered and alive
You tell yourself that freedom means you don't apologize
But something flickers when a child's voice cuts the noise
The way you grip your glass destroys your poise

You're teaching him that staying isn't what the worthy do
He's learning love looks just like walking through

You're building kingdoms out of breaking glass
Trading years for temporary heat
The deadbolt turns, the seasons pass

And small hands stop reaching when you leave
Small hands stop reaching when you leave

His height marks on the wall you'll never see
Your suitcase wheels have worn a groove into the floor
The key you threw away has rusted through
Every lock you own is haunted now by you

Scrape the ink, destroy the costume clean
Let him see the person, not the scene
The deadbolt's just a choice you make tonight
There's still a door, there's still a light

But small hands stop reaching when you leave
Small hands stop reaching...

You won't take it off, the mirror knows
Another crowd, another pose
His small hand reaching through the empty air
Learning early that you were never really there

Small Hands

UK and Cyprus-based songwriter and producer crafting melodies that bridge worlds. My music springs from life's raw experiences—the highs, the lows, and the moments of clarity in between.

Drawing inspiration from the Mediterranean shores of Cyprus and the rich musical heritage of the UK, I weave stories of faith, resilience, and hope into every track. My songs are conversations—honest reflections on the journey, celebrations of life's beauty, and reminders that even in our darkest moments, light finds a way.

When you listen to my music, you're not just hearing songs—you're experiencing chapters of a shared human story, one that acknowledges our struggles while embracing the possibility of tomorrow.

Join me as we explore what it means to live authentically, to believe in something greater, and to find meaning in both the extraordinary and the everyday.

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3wJqKpRbynq7zSGnUFKSbC?si=0zRMaDHkQCysUl5ZLx3uRQ

Bandcamp: https://markxenophontos.bandcamp.com/

Small Hands

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