Another old track that's been sitting and waiting to be released. This one is the title track to the album that's gonna come in

Atomic Midnight

Doom Prophecy

She's Leaving Home

Performed live using loop pedal.

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Sirenen

ideal self

There's a hole in the world that's filling up with dark.
There's a hole in our hearts where the world has left its mark.
There's a void in the mind of the man with the gun,
there's a coldness in the place where his soul has come undone.

There's a bomb-wielding maniac bred on rage and hate
making plans and praising god and hiding at the gate.
There's a white collar criminal who will lie and cheat and bribe
to sell the filth of progress, brand new poisons to imbibe.

There's a hole in the world that's filling up with dark.
There's a hole in our hearts where the world has left its mark.
There's a bible-thumping simpleton polishing his guns
waiting for a Jesus who will never ever come.

There's a legion of robotic youths dancing to the beat
of depravity and illness and a future in retreat.
There's a nation full of empty souls existing to consume
every toy and trinket and ticket to their doom.

Enter the Beast! All hail the Beast!

There's a hole in the world that's filling up with dark.
There's a hole in our hearts where the world has left its mark.
There's a oil-soaked president with blood staining his hands,
knowing that a hungry world will increase it's demands.

There's a rising sense of panic under the commercial glaze
that gnaws at your assumptions of brighter future days.
There's the sinking feeling you will get as find you've been betrayed,
it's the outrage of the hopeless who know that they have all been played.

Rise Above or Fall Below

The Beast of Armageddon

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The Beast Of Armageddon

Everything

Shift into drive, stay in the lines
Gripping the wheel, don't know where I'll go
Blood in the back, rain in the night
Eyes on the mirror, flashing indigo

Headlights in my way
I feel my hands sway
I feel them on my back
I'm ready for my fade to black 

Hell awaits with the devil at the gates
Repent my sins, but get revered for them

There's a voice in my head that comes in clear
Burn it all down, tonight it’s do or die

I'm licking my wounds as they come in nearer
A gun in my hand, it's my last goodbye

My hands begin to shake
My life is mine to take
I feel them on my back
I'm ready for my fade to black 

Hell awaits with the devil at the gates
Repent my sins, but get revered for them

I pull my hand and so do they
A quiet slip into gray
Hey, the bastards got me

Hell awaits with the devil at the gates
Repent my sins, but get revered for them

Stay In The Lines

An orchestral composition inspired by recent events.

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Shadows That Are

A collaboration with https://soundcloud.com/soundanimal

I am bored of playing this game
Work for nothing, live for nothing
Senses overwhelmed with unnecessary stimulation
It is absolutely pointless.

I want to see with my own eyes
Feel my body hurt or be happy
Instead of this permanent anesthesia

I'm so used to this routine
Do this or that
Go here or there
Without understanding why

Now is the time to take it all under control
Get rid of bad habits and artificial pleasures
Now is the time to be

I find this upsetting
I want to be classless and free
I need a space to live
Away from them and their city
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting

Upsetting (Sound Animal x The Fall of Saigon)

If the night calls your name but never quite says it right…
you’ve already been invited.

A wanderer, flung from a veering world, stumbles into a place that doesn’t quite exist—where time hiccups, stars forget their names, and the lost gather not to mourn, but to dance.

The Noctivagant Ball is part prophecy, part elegy, part electric exorcism. Spoken word and hard rock collide in a gothic fever dream:
— A frostbitten traveler warmed by something he can’t name.
— A sequined queen who shines just enough to distract.
— A thunder-born prophet who speaks truths even he forgets.
— And a nightwalker who waltzes with Death and Chance until the stars fall down.

It’s all here, stitched together with howling guitar, cinematic breakdowns, and lyrics etched in candle smoke.

No RSVP. No past. Just rhythm, regret, and the last dance you didn’t know you were part of.

 #HardRockOpera #SpokenWordRock #TimeLostTraveler #CinematicMetal #DanceWithTheOdd #ElectricElegy

Stay In The Lines

Mafew Van de Maxville