The hardest, rawest track on the album. Riff-heavy, aggressive, and defiant. A warning: your grip is your downfall.

The Cost of Control

"Echoes in the Fog" - The climax of Abberline’s journey. Guided by Crowe’s final ciphered messages, Abberline discovers the ritual to sever the entity’s grip: the vessel must die, and another must bear the curse. In a derelict church drowned in fog, Abberline faces Crowe, who flickers between monstrous host and pleading friend. With the pendant shielding him, Abberline drives the ritual blade home, granting Crowe release while binding the Codex’s curse into himself. As Crowe whispers his final thanks, the veil shudders and closes, but whispers still linger in the fog. Abberline, marked and forever changed, steps into the night as both detective and vessel—the hunter and the haunted.


[Intro]
The veil hangs torn, the city bleeds,
The Codex whispers ancient creeds.
A voice of man, a god disguised—
The final truth revealed to my eyes.

[Lyrical Intro]
The cipher led, the path was shown,
Through blood and ash, through flesh and bone.
One vow remains, the blade must fall,
To break the chain, to end it all.

[Verse 1]
I found his words in walls of stone,
Each line inscribed, yet not his own.
A faded photo, shadows weep,
His family’s secrets buried deep.
The pendant glows, the knife is near,
The fog resounds with what I fear.
His eyes reveal a fractured soul,
A man undone, no longer whole.

[Chorus – soaring cleans with gothic choir]
Echoes in the fog—his voice remains,
A soul in torment, bound by chains.
Echoes in the fog—his plea, his name,
I end the rite, I bear the flame.

[Interlude
So bind the flesh, so break the seal,
The Codex burns, the wound won’t heal.
So mark the skin, so call the night,
The host must fall to end the rite.

[Verse 2]
“Do it!—free me now,
The god has claimed what I allow.
These hands are not my own to guide,
The shadow waits, it will not hide.
Strike deep, my friend, the stars converge,
The knife the key, the blood the surge.
The fog will howl, the Codex feed—
Through me it reigns, through me it bleeds.”

[Pre-Chorus]
I hold the blade, my hand will shake.
(You must strike true—for both our sakes.)
The veil resists, the Codex cries—
(This is the end—its grip denies!)

[Chorus]
Echoes in the fog—the bond I sever,
One man redeemed, one cursed forever.
Echoes in the fog—the soul is freed,
The god recoils, yet clings to me.

[Bridge]
Zorath’nim! (unbind the chain!)
Mor’thak keleth! (death-words remain!)
Corpus fractum! (the flesh must die!)
Anima mea! (the soul will rise!)

[Breakdown]
Strike! The gate resounds!
Fall! The host unbound!
Burn! The Codex sears!
Bind! I bear its fears!

[Final Chorus]
Echoes in the fog—his voice departs,
The night still binds, it grips my heart.
Echoes in the fog—her blood, his plea,
One soul set free, one curse on me.

[Extended Outro]
“Thank you, Frederick…”
“Forgive me, friend…”
The pendant burns, the Codex brands,
Its scripture carved into my hands.

The fog recedes but not for long,
Its whispers weave an endless song.
I step alone, the night my shroud,
A vessel born, the curse a vowed.

Tenebris aeternum… (eternal dark)
Domine Umbra… (lord of shadow)
Anima fracta… (broken soul)
VINCIT UMBRA! (THE SHADOW WINS!)

[Outro]
I walk these streets where silence weeps,
I am the vessel the Codex keeps.
Echoes in the fog—they call, they bind…
I hunt the dark… yet it is mine.

Ahhhh... ahhhh... ahhhhhh...
Ohhhh... ohhhh... ohhhhhh...
Mmmmm... mmmmm... mmmmmmm...

Echoes in the Fog

Bowing to the chains
Screaming for a leash
Licking boots
Your cries never cease
A hollow drone
The swarm aligns
Crawling in filth
Begging for signs

Useful Idiot

Hands That Hold the World is a raw, emotional post-hardcore journey through the human experience of sacrifice, faith, and resilience. From the quiet pain of loss to the roaring defiance of the heart, each track tells a story of individuals facing unimaginable trials—mothers giving everything for their children, elders forgotten yet honored, young lives confronting violence, and souls finding redemption through faith in Christ.

The album confronts grief, injustice, and societal pressures head-on, while ultimately celebrating the strength of the human spirit and the power of love, selflessness, and unwavering faith. With soaring choruses, blistering breakdowns, and hauntingly intimate moments, Hands That Hold the World is both a tribute and a call to honor those who give themselves fully to others, holding the world steady with their courage and compassion.

Faith in Her Hands

Cowboys From Hell

NEW HELL is AXAXC’s most apocalyptic and ambitious record yet. 

A symphonic war between heaven and hell, this album fuses Christian rock, hard rock, nu-metal, symphonic metal, electronic rock, and post-grunge into a brutal yet cinematic experience.

It’s an anthem for betrayal, despair, rebellion, and collapse — a story told through soaring melodies, guttural screams, orchestral fury, and unforgettable breakdowns.

CAESAR’S THRONE — the apocalyptic finale, the empire collapsing into dust.

JUDAS IN THE SENATE — betrayal in the halls of power, venom and silver.

WE ARE LEGION / LEGIONAIRE — collective war chant versus the lone warrior’s oath.

Hero — the emotional centerpiece: “I need a Hero to save my soul.”

NEW HELL — the title track, descent into torment and rebirth through fire.

AXAXC is here to Distort. Distrust. Destroy. 

For fans of: Breaking Benjamin, Five Finger Death Punch, Bring Me The Horizon, Skillet, Red, Architects, Memphis May Fire, and symphonic/nu-metal fusion.

Join the movement. Share your favourite lyric in the comments. Raise the banner. Enter the New Hell.

#AXAXC #NewHell #Metal #NuMetal #SymphonicMetal #HardRock #PostGrunge #ChristianRock #ElectronicRock #Metalcore #Deathcore #NewMusic

LEGION

Epic Hook Dream

Perfect People

A mirror shatters across heaven and hell, and AxAxC™ stands in the fracture.
TENƎT · DEIFIƎᗡ · REDIVIDƎЯ. 
From the haunting lull of Palindrome to the apocalyptic anthem REDIVIDƎЯ, this album blurs every boundary between melodic melodies, deathcore, ambient metal, and cinematic rock.

Here, gods walk away from their creations. Lovers become their own demons. And freedom itself burns beneath neon light.

This is judgment.

DISTORT. DISTRUST. DESTROY.
#AXAXC #TENET #DEIFIED #REDIVIDER

Tracklist:
- Palindrome – 4:51
- Black Cube – 5:29
- TENƎT – 4:48
- Wounds – 3:57
- DEIFIƎᗡ – 5:44
- Mirror Law – 3:51
- Red Thread – 3:24
- REDIVIDƎЯ – 5:13
- DEIFIƎᗡ (feat. Choir From Pure Addiction) – 5:06
- Caesar’s Throne feat. Pure Addiction, Until Darkness Falls – 4:07
- Wounds (Succubus’ Cut) – 4:34
- DEIFIƎᗡ feat. Until Darkness Falls, Pure Addiction – 5:19
- Wounds feat. Until Darkness Falls, Pure Addiction (Band Cut) – 4:10
- REDIVIDƎЯ feat. Until Darkness Falls - 5:16

For fans of Sleep Token, Bring Me The Horizon, Slaughter To Prevail, Architects, and Five Finger Death Punch.
If you crave distortion that feels spiritual, this is your sanctuary.

© 2025 AXAXC Studios™ — All Rights Reserved.
AXAXC™, Distort. Distrust. Destroy.™, and the AXAXC emblem are registered marks of AxAxCStudios.

#AXAXC #AXAXCStudios #Deathcore #Metalcore #AmbientMetal #CinematicRock #Postcore #AlternativeMetal #PureAddiction #UntilDarknessFalls #SuccubusCut #MirrorLaw #Wounds #BlackCube #Palindrome #CaesarsThrone #DistortDistrustDestroy

REDIVIDƎЯ

these killas, thee killa

To Take

The Black Cross is a gothic metal band conjuring soundscapes steeped in darkness, mysticism, and cinematic intensity. Formed as a ritualistic union of heavy riffs, haunting melodies, and baroque aesthetics, the band blends elements of hard rock, doom, punk, and darkwave into a force both brutal and beautiful.

Led by frontman Michael on vocals and guitar, the five-member coven includes the enigmatic Lilith (synth & vocals), the shadowy axe-wielder Cain (rhythm guitar), brooding low-end guardian Malach (bass), and the fierce and relentless Abaddon (drums). Each member represents a different facet of the band’s occult-inspired persona.

Their debut album The Chapel of Shadows introduced a new liturgy of sonic storytelling — songs like Velvet Crucifix, The Seraphim Lie, and Darkness Is My Friend explore themes of sin, salvation, and the sacred in decay. With theatrical visuals, powerful live performances, and an ever-expanding mythology, The Black Cross is more than a band — it's a resurrection in sound.

Listen. Worship. Burn the silence.

Cowboys From Hell

The Black Cross

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