Steel treads devour the ground, my heart pounding in my chest
Rolling into chaos, no time for fear or rest
We’re all afraid to die, but in this furnace of war
Survival is all that matters, so I crush what came before

I feel no shame inside, no guilt to stain my soul
This world’s corrupt and vile, we’re just beasts lost in the cold

I tear across the battlefield, shielded in iron skin
No thoughts of home or mercy—only bloodshed draws me in
Time stands still in madness, but I swear I’ll make it through
When the guns fall silent, the bitter truth will brew

I’m numb to all the carnage, the screams fade in the smoke
No conscience left to plague me, all empathy revoked
The beast in me awakened, devouring each command
A soldier of destruction, swallowing the damned

Survival’s all we know, we take what we can find
The stench of war is choking, but we’ve left our past behind

I tear across the battlefield, shielded in iron skin
No thoughts of home or mercy—only bloodshed draws me in
Time stands still in madness, but I swear I’ll make it through
When the guns fall silent, the bitter truth will brew

Will I ever see the ones I left behind?
In the violence, reason dies—hope is hard to find
Yet something in me whispers that this might end someday
But I’ll never be the same once my soul has gone astray

Death roars in every breath, shadows claw at the sky
No turning back from horror, only more will die
Numbed to terror’s voice, forging forward without peace
Bound by war’s corruption, chained to its release

I tear across the battlefield, shielded in iron skin
No thoughts of home or mercy—only bloodshed draws me in
Time stands still in madness, I pray I’ll make it through
When the smoke has cleared at last, the bitter truth is due

Nothing will be like before, no innocence remains
A mind forever stained by war, baptized in its flames
A twisted path of violence that echoes from the past
In the end, we’re all just beasts—our humanity won’t last

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Tank of Corruption | ALBUM

[Verse 1]
Well another ticked off preacher pissed at me for sayin' what I think
Well this redneck in a Chevy said he's gonna get me jumped if I don't leave
Yeah I fight with my old man he hates the letters on my left hand that he gave me
But I heard granddaddy tell him 'fore he died that's how you raise 'em

[Verse 2]
Yeah there ain't a bridge I can't burn a reputation I can't drink
Yeah being with me takes a little gettin' used to
That's why I asked you [Chorus]
Do you really wanna ride with the black sheep [with his] foot on the gas
In the running for the last seat down in Hell with the devil in his backseat
Playin' pedal to the metal with the speakers up so God can hear it
Staring at the lights at the end of the woods
I know it ain't right I know you know it ain't good
What you gonna do with me
I'm just sayin' I'm just saying it's either come or you gon' leave
[lotta birds] might flee but then again who
Wouldn't wanna be with the black sheep [with his] foot on the gas
In the running for the last seat down in Hell with the devil in his backseat

[Bridge]
Oh you know
It's a good time I don't know what else to tell ya
But hold on if you really wanna

[Chorus]
Ride with the black sheep foot on the gas
In the running for the last seat heads up to the heavens
Just in case they call us up
But I think we're gonna fall in and out of love
Staring at the lights at the end of the woods
I know it ain't right I know you know it ain't good
What you gonna do with me
I'm just [saying] I'm just [sayin'] it's either come or you gon' leave
Lotta birds might flee but then again who wouldn't wanna be
[Outro]
With the black sheep [with his] foot on the gas
In the running for the last seat down in Hell with the devil in his backseat
Down in Hell with the devil in his backseat
Oh

Down to Hell

I'm the buried boy

The Song are about inner pain, loss, and the search for strength during challenging times. They describe the struggle with fears, the process of letting go, and finding a new path while becoming aware of one's vulnerability and resilience.

Breaking Alone

My;
By AXAXC

A mirror cracked. A reflection distorted. A story told in fractured echoes.

"My;" is not just an album—it’s a descent into the self. A psychological labyrinth where identity is rewritten, where the same words carry different truths, where the whispers in the dark could be yours… or something else entirely.

This album is a collision of ethereal beauty and punishing weight. Gothic orchestration. Bone-crushing chugs. Whispered secrets. War hymns. Seductive lullabies. Furious confessions. Every track is a different version of the same pain—a dream that shifts into a nightmare, then back again.

NO ESCAPE. NO RESOLUTION. JUST REVELATION.

🩸 What Awaits You in My;?
🔥 An emotional rollercoaster—from eerie whispers to devastating breakdowns.
🔥 A fusion of cinematic deathcore, symphonic metal, and gothic industrial—no boundaries, only destruction.
🔥 A seamless blend of orchestration and violence—violins, war drums, bass chugs, and ethereal choirs guiding you through the abyss.
🔥 A sound that refuses to let you breathe—no moment of rest, no silence that isn’t haunted.

ACT I: REFLECTION
"Whispers"—A hymn sung in candlelight before the storm.
"Mirror Says"—You look into the abyss, and it looks back.
"My End"—The truth, unveiled in tragedy.

ACT II: WAR
"My Mark"—Pain turns into power.
"My Assassin"—The prey becomes the predator.
"My Secret"—The darkness calls, and you answer.

ACT III: FIRE & FRACTURE
"My Burn"—The storm has come.
"My Truth"—The resolution, the warcry, the final act.
"My Hurt"—The soul collapses in flames, never to be the same again.

This is AXAXC at its most relentless, most operatic, most destructive.

A mirror shatters—will you see what’s on the other side?

DISTORT. DISTRUST. DESTROY.
Let the nightmare begin.

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My; Truth

FeaR of SinS

Another revision for a harder rock sound.

Give Me Pain On Bended Knees
Music and Lyrics: Mike Krath
artificially enhanced using SUNO

Lyrics

The toke I take can’t fill my hollow feeling
No matter how strong I hold it against my lungs,
The emptiness endures.
But I laugh it off
Ha ha,
I can’t help it,
I’ve turned my emptiness into joy,
The gun by my pillow a joke
I lift it up and stare into its barrel
I smile at the bullet with my name.
Ha ha.

I fall to my knees,
I ask for pain,
I want trials
For a life of gain,
Bring down pain,
on bended knees
The tokes I take can’t fill
my parched soul,
Bring down pain
quench this thirsty soul

I’m tired of drugs that fry my brain,
Give me a life that keeps me sane.
And someone who knows me,
And helps to hide my shame,
Someone who will free me,
Free me with pain,
with strokes of pain.

Ohhh. Oh. I want to live again,
I want to live again
Just live again,
Please,
I just want to live
Again…

On my knees
With an empty bottle of pills,
I look under my bed for one last thrill,
I find one in the corner and pop it in my till
I fly upright,
face the window
Everything is out of sight
The birds outside are singing out my name,
The plants in my window are doing the same
And the bullet in my gun is rejoicing in its aim,
I’m turning normal now
I’m feeling normal now,
Everything is normal now,
It’s going to be a happy day.
Hap-hap-happy, hap-hap-happy

It’s going to be a happy day.

Give Me Pain on Bended Knees

Echoes of Thunder roars back with their second album, Against the Odds, a defiant anthem for those who refuse to back down. Fueled by high-energy rock and infused with electrifying 80s-inspired gems, this album is a battle cry against doubt, adversity, and the naysayers who say it can't be done. Each track pulses with raw intensity, soaring guitar solos, and unstoppable momentum, proving that no matter the challenge, the fire inside burns brighter. Against the Odds isn’t just music—it’s a statement. Are you ready to rise?

Losing My Mind

"Echo of the Forgotten" is a somber hymn calling for the spiritual awakening of humanity, inspired by the honor and faith of the ancient Knights Templar. The lyrics expose the moral decay of the modern world and presage a rebirth through forgotten truth.

_Echo of the Forgotten_

Strength is raw
Embrace brutality
Resist the fall
Forever enemies
And it's all for you
And it's all for me
And it's all for us
A sisterhood of steel

Sisterhood of Steel

Blood is SteelBorn’s visceral return to the frontline of extreme metal — a punishing blend of groove-laden riffs, death metal brutality, and industrial precision. From the opening mechanical growl to the final feedback-drenched outro, Blood pulls no punches, ripping through 10 tracks that explore war, vengeance, decay, and rebirth.

Rooted in the rust-covered factories of their industrial hometown, SteelBorn channels the despair of forgotten steel and the rage of post-modern survival into an album that feels both timeless and apocalyptic. Each track delivers hammering drum patterns reminiscent of machines gone rogue, down-tuned guitars soaked in blood and oil, and guttural vocals that spit venom over dystopian soundscapes.

Thematically, Blood is a concept album — not in the narrative sense, but in its unified vision: a world where humanity bleeds out in the name of power, and only those forged in fire can survive. Standout tracks like "Iron Womb," "Chains of the Flesh," and "Gods of Rust" highlight the band’s mastery of dynamics, shifting from mid-tempo stomps to sudden violent eruptions.

SteelBorn Blood

I’m a song-writer who enjoys creating music of any genre.

My son recently introduced me to A.I. and taught me how to do covers of my previously released non-A.I. music. Since I've never considered myself a performer (except playing with worship bands at church or solo-piano at a rehab center) using A.I. is right up my alley.

Since I've  exhausted using my previously released music for A.I. covers, I now compose music in a DAW, rip to a wave file, and make an A.I. cover of this wave file. I then write lyrics to the A.I. music. It takes around 100 A.I. iterations to complete the lyrics and get a style I'm happy with.  

Brief Bio: Lived more than a quarter of my life overseas (Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Turkiye, Italy, Japan, South Korea, and Taiwan). Each country gave me an appreciation for different types of music plus probably why I get bored easily in sticking with one genre or another.

Give Me Pain on Bended Knees

Mike Krath

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