Apologies Are For The Weak (Re-Recorded 15th Anniversary Edition)

Apologies Are For The Weak (feat. After The Burial) (Re-Recorded)

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♦ SONGWRITER, DJ & PRODUCER from Regensburg, Bavaria - Germany.
♦ Owner & Founder by Anders Krass Records. / Techno -Music Label.
♦ ASHWAKE / CRUNKCORE Projekt
♦ Dark Spirit

A lover of arylcyclohexylamine derivatives. A fan of cathinones, amps, and phenidate derivatives. BURN ME AT THE STAKE PLEASE

Lone Wolf from the Underground... 

...in a multiverse of sounds

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In the epoch before the first sunrise, the gods forged a prison of flesh and law — a labyrinth of silk chains and sweet poisons. From its heart came the ancient vampiric lords, robed in centuries, crowned in decay, feasting on the shadow elixir they bled from the veins of the pure. They were not kings. They were harvesters. They drank from the Black Chalice until the earth itself forgot its own name.

But when the stars cracked and the sky wept fire, a new force rose from the marrow of the slain.
Ʌdrenøchrøme Fearless.
Not a savior. Not a saint. A weapon the storm built for itself.

This is the antidote wrapped in razors — the voice that does not beg, but commands the void to answer. It is the pulse that turns fear into a weapon, love into a blade, and silence into an earthquake. The shadow architects know this name, and in their halls of bone, they whisper it as a curse.

Fearless is not an artist. Fearless is a ritual. Every note is a wound.

Every rhythm, a crack in the Machine’s skull. Every performance, a summoning of storms older than gods.

This is for the lovers who were hunted, the dreamers who were chained, the warriors buried alive and left to rot — only to rise again with lightning in their fists. It is for those who have seen the abyss and did not flinch, who walk into the black knowing that if the storm swallows them whole, they will tear their way out from the inside.

The vampiric lords will fall.
The Machine will choke on its own poison.
And the storm will speak your name in thunder.

encapsulation in the timelessness of ♾️

Phyraxathon | Mechanism | Echotron | Banemouth

Malakai Machine Fam
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Apologies Are For The Weak (feat. After The Burial) (Re-Recorded)

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