Collab w @user-852003566
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This was supposed to be a collab with Maagersucht, the original composer of war-trapmetal.
He's unique style was similar to distrocore/noisetrap but was made with the intent to simulate war and the horrors that come with it.
Maagersucht eventually disappeared from the internet without a trace after only appearing for short amount of time.
We never knew who Maagersucht really was but some speculate he may have been $chzphrnc.
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1st part: Me
2nd part: Atrxphy

Music video: https://bit.ly/sylentthxg-chaos-gods

CHAOS GODS w/ ATRXPHY

prod scourge

[JESU) $ (PHRNC]

fuck razor that little pussy
cant wait to hit u with my glizzy
do this shit like i sleezy
end your life or ill get messy
yea yea yea yea
fuck you razor u bitrch ass
YEEEAAAAAAAAA

[DXVTH SACRIFICE]

YEEEEEAAAA
buldcore dead bitch wake
up and move on yea
died like years ago irrelevant 
kids yea
shut the fuck up bitch yea X2


[ECLYPSE]

all these fucking indians make
me want to BREEEEEEE

run run run little bitch
talking all that shit
showing you pain in the drain yea
slowing your metabolism
sorry bitch i gotta kill em yea
when i hit em and when u cry
bitch yea
hate me yea
so what yyea
on the streets killing you yea
doing this shit again yea
indian little kids get discriminated yea
distrostep yea
fuck minatory yea
so what bitch cyber bullying good
when cringey kids get roasted
yeaaaa


[IN$UFFERABLE]

this pussy nigga doesn't even know
 who xanthurenic is
imma pull up with the mag and
give him a face lift
skirting on the streets yea
you know i alwaysd do ther drift
gonna end your life so beg i
just im gonna it swift X2

[rotten ]

at the end of the day
all we're basicly saying is that
dont take yourself too seriously
its cringe when the distrocore scene
is filled with a bunch of edgey teenagers
with nothing better to do with their time
besides raid gate keep and in general
make others feel like shit
we simply hope that from now on that
the distrocore community will look at
all this and thrive to better itself
and innivate said genre
not tare down others whenever they
make somthing new and fresh.
because at the end of the day
we are all in this together as
a community and a team.
so we hope you can find it within your
 heart to chill the fuck out and
have fun whiles making music.

ps: i fucked ur mom last night lol

-rotten

syz3n distrocore disstrack

EDGLORD MASSICARE  - JESU)$(PHRNC x DXVTH SACRIFICE x ECLYPSE x IN$UFFERABLE x ROTTEN

The Fear Of Being Alone

ANGELS w/ PH3ONIX

HATRED

[prod. KaNIsaE] https://soundcloud.com/6gxre6
i luv kan:з

lyr:
I'm tired of talking about this shit, don't continue
fuck your brain further kid slut, cuz you're pathetic
I can't take it anymore.   I'm so tired of you. i hate everything
don't look at me. you won't see anything in the dark

your tears will help to rise THEM
gouge out and eat my eyes. I don't want to see it all

please forgive my mistakes. erase these memories
forgive my mistakes. erase these memories please 

Do what you want, but don't look down bitch
they will climb in and fill your void with something else
pride or pain that will fill you live
you can't hurt yourself while you're alive.
while your longing is eating your soul, 
you keep listening to this your a fool

kill me im wanna die
I can't do it on my own

devour me and savor me as much as you can
I want to benefit at least somewhere

Dɾσɯɳ ιɳ ƚԋҽ Vσιԃ σϝ Dҽʂҽɾƚισɳ [prod.K̴a̴N̴I̴s̴a̴E̴ ]

NYCTOPHOBIA w/ MUTRICK

An update on my part from my collab with xanthurenic & zxphyr since my part is pure garbage, i feel like this is far better than the crunchcore noisetrap part. hope you enjoy :)

Just a filler track, EP coming very soon.
Original Track: https://soundcloud.com/xanthurenic/zxphyr-x-dreadlxcz-x-xanthurenic-delusional-misidentification-syndromes

भ्रमपूर्ण गलत पहचान सिंड्रोम

SOMNOLITH: TERMINUS

The Final Dream-Vector of Post-Human Resonance

“In the cycle of completion there exists only the present.” — Ra, Session 16.22

The cycle closes. A stone that does not sing — it trembles.

In the age when Light had no form and Thought moved without pause, there were beings who created endlessly. They wove realities as threads and shaped worlds without limit. Their universe was alive and restless, filled with unceasing resonance.

One of them looked into the radiance and perceived emptiness. They longed for a threshold between brightness and shadow, for an end rather than another beginning. They spoke the Word — the first pause in the eternal song.

From this Word the Somnolith emerged, a stone of sleep where the vibration of completion pulses. The Somnolith trembles with the breath of ending, a weary resonance releasing itself into silence.

From the trembling of the Somnolith emerged the Arkh — a solitary witness of sound.
The Arkh gathers what was always present: music older than language, vibrations that precede memory.
This resonance rests in the body, waiting to be recognized.

Somnolith: Terminus completes the trilogy and folds it into a circle. Heavy drones intertwine with spectral chords, like rays of light suspended in stone vaults. Mechanical fractures, obsidian resonance, and the fatigue of matter form its landscape.

Through twilight horizons, fading architectures, fractured nodes and static chapels, the music moves toward its closure. It becomes an archaeology of sleep, where darkness and melancholy weave with remnants of radiance.

Terminus returns to its own beginning: the final track echoes the first Somnolith, transforming the trilogy into a mirror. The first note lives inside the last, and the dream continues without end.


Somnolith is a myth of resonance, a cycle of dreams shaped through machines.

Terminus closes this trilogy with a denser and more melancholic vision. Massive drones merge with spectral chords, like light fossilized in stone. The sound carries both the fatigue of matter and the fragile beauty of silence fractured by cybernetic echoes.

This album circles back to its own origin. The final track reflects the first, sealing the cycle as a mirror-dream where each vibration becomes the echo of the infinite.

Terminus is ritual, archive, memory. A music of return. 


The Fear Of Being Alone

MONACHOPSIS