W-Disappointed Heaven

X-Funereal Dukes

Beneath a derelict observatory on the city’s forgotten edge, a clandestine order gathers around a sigil-etched disk said to predate human memory. When a black tarantula—massive, ancient, unnervingly sentient—crawls from the shadows to claim the circle, the ritual they thought they controlled veers into a revelation none of them expected. The creature is not a summoned guardian but an archivist of living secrets, weaving history, prophecy, and catastrophe into strands only it can read. As symbols ignite and old oaths unravel, the initiates realize they haven’t called it forth at all—they’ve merely stepped into its library, and the spider has begun its quiet, meticulous act of choosing which of them will be preserved… and which will be rewritten.

Black Tarantula

burmoln

I finished this track four days ago .... Some instances of the free Synth Odin 2, that's how it started; oriental trombone, blown with EWI ...... a touch of tape emulation on the master ... I hope the sound and composition is pleasing ! ...... Image from Akbar Nemati on Pixabay

It keeps turning

sol om on

This is a song about an escalated night of Christmas drinking.
Starring: You and me and a  Mall Santa Claus ( a Harry Dean Stanton type character).
This is probably the most depressing Christmas song ever.
Happy Holidays!

Lyrics:
Yeah (well) anyways...
I guess I'm your guardian angel
I should  wish you good luck
I've been sent by"The Entities" above
To get you out of your Christmas rut

I went down to the bar
I know that you couldn't go far
You've let yourself go soft
I gave my better judgment the day off
I'm full of Christmas cheer
I've got 10 cases of imported beer
I'm moving out tables and chairs
We're gonna have a dance floor here!

I've been writing Christmas songs
I hope you'll all dance along
and sing along
I'm spinning records of Metal and Motown songs
Songs for everyone
Even if you feel like you don't belong

Oh, when I was a child
My mother took me to go see Santa Claus
At a broken down mall
With a broken down Santa Claus
And I said:
"Santa Claus, what can I do to have everything I want in my life?"
And Santa Claus said to me:
"Get your head out of your own asshole Son"

Ahhh yeah
Get out of your Christmas rut!
I've got some dynamite in my trunk
Let's get you out of your Christmas rut!
I've got a present for you
It's a box of old dumb luck

There goes Santa Claus
Walking home from the Mall
I think he's got a bottle of Ripple in him
Go, Santa Claus, go!!!

Ahhhh, come on
Get out of your Christmas rut!
We're drinking with a Mall Santa Claus
That's (Huh?) down on his luck
C'mon, get out of that Christmas rut!
How about loaning your guardian angel
About $150 bucks?

(Holiday Bell Ringer: )
The holidays  
It's about family
And friends
And peace on earth

(Drunk Santa comment:) 
Yeah?!?! (ha)" Peace on Earth"
More like 'piece of the action' if you ask me!

Lucy Clip: "You're in a rut! A big fat rut!
"I think we're gonna need some good Attorneys"
Get out of your Christmas rut!

Christmas Rut!

Failing The Ascent

Made in 2023

Video; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91nYyCAjCYk

Desert Jungle

Shadowrealms

(Track is under constrution)

Welcome, my dear, to the death parade.
Get in line for some greed and hate.
Everyone here has made their decision —
W⁹e choose the one with the suicide mission.

We took the wrong way, lost our pride,
Bliss was not enough and fairness died.
We lit the match, we watched it fade,
Now we march in the death parade.

Terrorism is the tool of choice;
Chants of hate fill the world with noise.
Who teaches this to girls and boys?
All for money — paid with blood and ploys.

We took the wrong way, can’t deny,
Poisoned oceans, burning sky.
Mother Nature’s not to blame,
Father’s chasing power and fame.

We took the wrong way, lost our pride,
Bliss was not enough and fairness died.
We lit the match, we watched it fade,
Now we march in the death parade.

So my dear, we're in the death parade.
Hold the line, for more greed and hate.
Everyone here has made their decision —
We choose the one with the suicide mission.

They push the red button —
You have a sudden death.
No time for slow rot,
So take a last deep breath.

Now it’s finally over,
No more human stupidity.
No more seeing a baby smile,
No one crying for me.

Wrong Way (pre-release version)

Wandering sleepwalker looking through warm windows...

Failing The Ascent

My Nocturnal Twin

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