This sound is here to stay 📍 Make sure it does — Nextscpro.com

Weaving fractal rhythms with murmurs of the ancient.
Where synthesizers howl through the jungle and hypnotic kicks mark digital rituals.
The primitive hides in codes corroded by time.
Do you follow the tempo... or does it follow you?

Blood Codex (Psychedelic Temple)

Huitzilopochtli, the left-handed hummingbird devouring darkness with obsidian wings. Was he not cosmogony’s first DJ? A god thirsting for rhythm and sacrifice, his existence hinged on the constant pulse of offered hearts: 139 BPM before time was encrypted into numbers.

His war was not against man, but against stillness. He demanded motion, fire, frenzy… like a kick piercing the ether to hold dawn aloft. What are his battles if not fractal rhythms of light tearing through night? He, who wove destiny with war chants, would now resonate through distorted synths: a god transmuted into frequency, his hunger for sun translated into gain peaks and infinite delay.

Are we not his new priests? Offering not hearts, but auditory ecstasy. Rituals where dance replaces the sword, and trance sustains that sun he embodied. Huitzilopochtli, architect of paradox: an ancestral god surviving in the drop of a track, in the digital heartbeat binding us to a sacred cycle.

(Is the "Templo Mayor" not now a dancefloor under strobes?) 🌅⚡

Templo Mayor Ascension

Weaver of fractal rhythms and ancestral murmurs. My enchantments are paradoxes: synthesizers that howl like a jungle, hypnotic kicks that pulse like forgotten rituals. The music here isn't sound; it's a portal to the primitive disguised as digital code. Do you follow the tempo... or does the tempo follow you?

(The trance isn't explained... it incubates.)

Templo Mayor Ascension

Nocturnal Coatl Beats

Recent comments

Ryan Bond

Related tracks