Embrace the Storm (2025) – Facing new beginnings
Embrace the Storm is a powerful symphonic metal song about facing changes. Driven by heavy riffs, soaring choirs and operatic vocals, this song captures the raw chaos of transformation like staring into the heart of a storm, a sense of something breaking apart to make way for something new. Are you ready to cast off the weight of the past and give yourself into the storm?
This is the instrumental version.

You can find this song on all streaming portals and Bandcamp:
https://too.fm/ndm-embrace-the-storm
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com/album/embrace-the-storm

Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, piano, synthesizer, programming, production
Sebastien Jean: electric guitar, acoustic guitar, lead guitar, bass

Where to find us:
https://soundcloud.com/nadinedemacedo
https://elirahscross.bandcamp.com
https://soundcloud.com/nadiaselvaggi

Embrace the Storm

Embrace the Storm (Instrumental) [feat. Nadia Selvaggi]

Death by Rock´n Roll

Work in progress- hope to finish this one soon

work-in-progress-2025-06-13

Hey there, inhabitants of the music planet!🙌🏻
We dusted off 2050's Blues, one of our less famous tracks from last year. Back then, landing 100 plays on SoundCloud was basically a celebration. Lately, thanks to their algorithm pushing AI stuff, it kinda feels like we’re almost back there 🤔. We gave it a proper makeover with fresh guitar and bass effects, a couple of sneaky layers to spice it up, drums fixed with no more clipping madness, and even the vocals got a serious upgrade. Turns out Tom was a little too generous with the compression last time, yeah, blame the producer! 🤣
Now it finally grooves the way it was meant to.
Enjoy the listen.🎧

Lyrics:

Sittin' on the corner
Watchin' hovercars fly by
In this world of technology
Where blues still survive
2050's got me feelin' so low
A hundred years past the blues
But the pain still overflows

Steppin' on the concrete
Neon lights fill the streets
But there's still that melancholy in the melodies that I sing
The electric guitar cries
Trumpet wails in despair
Piano keys tappin'
Tellin' stories of city streets at night

Lost in this concrete jungle
Looking for a sign
People rushing by
No time to stop and talk
But I keep on walking
Searching for that spark

Skyscrapers reach high
They touch the sky
But all I see are empty buildings passing me by
The city's chaos
It's a symphony of sound
But I'm just trying to find my way around

Oh
Neon lights
City streets at night
Lost in this concrete jungle
Looking for a sign
People rushing by
No time to stop and talk
But I keep on walking
Searching for that spark

Skyscrapers reach high
They touch the sky
But all I see are empty buildings passing me by
The city's chaos
It's a symphony of sound
But I'm just trying to find my way around

Oh
Neon lights at night
Lost in this concrete jungle
Looking for a sign
People rushing by
No time to stop and talk
But I keep on walking
Searching for that spark

Skyscrapers reach high
They touch the sky
But all I see are empty buildings passing me by
The city's chaos
It's a symphony of sound
But I'm just trying to find my way around

Lost in the city
Can't find my way home
Surrounded by strangers
Feeling all alone
But I won't give up

2050's Blues (Revamped)

Learning to live

Music, arrangements, production, keyboards by Di Lovero. Bass, guitar, arrangements, mix by Bruno Mylonas. Mastering Virgil Guy.

One way love instrumental

Work

Hey everyone, I'm here to share with you a song that's really important to me. It's about the complexities of power and greed, specifically referencing Trump's actions towards Iran. In my view, Trump's greed is what drove his decisions, and this song is a reflection of that. The lyrics explore themes of war, exploitation, and the distortion of truth for personal gain. I believe Trump's actions were motivated by self-interest rather than a genuine concern for national security or global stability. This song is my way of expressing those feelings and sparking conversation about the impact of greed on our world. 

This song was sparked by an article I read on Facebook that I agree with 100% by a very wise man... Dr. James Greenberg...
https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=pfbid02hgXKdsJUFeD7A5iQSfKMRnpEozdsCNPryHCUYsQ72tyUwbU79iH76q2FDjWe2gifl&id=1027639898&mibextid=ZbWKwL 


LYRICS: 

[Verse 1]
Missiles fly while the markets climb,
Smoke and blood for a headline shine.
They say it's justice, they say it's right,
But the truth’s in the deals signed late at night.
No noble cause, just power in disguise,
Wrapped in flags and televised lies. 

[Pre-Chorus]
This ain’t defense, this is theater,
Every bomb, a crown for the cheater. 

[Chorus]
It’s war by design, not war by demand,
Blood on the sand, deals in his hand.
He sells the chaos, we pay the price,
Truth is buried under media ice.
This ain’t freedom, it’s a show for the throne—
And he’s cashin’ in while we scream alone. 

[Verse 2]
He bombs abroad to silence here,
To cloak the courts and fuel the fear.
Commanding cameras, not battlegrounds,
Just spectacle sold in surround sound.
Every blast a bid for grace,
While justice chokes in a shadowed place. 

[Pre-Chorus]
This ain’t defense, this is theater,
Every blast makes the tyrant cleaner. 

[Chorus]
It’s war by design, not war by demand,
Blood on the sand, deals in his hand.
He sells the chaos, we pay the price,
Truth is buried under media ice.
This ain’t freedom, it’s a show for the throne—
And he’s cashin’ in while we scream alone. 

[Verse 3]
Civil rights in the crosshairs now,
Dissent is danger, we’re disavowed.
Enemies foreign, enemies near—
He draws no line, just feeds on fear.
Survival’s his script, spectacle his law,
Empires fall to the sound of his draw. 

[Bridge]
So raise your voice before it’s banned,
Before protest turns to contraband.
This ain’t just bombs across the sea—
It’s a war on truth and on you and me.
From border walls to airstrike flames,
It’s profit dressed in patriot names. 

[Chorus]
It’s war by design, not war by demand,
Blood on the sand, deals in his hand.
He sells the chaos, we pay the price,
Truth is buried under media ice.
This ain’t freedom, it’s a show for the throne—
And he’s cashin’ in while we scream alone. 

[Chorus – Final]
It’s war by design, the rich never die,
Just stack their stocks while mothers cry.
It’s theater, blood-soaked and raw,
A strongman’s bid to dodge the law.
Don’t call it defense, don’t call it pride—
It’s power feeding genocide. 

[Outro]
So light no candle, sound no hymn,
This war ain't ours—it’s built for him.
And when the smoke clears, what will remain?
Just silence, fire… and profit from pain.

Fire for Profit

“She walks. Time collapses. I scream what the galaxy forgot.” Vedran

Vedran - I Fight Time - She

Alone Again * Copyright SCRT

Suppressed historical facts about the Neckar region:
In addition to southern Hessen and the Franconian region, Baden and northern Württemberg are also among the regions in which there were documented attacks on humans by frogs, salamanders and toads between the end of the 15th century and the 1530s. In the villages of Neckarzimmern, Haßmersheim and Neckarmühlbach alone, there were 21 attacks in 1524, resulting in a total of thirteen deaths among the inhabitants, seven of whom were children of kindergarten or primary school age.
In 1531, the town chronicle of Eberbach reports of regular hunts by frogs and amphibians with sticks and stones on the inhabitants of Eberbach and Hirschhorn in meadows and marshes in “considerable” numbers, in which there were “again many victims to mourn”.

Remarkably, these facts remained completely unknown for a long time. The reason for this can be cited as the efforts of the local associations, which were tightly run by the National Socialists from 1933 to 1956, to falsify history through book burnings, denial campaigns and deliberate misdirection in order to establish, reinforce and nourish the legend of the Aryan and thus invincible superhuman.

Tadpoles To The Arms
(Derived and reinterpreted from an old forest-pond kindergarten song for tadpoles and little frog and toad children)

Born in a pond
near nowhere
The heir to the throne,
Can you feel his power?

Built up strong.
Just arms and legs must grow.
Crown and scepter will be mine
Gonna bring you harm and pain!

Grow you legs and throw your back
Out the swamp and kiss the sand
Go you pride and go attack
Conquer might and conquer land...

Tadpoles dive deep
Don’t try to compete!
Tadpoles rise steep
Expect no mercy to receive!

Out the swamp and kiss the sand
Grow your legs and throw your back
Conquer might and conquer land
Grow your pride and go attack

Neither as lamb nor wulf
As frog I’ll be your god
King of the puddle
Emperior of the pond

The lurch is at my feet
Even waterlillies pay homage
Crown and scepter are the tools
To rule the universe!

Grow you legs and throw your back
Out the swamp and kiss the sand
Grow you pride and go attack
Conquer might and conquer land...

Tadpoles achieve
tremendous force!
Tadpoles rise steep
Expect no mercy to receive!

Tadpoles, to the arms...

Tadpoles To The Arms

Three men who like rocking garage heavy metal (80s and 90s thrash metal, oldschool death, punk, grind rock and stuff), drinking beer and texting funny, amazing and bloodthirsty lyrics (Highschool problematics, German historical problematics, frogs, panters/lepards/tigers etc., cold war, Punic Wars, Sioux wars, murderer, true crime etc). And drinking beer.

Tadpoles To The Arms

PoWer dEath PaNtHeR cLaW