"Empty Hands" explores the raw journey from betrayal to self-discovery, weaving through the shadows of toxic relationships and workplace prejudice to emerge in a place of unexpected strength. With haunting vocals set against a dark bedroom pop soundscape, the track builds from intimate vulnerability to a powerful declaration of self-worth. 

Each verse peels back layers of disillusionment – from friends who take without giving, to colleagues who dismiss years of experience – while the choruses transform these wounds into wisdom. The bridge marks a turning point where grey skies and bitter days give way to a profound realization: sometimes losing everything makes room for something better.

Written from a place of deep personal truth, "Empty Hands" speaks to anyone who's ever given too much, trusted too freely, or felt invisible in their own story. It's an anthem for the underestimated, a goodbye letter to fair-weather friends, and ultimately, a promise to oneself.

Empty Hands

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Blóðreisn is a sonic incantation from the depths of the ancient North. Inspired by the forgotten rituals of the Norse peoples, this piece invokes the raw energy of blood, earth, and sacred fire.

Carried by heavy, slow percussion struck on animal hides, the music progresses like a funeral march toward an ancient sanctuary. Guttural voices, ritual whispers in Old Norse, and war chants echo through the mist, accompanied by deep horns and reverberating bone flutes.

The fire crackles, the wind howls in the mountains, the spirits sing through men. Blóðreisn is not a simple song: it is a rite of passage. A rise to tribal ecstasy, where lineage, gods, and flesh merge in a final drumbeat.
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Blóðreisn est une incantation sonore venue des profondeurs du Nord ancestral. Inspirée des rituels oubliés des peuples nordiques, cette pièce invoque l'énergie brute du sang, de la terre et du feu sacré.

Portée par des percussions lourdes et lentes frappées sur des peaux d'animaux, la musique progresse telle une marche funèbre vers un sanctuaire ancestral. Voix gutturales, murmures rituels en vieux norrois et chants guerriers résonnent dans la brume, accompagnés de cors profonds et de flûtes en os réverbérantes.

Le feu crépite, le vent hurle dans les montagnes, les esprits chantent à travers les hommes. Blóðreisn n'est pas un simple chant : c'est un rite de passage. Une ascension vers l'extase tribale, où lignage, dieux et chair fusionnent dans un ultime battement de tambour.
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Blóðreisn ist eine klangliche Beschwörung aus den Tiefen des alten Nordens. Inspiriert von den vergessenen Ritualen der nordischen Völker, beschwört dieses Stück die rohe Energie von Blut, Erde und heiligem Feuer.

Getragen von schweren, langsamen Perkussionsschlägen auf Tierhäuten, schreitet die Musik wie ein Trauermarsch zu einem uralten Heiligtum. Kehlige Stimmen, rituelles Flüstern in Altnordisch und Kriegsgesänge hallen durch den Nebel, begleitet von tiefen Hörnern und widerhallenden Knochenflöten.

Das Feuer knistert, der Wind heult in den Bergen, die Geister singen durch die Menschen. Blóðreisn ist kein einfaches Lied: Es ist ein Übergangsritus. Ein Aufstieg zur Stammesekstase, wo Abstammung, Götter und Fleisch in einem letzten Trommelschlag verschmelzen.

Blóðreisn

https://open.spotify.com/track/0zcESlodDyljakNtncvSII?si=32bf88f084cf4e5e

Tell me love, if a flame never lasts
Or the lie of waiting here for love over searching for it,
Would it be otherworldly for me to leave all of this for a second? 
I'll be coming back home
But until then, I’ll live on the road of love again

I’m on a train
I’m on the Regional
Goin' at the raw speed of our heads in a world of romance
It's so wonderful here
I'm taking a chance on my future 

I hope you understand all of this movement is for you, my old friend
(My younger self)
You’ll love this path to renew my faith in love in a newfound place down south
Where the blue French waves hit shore
I need this

It feels so holy inside my chest 
While thinking I’m inches away of bliss
Those beautiful hills
Overlooking my destination
Californian bliss

*produced by mat1k
*ninth song written for brontë

Regional Express

A mix of hard style, heavy metal, and house

dark house

Lyrics 

Got that raw power, watch me hit the line
Cranked up thunder, gonna make it mine
High voltage running, straight through my spine
Watch my kingdom rise, gonna make it shine

When the thunder rolls, I just want it more
Got that power surge right through my core
Watch me dominate, hear the engines roar
While they hesitate, I'm kickin' down doors


Rock after rock, we don't stop
(Keep it thunderin', keep it thunderin')
Straight to the stage, straight to the top
(Rock it, rock it)
Volume so loud, it can't drop
(Blast it, blast it)
This is my time, watch me rock
[BOOM]


Feel the amplifiers, cranked to the max
While they're sitting quiet, I'm layin' tracks
Got the power chord spreading like attacks
To the stage I own, dropping battle acts

From the garage up, now I'm blastin' up
Got that guitar scream like I'm lawless now
They don't understand how I claimed this crown
But I'm rockin' hard through this wild town


Rock after rock, we don't stop
(Keep it thunderin', keep it thunderin')
Straight to the stage, straight to the top
(Rock it, rock it)
Volume so loud, it can't drop
(Blast it, blast it)
This is my time, watch me rock
[BOOM]


Can't stop this sound (what?)
How I shake the ground (yeah)
Every riff we pound (rock)
Just to blast it out (loud)
Watch it amplify (grow)
Like a battle cry (know)
This ain't no surprise (nah)
This is how we ride (roll)


Rock after rock, we don't stop
(Keep it thunderin', keep it thunderin')
Straight to the stage, straight to the top
(Rock it, rock it)
Volume so loud, it can't drop
(Blast it, blast it)
This is my time, watch me rock
[BOOM]


Thunderstrike - REMASTERED - HD

Afterlife Handshake

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I m a tree

This is another of a short series of covers of myself singing, ( with solo ukulele), some of my all-time favourite songs. This  song was written in the early 60's by Canadian (of Cree Indian decent), Buffy St Marie.

My apologies, seems I was not singing clearly enough for the AI  to capture the lyrics, several  "typos" exist, and I need to correct and remix.

Until It's Time For You To Go - Cover

Xak Stahl: Alchemist of Sound, Architect of Emotion

Xak Stahl is a genre-blurring music artist, sonic storyteller, and relentless experimenter. Every track he creates is a new world—a kaleidoscope of indie folk, alt-pop, electronica, and global flavors—infused with raw emotion and boundless curiosity. Xak’s music isn’t just heard; it’s felt.

From Shadow to Spotlight

For Xak, music is metamorphosis. His journey began in the shadows, transmuting heartbreak and struggle into songs that glow with hope. Early anthems like “Neon Dreams” and “Rising Through the Darkness” invite listeners to find their own light. His newest project, Major Arcana, channels the mysteries of the Tarot—each song an archetype, each lyric a step along the path from the Fool’s first leap to the wisdom of The World.

More Than Music: A Multisensory Universe

But Xak isn’t confined to sound. As a visual artist and writer, he crafts immersive stories that spill across genres and languages—sometimes haunting, sometimes playful, always honest. Whether he’s conjuring lush soundscapes, weaving bilingual lyrics, or creating striking visuals, Xak’s art dares you to feel deeper and dream wilder.

An Invitation to Transformation

Join Xak Stahl on a sonic odyssey that blurs borders—between genres, between artforms, between you and the music. Each release is an invitation to explore, to heal, to become. For Xak, every song is a spell, every album a universe. The only question is: are you ready to step inside?

Empty Hands

XAK STAHL