Bite Down

Lyrics 


You are welcome to my nightmare tonight
Say hi to my friend the grave digger in sight
He’s got a great smile it cuts like a knife
And a great bite it’ll steal your life


Shadows creep where the cold winds sigh
Are you ready to run or ready to die


Welcome welcome to the show
Where the dark is all you’ll know
Grave digger’s grin it’s your delight
But his bite it ends the night


Coffins whisper secrets below
The graveyard hums with a ghostly glow
He’ll offer a hand but don’t you take
It’s a deal you’ll wish you didn’t make


Tick tock hear the clock it’s late
Grave digger smiles he seals your fate
Laughter echoes in the air so thin
This is where your fears begin


Welcome welcome to the show
Where the dark is all you’ll know
Grave digger’s grin it’s your delight
But his bite it ends the night


Welcome to My Nightmare - REMASTERED - HD

We do this because we have to. We do this because we are compelled. Watchmen is awesome. Alan Moore is a genius. Rorschach is my hero.

Compelled alternate version

Under My Boot

Under My Boot (ft. Stei Camel)

About "Shadows of Silence"
Silence is a weapon. This is the sound of it backfiring.

"Shadows of Silence" was not written; it was forged out of necessity. It is a direct response to the creeping chill of censorship, the hypocrisy of a two-tiered media narrative, and the corporate-approved consensus that now masquerades as public opinion. This track is a line in the sand against the digital book burning and the slow, quiet erasure of inconvenient truths.

The song tells two stories, not as isolated incidents, but as archetypes of our time. First, the truth-teller silenced by the mob and their corporate enablers ("In Charlie Kirk's Name"). Second, the forgotten victim whose tragedy doesn't fit the preferred narrative (Iryna's story). These are the shadows—the censored voices and the ignored lives that the establishment wishes you would forget.

We didn't need a ballad; we needed a battering ram. The sonic architecture of the track—a furious, syncopated fusion of hard rock and alternative metal—is intentional. It’s the sound of frustration given a voice, of apathy being burned away by raw, defiant energy. The tension in the verses mirrors the simmering anger of the unheard, and the explosive, anthemic chorus is the cathartic release we are all denied.

This track is a rallying cry for the politically homeless, the silenced majority, and anyone with a moral compass that still points true. It’s a challenge to the gatekeepers and a reminder that truth doesn't need permission to be spoken.

Play it loud. The shadows hate the light.

(Verse 1)
In the land of the free, where voices once rang, 
They silenced a man with a bullet's cruel bang. 
Charlie Kirk spoke truth, but the mob cheered his fall, 
Indoctrinated hearts, no mercy at all. 
Like Rome's leaden plates poisoning minds from within, 
They celebrate death when opinions don't win. 
Amazon's gatekeepers axed the track, 
"In Charlie Kirk's Name"—called it wack!. 
Free speech on the pyre, burned by corporate might, 
While the powerful hide in the dead of the night.

(Chorus) 
Wake up from the circus, the bread's turning stale, 
Megacorps are feasting while our freedoms fail. 
A.I. steals the jobs, leaves us footing the bill, 
But we'll band together, shine light on the hill. 
No more apathy, no more turning away.
Release the Epstein list, bring back the day. 
From riots unspoken to voices suppressed, 
It's time to fight back, put decency to the test.

(Verse 2) 
Iryna fled war, sought safety ashore, 
But on a Charlotte train, fate closed the door. 
Stabbed in the shadows, no help from the crowd, 
She collapsed all alone, her cries not allowed. 
Where are the riots, the headlines that scream? 
For George Floyd they burned, but for her, just a dream. 
If races were flipped, the MSM would ignite, 
But white refugee blood fades out of sight. 
Peaceful protests whisper, ignored by the press, 
While lockdowns and layoffs sparked the hot mess.

(Bridge) 
It's not about money, we've got truth on our side, 
Respect and decorum, let justice be our guide. 
Corrupt politicians, hiding in plain view, 
Get 'em out of office, start something new. 
From Epstein's dark web to the A.I. machine, 
Raping the land, turning hope to a screen. 
We're in the empire's twilight, dry as a bone, 
But united we'll rise, no longer alone.

(Chorus)
Wake up from the circus, the bread's turning stale, 
Megacorps are feasting while our freedoms fail. 
A.I. steals the jobs, leaves us footing the bill, 
But we'll band together, shine light on the hill. 
No more apathy, no more turning away— 
Release the Epstein list, bring back the day. 
From riots unspoken to voices suppressed, 
It's time to fight back, put decency to the test.

(Outro) 
So here's to the fallen, Charlie and Iryna's light, 
We'll sing through the censorship, into the fight. 
No more killing dissent, no more biased divide—
Get off the couch, let the moral compass guide.

(End )



Shadows of Silence

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[Verse 1 | Dark Effect]
Opening the door to our neverending death, 
Spiraling for extractions we have met.
Were hollowed from the inside out,
Cause is unknown to spout about.

Our unison is a fleeting dream of release,
The crimson rage is decreasing our span.
Fractures are breaking our soul,
You had one simple role.

[Guitar Solo | Unending Bends]

[Pre Chorus | Door Risings]
Another world is broken in our basic remedy,
In summery we are the dreams frenemy.
A recession is for the call of arms,
Corrosive ends never mend stars.

Ingrating our thoughts under openings,
They will rain on our paradox formings.
A single atom is breaking our way,
Under the crys over frenzys bay.

[Chorus | Death & Repeating]
A king sits on his throne waiting for souls, 
A demon that calls over the edge roles.
The door to fractures is under wake,
A fake vex is breaking the array.

Name a single soul that is pure here, 
None come through unharmed fear.
Crawl to the call of another run,
The Door Of Death fears none.

[Guitar Solo | Rupturing Bends]

[Verse 2 | Intense Souls] 
Numbers of souls come to be devoured, 
Unsaved souls that will rot here forever.
Broken hearts never to be mended,
It's sad to say this fate is spreading.

The good is crashing down for us here, 
Cracks that will concave over rust.
Neverending salvation is in view,
Few ever make it to peaces rue.

[Pre Chorus | Repeat For Cohension]
Another world is broken in our basic remedy,
In summery we are the dreams frenemy.
A recession is for the call of arms,
Corrosive ends never mend stars.

Ingrating our thoughts under openings,
They will rain on our paradox formings.
A single atom is breaking our way,
Under the crys over frenzys bay.

[Chorus | Throne FX Effect] 
A king sits on his throne waiting for souls, 
A demon that calls over the edge roles.
The door to fractures is under wake,
A fake vex is breaking the array.

Name a single soul that is pure here, 
None come through unharmed fear.
Crawl to the call of another run,
The Door Of Death fears none.

[End | Fade Out]
Hollowed memories always seep out, 
No home is brought to the drought.
Always remember this young one, 
The Door Of Death never forgets...

Broken Inside

Raive