80s style to it, pretty good stuff for the support

Rock

Edge Of The Knife

Bugs All Over

Wolf and Desire

Chained to a Rock

The Outlaw

music for reading, relaxing and meditating

Song of Winter's night

The second composition of the AEON album.
Self-evident harmonic landscapes in D Mixolydian.

Drums, keys, guitar, sax and bass by UPFUSION.
Composed and mastered by UPFUSION.

Axiom

Listen on Spotify, Apple Music and other streaming platforms:
https://notsupposedtohappen.yanniskazakos.com

A piece of music about the unexpected (whatever that means) dramatic life events. 
The why me or the why not me questions. 

I hope you enjoy it and that this piece resonates with you.

Composed, Performed & Produced by Yannis Kazakos

You can support me and buy this track on Bandcamp: 
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Not Supposed to Happen

Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/luchador-version-instrumental

LUCHADOR (Texto de Jesús Lainez Betoré)

Se acerca la pausa luchador
Algo va frenando ese reloj
Tus huesos protestan luchador
Y todavía les queda lo peor

Farolas grises luchador
te dejan en la habitación
Cierras tus ojos luchador
tras un mal día otro peor

Recuerda el fuego luchador
que entregaste en la competición
Tu espalda contra el hormigón
Ha dado un claro perdedor

Estribillo

Y el sueño que regresa de nuevo a tu cama
perdió su color y el gris ahora cubre tu cara
Y el fuego que te hizo mover las montañas
ya te abandonó y enfermo no sale de casa

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Se acerca la pausa luchador
algo va frenando ese reloj
Sigues luchando luchador
Para dar a los tuyos lo mejor

Dura lucha luchador
y no se vió en televisión
Pide campana luchador
que todavía queda lo peor

Cierras tus ojos luchador
el fuego ya te abandonó
Tu espalda contra el hormigón
ha dado un claro perdedor

Estribillo

FIGHTER

The break is approaching, fighter
Something is slowing down that clock
Your bones protest, fighter
And the worst is yet to come

Gray streetlights, fighter
leave you in the room
You close your eyes, fighter
after a bad day, another worse

Remember the fire, fighter
that you gave in the competition
Your back against the concrete
Has given a clear loser

Chorus

And the sleep that returns to your bed
lost its color and gray now covers your face
And the fire that made you move mountains
has already abandoned you and sick, he won't leave the house

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The break is approaching, fighter
something is slowing down that clock
You keep fighting, fighter
To give your people the best

Tough fight, fighter
and it wasn't seen on television
Call for the bell, fighter
the worst is yet to come

You close your eyes, fighter
the fire has already abandoned you
Your back against the concrete
has given a clear loser

Chorus

LUCHADOR (Feat. Jesús Lainez)

You Wanted All Of Me (maxter)

“Soul Hunt” is one of the most direct and visceral tracks on the album — a relentless vision of unseen warfare, where human souls are the prize in an eternal struggle between forces far greater than ourselves. Based on one of my oldest lyrics ever written, the song captures a world drenched in fear and metaphysical violence. Peace is yearned for but never found.

The verses paint a bleak picture: “It’s all over” declares one line; “Bloodstained icons weep in woe” ends another. These aren’t just poetic images — they’re cries from a world where fragile human lives are tossed into a cosmic battleground beyond comprehension. The music echoes this turmoil with razor-sharp, old-school thrash metal riffing, driving the message home with unrelenting force.

At its heart, “Soul Hunt” forms the eschatological core of the album — a dark framework where the sacred collides with the violent. The Latin chorus, “Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna” (“Deliver me, O Lord, from eternal death”), taken from the Roman Catholic Office of the Dead, becomes more than a liturgical chant. It’s a desperate plea for endurance, for grace, for something to hold onto in the face of annihilation.

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SOUL HUNT

A star fell blazing, torn from the sky,
Ghostfire flickers, years burn dry.
Lunatic echoes are tearing the spheres,
Behind steel gates, the enemy appears.

He winks at me with a hollow stare –
A pupil-less gaze, a frozen glare.
"Come with me," he speaks to me, "behold!
We'll walk in the void like the gods of the old!"

Bell tolls crash on the lead-gray land,
The last fires go out, lost in the sand.
It’s all over – we fade in the tide, 
abandoned island, fortress denied.

Life’s breath is stolen, I drink from the still,
degusting the wine that the ages spill.
Spare me, O Lord, from the hunter’s chase,
Grant me, O Father, a night of grace!

Libera me Domine
de morte eterna! 
(Deliver me, O Lord, 
from eternal death)

The forest echoes from the hunting cries,
Dark shadows creep where the lost souls lie.
A soul hunt is raging deep down below,
bloodstained icons weep in woe.

Horror Sacri

Soul Hunt

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NEGLIGENCIX - Miércoles

Hello, my blank friend
Here you are again
So quiet
So wide
So impossibly pale

What do I want to write?
A memory?
A confession?
A truth I shouldn't say aloud?
Or a lie so beautiful it feels like truth?

"You want too much
Every word will betray you
I will outlast them"

No, I don't want monuments
I want seeds
Something that grows
when no one is watching
Something that sings
without permission

"Seeds rot
Songs fade
Every mark is a scar"

But purity is silence
Purity is death
I would rather wound you
than leave you untouched

Maybe the first word
isn't the right word
Maybe the first line
will shame me tomorrow
But tomorrow isn't here
And tonight
I need to begin

"Then begin.
Bleed on me
I will hold it
I will remember"

Not perfect.
Not final
But alive
And that is enough

Hello, my blank friend
"Hello"

My Blank Friend

Incense (no beat version)

About various aspects of Scottish History - and the importance of remembering and moving on.

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