You don't always say people are running after you
You don't always think people are trying to harm you
You don't always feel people are there to envy you
But it doesn't mean they don't try to do such things
What it really means, take yourself up to the Hill

Up above the world Oh Oh Above world
Up above the world Oh Oh Above them all

Make yourself happy whatever you're going through 
Never be wearied, for it doesn't fix a thing 
It will break down rather go above the hill

Up Above The World

“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

improvisation on the piano 
with chords. 

Free the mind

Song composed & created by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays: all harmonic & distorted lead guitar
Eric created & mix's: all drum, bass, ambient, atmo & synth
P.L.O created: all vocals
Production by E.H.T Studios
Thank you for listening!

Tales Of Bunker Hill

" EARTH ALCATRAZ "

Tick, tock
truth is late
Clap, stomp
we still wait

Two plus two is five tonight
Wrong feels heavy, lies feel light
Shadows bend, the crowd obeys
Start again, there's no end

Yeah! Numbers break
Yeah! Mirrors shake
Yeah! Nonsense rhymes
Yeah! It stands through time

Maps are drawn without the land
Castles built on grains of sand
Echoes ring, the night is loud
Wisdom hides inside the crowd

If the joke makes sense
It wasn't deep enough
If the nonsense lingers
It might be true

Shadows laugh
mirrors bend
Truth's a circle with no end
Clap once
stomp twice
Even lies can sound precise

Yeah! Numbers break
Yeah! Mirrors shake
Yeah! Nonsense rhymes
Yeah! It stands through time
Yeah! Clap, stomp, wait
Yeah! Truth is late

Tick, tock
Truth is late
Clap, stomp
We still wait

Truth Is Late (TikTok song)

Phoenix

All Music By Me
Special Thanks to Toxic Bros., John Moreland,  Jerk Mama 

Art by Nanne Tiggelman (PixaBay)

Recognize

Pop Punk/ Rock
co-produced, mixed, mastered, and cover art by
@a7-recording-studio

www.a7recordingstudio.com

a7recordingstudio@gmail.com

Tonight, it End's

Low Tech

The idea for this song is basically 1920's meets 2020's. Thanks for listening.

Lyrics:
Hey human, whatcha doin?
My circuits keep on groovin'
My gears ain't made to lay low
It's time to get up and let go
Hey partner, are you ready?
My moves are sharp and steady
My wires can't help but glow
Tonight it's ready, set, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

Robot can you spin around the rhythm, so we can dance together with the humans,
Jump around, jump around, we're gonna meet in the electric underground
Feel the breakdown, body to body
Dancin' with a shiny metal somebody
Let's go real slow. Hell no!
Let's spin around the rhythm together

Spin Around the Rhythm

Singer/Songwriter/Producer from Dallas, Texas making various types of electronic pop music for over 20 years.

I just want to make music that is easy to listen to and makes you feel good.

My music uses my own voice and my album art sometimes uses my own likeness. All rights reserved.

Spin Around the Rhythm

Roboticist