Temporal

Suicide Note

Chama

Soulfly XIII

Fractured Kin — Endless

They’ve been knocked down, burned out, written off — and they’re still standing.
Fractured Kin doesn’t fade. They endure. Endless is their declaration — a molten, heart-thundering testament to survival, rage, and rebirth.

Every scream, every riff, every echo of silence between the chaos is carved from the scars of persistence. From the opening roar to the final note that refuses to die, Endless is a reminder that some fires can’t be put out — they only grow stronger in the dark.

The female lead commands the storm like a deity of defiance — her voice cutting through the noise, equal parts pain and power. Each track is an anthem for those who’ve stood on the edge and refused to fall. Guitars snarl, drums explode, and through it all, her voice declares: We are not done. We never were.

This is more than music — it’s immortality with a pulse.
Endless doesn’t chase the spotlight. It creates it — a blinding burst of energy that dares the world to keep up.

Fractured Kin has no finish line, no final track, no last breath.
They are the echo after the world goes silent —
the rage that refuses to die.

Because some bands burn out.
Fractured Kin burns forever.
They are — Endless.

Endless

Satanic Anarchy

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Мама Lust, Monstera, собрала свои любимые нью битовые треки в один цельный танцевальный микс - в нем и горячая классика из 80-х, и полюбившаяся нашим слушателям музыка Randolph&Mortimer. Не танцевать не получится. 
Приятного прослушивания!

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Lyrics 

Hush now… hear the wire in the wind,
a warning written under my skin.
I used to laugh at thunder’s voice—
now I know it was never a choice.


I walked with my chin up, eyes on the crown,
kicked at the signs like they’d back down.
I thought the dark was just a door,
thought every law was meant to be torn.


But the air turns heavy when you cross that line,
and the night goes cold when you call it “mine”.
A thousand silent hands pull the strings—
you don’t see them… until it stings.


Don’t tempt the sky—don’t spit at fate,
don’t knock on the gates you can’t unmake.
There’s power in the storm, there’s teeth in the dark,
and every proud step leaves a mark.
Don’t tempt the sky—learn when to bend,
’cause what you defy might not forgive.
I’m not bowing down, I’m learning why—
you don’t win a war with the higher sky.


I tried to rewrite what time had planned,
cut the rope with my own bare hands.
But destiny laughed with a bitter grin,
and closed the room I was dancing in.
I saw my reflection split in two—
one said “run”, the other “prove”.


And the truth hits hard like a hammer swing:
you can’t outshout the choir of kings.
Not every fire is yours to hold,
not every story can be sold.


Don’t tempt the sky—don’t spit at fate,
don’t knock on the gates you can’t unmake...




You can rage… you can scream…
but the mountain doesn’t move for a dream.


Step back—feel it!
Stay sharp—know it!
The higher powers don’t need your praise—
they only answer to the weight of your ways!


Don’t tempt the sky—don’t spit at fate,
but don’t live small behind the gate.
Respect the storm, respect the night,
and carry your light like a blade of right.
Don’t tempt the sky—choose what you save,
walk with the truth, not a reckless wave.
I’m not bowing down, I’m learning why—
you don’t win a war with the higher sky.


Hush now… hear the wire in the wind,
a warning written under my skin.
I don’t fear the dark anymore—
I just don’t kick at that door.

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