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betrayed

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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Can't escape this digital hell
Something's broken, can't you tell?

I can't help but fall away
Heart pounds harder in the heat of shame
Need to save my soul, break these chains
Find me crawling through the decay

I need you father, need to believe
Too long lost in doubt and deceit
Just a man breaking down, won't retreat
But you won't win, I keep breathing

The algorithm bleeds
When real souls break free
You won't be the death of me
Won't be the death of me

Kill the screen, destroy this face
Enough is enough, done with this race
(Enough is enough!)
You took my mind, my time, my soul
Left me with an empty hole

I'm climbing out, I'm climbing out
Taking control, taking control

Empty promises on glowing screens
Fed me poison through machines
Chasing ghosts and losing sleep
Trading souls for dopamine

Addiction burns like acid rain
Digital chains around my brain
Breaking through the static noise
Learning to trust my voice

The devil can weep
When redemption runs deep
You won't be the death of me
Won't be the death of me

Kill the screen, destroy this face
Enough is enough, done with this race
(Enough is enough!)
You stole my peace, you stole my soul
Left me in an empty hole

I'm climbing out, I'm climbing out
Breaking the mold, breaking the mold

I'll walk to nowhere, breathe real air
Better than your digital snare
Sorry world, I ain't buying
What you're selling while I'm dying

Kill the screen, destroy this face
Enough is enough, you've lost this race
(You've lost this race!)
You had my mind, my time, my soul
But left me in an empty hole

I'm climbing out, I'm climbing out
(Rising up!)
Taking control, taking control
(Watch me unfold!)

Find me where the silence calls
I rise from digital decay
This is resurrection day
Resurrection day




Resurrection Day

Drums rush like panic, but the melody moves slow and wounded. This is the final step: not redemption, but acceptance. He won’t forget. He won’t forgive. But he chooses to keep breathing.

The Quiet Reset

This track is the scream I never got to let out, the truth I wasn’t allowed to speak. It’s a song for every survivor who was told to stay quiet, who was made to feel small, broken, or invisible. “Name in the Fire” lit the match—this is the aftermath. Stronger. Louder. Unapologetic. Every lyric is a scar I’ve learned to wear with pride. This is for the ones who made it out and for the ones still fighting. You’re not alone.

The Fire I Became

Scars Like Stars

The Key

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"Echoes in the Fog" - The climax of Abberline’s journey. Guided by Crowe’s final ciphered messages, Abberline discovers the ritual to sever the entity’s grip: the vessel must die, and another must bear the curse. In a derelict church drowned in fog, Abberline faces Crowe, who flickers between monstrous host and pleading friend. With the pendant shielding him, Abberline drives the ritual blade home, granting Crowe release while binding the Codex’s curse into himself. As Crowe whispers his final thanks, the veil shudders and closes, but whispers still linger in the fog. Abberline, marked and forever changed, steps into the night as both detective and vessel—the hunter and the haunted.


[Intro]
The veil hangs torn, the city bleeds,
The Codex whispers ancient creeds.
A voice of man, a god disguised—
The final truth revealed to my eyes.

[Lyrical Intro]
The cipher led, the path was shown,
Through blood and ash, through flesh and bone.
One vow remains, the blade must fall,
To break the chain, to end it all.

[Verse 1]
I found his words in walls of stone,
Each line inscribed, yet not his own.
A faded photo, shadows weep,
His family’s secrets buried deep.
The pendant glows, the knife is near,
The fog resounds with what I fear.
His eyes reveal a fractured soul,
A man undone, no longer whole.

[Chorus – soaring cleans with gothic choir]
Echoes in the fog—his voice remains,
A soul in torment, bound by chains.
Echoes in the fog—his plea, his name,
I end the rite, I bear the flame.

[Interlude
So bind the flesh, so break the seal,
The Codex burns, the wound won’t heal.
So mark the skin, so call the night,
The host must fall to end the rite.

[Verse 2]
“Do it!—free me now,
The god has claimed what I allow.
These hands are not my own to guide,
The shadow waits, it will not hide.
Strike deep, my friend, the stars converge,
The knife the key, the blood the surge.
The fog will howl, the Codex feed—
Through me it reigns, through me it bleeds.”

[Pre-Chorus]
I hold the blade, my hand will shake.
(You must strike true—for both our sakes.)
The veil resists, the Codex cries—
(This is the end—its grip denies!)

[Chorus]
Echoes in the fog—the bond I sever,
One man redeemed, one cursed forever.
Echoes in the fog—the soul is freed,
The god recoils, yet clings to me.

[Bridge]
Zorath’nim! (unbind the chain!)
Mor’thak keleth! (death-words remain!)
Corpus fractum! (the flesh must die!)
Anima mea! (the soul will rise!)

[Breakdown]
Strike! The gate resounds!
Fall! The host unbound!
Burn! The Codex sears!
Bind! I bear its fears!

[Final Chorus]
Echoes in the fog—his voice departs,
The night still binds, it grips my heart.
Echoes in the fog—her blood, his plea,
One soul set free, one curse on me.

[Extended Outro]
“Thank you, Frederick…”
“Forgive me, friend…”
The pendant burns, the Codex brands,
Its scripture carved into my hands.

The fog recedes but not for long,
Its whispers weave an endless song.
I step alone, the night my shroud,
A vessel born, the curse a vowed.

Tenebris aeternum… (eternal dark)
Domine Umbra… (lord of shadow)
Anima fracta… (broken soul)
VINCIT UMBRA! (THE SHADOW WINS!)

[Outro]
I walk these streets where silence weeps,
I am the vessel the Codex keeps.
Echoes in the fog—they call, they bind…
I hunt the dark… yet it is mine.

Ahhhh... ahhhh... ahhhhhh...
Ohhhh... ohhhh... ohhhhhh...
Mmmmm... mmmmm... mmmmmmm...

Echoes in the Fog

A jazz-metal barrage where syncopated, angular guitars and clashing piano accents slice through breakneck odd-meter drums. Verses pivot between aggressive distortion and lush modal jazz voicings while the bass threads intricate lines through shifting tempos to keep the tension high. Over that pressure cooker, the lyrics drop you into Joshua L. Chamberlain’s eyes at Little Round Top: cartridges nearly gone, “Fix bayonets” shouted into smoke, the left flank hinging tight, the Colt Navy spitting multiple shots before any ramrod can matter, Melcher breaking the center, prisoners begging water, and the ridge holding under a brutal downhill charge. Every section tightens like a vise, from whispered counts of the last rounds to a final command to advance, until cold iron “writes the law” and the tide breaks.

For fans of technical heaviness with cinematic storytelling, this track marries odd-time precision to battlefield grit and turns history into a modern, nerve-rattling anthem.

Bayonets at Little Round Top

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dead way of living

Been playing guitar and bass since I was a kid.  Gradually transitioned to learning keyboard and drums as well.  Started writing my own songs when I was 15.  I’ve written well over 1000 songs in my lifetime . I'm a fully functioning studio and work with various musicians worldwide. I enjoy working with all genres.  Im registered with ASCAP and hope and pray daily someone will buy my songs. Check out my website at rorydavidmusic.com.

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Rory David