Spectrum - Aurorium

என் மனதின் ஆழத்தில் சைக்கோரைக் கேட்டு வாழ்கிறேன்
психиканы тыңлап, акылымның тирәнлегендә яшәү
живу в глибинах свого розуму, слухаючи сайкор

The microcosm and the macrocosm align to bring this project to life. 2 souls, 2 bodies, 2 minds and 2 brothers transform their ideas into symphonies and dark, immersive atmospheres, with terrifying bass and heartbreaking highs, mixing and producing since 2022.

#PPMKSALVC 🇲🇽

Naturaiz Records (BRA)
https://soundcloud.com/naturaiz

https://soundcloud.com/vallak_live
https://soundcloud.com/adrianlivee

Welcome to Death End Records

You're at the end. Now let's begin 

Feel free to send demos, samples or snippets of your tracks to my inbox if your interested in joining my recording label. Open to all genres and styles.

Artist Starting Lineup. Join Our Team

Psychoalchemist

https://soundcloud.com/gabriel-beyer-144485733

Akeno

https://soundcloud.com/akeno-prod

รครt๏кє

https://soundcloud.com/brandon-sastoke

Pzikonauta

https://soundcloud.com/pzikonauta

Subin

https://soundcloud.com/methamphetamin3

Choronzon

https://soundcloud.com/user-463052998-750631615

Ukhu Pacha (Rado)

https://soundcloud.com/7raifldmn4vx

mother Of Misery (Luis Salgado)

https://soundcloud.com/luis-salgado-225031352

Octa Dawn (Valentina)

https://soundcloud.com/octadawnv

For inquiries contact me at 

schizoman89@gmail.com

DarkPsy^Hitech ♈️
Hard Techno🤘🏻

For People With Eclectic Taste In Dark Genres Of Psychedelic Music🔱
Dark Psy, Dark Forest, Dark Hi-Tech, Psycore, Experimental, Slambient,Dark Ambient🏴‍☠️

You Can't See The Eyes Of The Demon, Until Him Come Calling☠️

Music For Split Personality Disorder.
Sharing My Taste And Collection With Others.
Aiming To Create A One-Stop, Top Notch Collective With Great Psychedelic Music On SoundCloud. 💨

Have Always Been A Music Lover And A Keen Listener Of Psychedelic Music.
Keeping It Raw. Keeping It Underground.⚕️

Always In Loving Memory And Remembrance Of Shri Mahant Mangalanand Puri Ji🙏

The Great Indian Psycore Syndrome🏴‍☠️🔱🕉️
 https://www.facebook.com/groups/1384564748386158/?ref=share





He did not wake up — he remembered that he existed.

Around him stretched an endless ocean of pale light, cold and lifeless like the gaze of an ancient god. 
No ground, no direction, only a crushing emptiness in which even thoughts grew heavy. And yet: beneath his feet stretched a disk of glass, thin as the ice on a dying pond.

Below, a clockwork of inhuman scale ground on — colossal gears spewing rusty sparks into the abyss, iron giants whose movements were so old they seemed to steer the very breath of the world. The sound of ticking was everywhere, a flat, malicious pulsing that seeped into his bones.

He stepped forward.
The glass trembled. Another step. A soft, hungry cracking.
With a scream that did not come from his mouth, but from reality itself, the world broke beneath him.
He fell — or rather: he was devoured.

The clockwork peeled flesh from thought, tore memory from consciousness as he plunged downward. Gears, their edges glowing with obscure colors, slashed past him so closely that they carried the whispering of lost souls.

Time had no name here.
He became a droplet in a black river, carried through planes of existence beyond understanding.

When his consciousness finally began to take form again, he saw:

Windows — cracks in the fabric of nothingness.
Beyond them: worlds never meant for human eyes.

The darkness itself breathed words into him, formless yet sharp:

Choose. But know: every step is a chain. Every choice a sacrifice.

He floated, alone with his fear, his hunger for meaning — and the knowledge that every world would change him.
Perhaps break him.
Perhaps erase him.

-Orv