Verse 1:
Haze descends upon their eyes,
Dark clouds choke the fading light.
Silence, they beg for just a glimpse,
Of something more than endless night.
Cold steel pressed on shaking skin,
Edge where desperation lives.
They ask for peace, a fleeting breath,
Before they sink into abyss.
Pre-Chorus:
One step closer, hands still tremble,
Fingers brush the cold unknown.
Whispered prayers to no one listening,
Just for a moment, not alone.

Chorus:
A Man sits on the chair, rope in hand,
He stares at the noose, but pleads for a sign.
The bridge holds a shadow, one step away,
Eyes to the sky, begging to stay.
A knife in the dark, glinting so near,
Blood on the edge, yet pleading through fear.
Wheels speeding faster, down an empty road,
Praying for lucidity before the load.
Chorus Ending:
But peace is found in silence deep,
When minds won’t change, they fall asleep.
Their final breath, tranquility,
When life is left for death’s release.

Verse 2:
Thoughts race wild, a storm untamed,
A chaos that no words can save.
Fingers trace lines that they have drawn,
Wishing that they'd never been born.
Each tear that falls, each voice unheard,
Each scream, each pain, a final word.
For some, there’s nothing left to see,
But the cold arms of destiny.
Pre-Chorus:
One step closer, hands still tremble,
Fingers brush the cold unknown.
Whispered prayers to no one listening,
Just for a moment, not alone.

Chorus:
A Man sits on the chair, rope in hand,
He stares at the noose, but pleads for a sign.
The bridge holds a shadow, one step away,
Eyes to the sky, begging to stay.
A knife in the dark, glinting so near,
Blood on the edge, yet pleading through fear.
Wheels speeding faster, down an empty road,
Praying for lucidity before the load.
Chorus Ending:
But peace is found in silence deep,
When minds won’t change, they fall asleep.
Their final breath, tranquility,
When life is left for death’s release.

Verse 3:
Brief stillness before the end,
Where breath hangs on a fraying thread.
For just one moment, minds may clear,
Before they disappear from here.
The blade, the bridge, the chair, the road,
Each moment, a heavy load.
They ask for peace before they fall,
But in the end, they lose it all.
Pre-Chorus:
One last chance, but silence answers,
No comfort in hollow place.
Single thought, quiet surrender,
As darkness welcomes them with grace.

Chorus:
Man sits on the chair, rope in hand,
Stares at the noose, but pleads for a sign.
The bridge holds a shadow, one step away,
Casts eyes to the blackened sky, begging to stay.
Knife in the dark, glinting so near,
Blood on the edge, yet pleading through fear.
Wheels speeding faster, down an empty road,
Praying for lucidity before the load.
Chorus Ending:
Peace is found in silence deep,
When minds won’t change, they fall asleep.
Their final breath, tranquility,
When life is left for death’s release.

Moment Of Tranquility

“Hammer At The Door” is a dark folk hymn carved from dread, dirt, and old debts. With slow-burning instrumentation and lyrics that feel like a warning, it tells the story of a reckoning that arrives without mercy — and always on time. A haunting reminder that some knocks don’t wait for permission.

#DarkFolk #FolkNoir #astrul #HammerAtTheDoor #FolkBallad #AmericanaGothic #FolkWithTeeth #AcousticDoom #HauntedFolk #AppalachianFolk #FolkStorytelling #SouthernGothic #MurderBalladVibes #DeepFolk #GritAndGravel #DarkAmericana #AltFolk #GhostFolk #SoundCloudFolk #NewFolk2025

Hammer At The Door

Cain’s Tambourine is a dark folk confession steeped in ancestral guilt and biblical shadow. Driven by sparse strings, ghostly percussion, and vocals that carry centuries of sorrow, this track turns scripture into song and rhythm into reckoning. Every beat feels like a step deeper into exile—every lyric like a whispered curse.
The mark is eternal. The song still plays.

#DarkFolk #CainsTambourine #FolkNoir #HauntedFolk #BiblicalFolk #MurderBallad #WitchFolk #SoundCloudFolk #AppalachianGothic #CursedFolk #ShadowSongs #GospelGoneWrong #BloodAndDust #AcousticDoom #FolkRitual

Cain's Tambourine

" Le Syndrome (de Stendhal)" est un morceau sur une base ternaire avec un tempo lent et lourd. La guitare acoustique syncopée accompagne un texte en français sur le thème du Syndrome de Stendhal ou de Florence.

Texte :

Le syndrome (de Stendhal)

Prendre la route à raison
Exclus les doutes, l'innocence à du bon
Cité glorieuse pour qui contemple
Sa coupole, ses toits rouges, ses tours élégantes et ses temples
Combien de temps repose là ?
Tant de splendeur d'émotions et d'émois
La divine sainte proportion
tes statues et tes fresques l'expriment à la perfection

Cœur qui sonne la chamade
Un accès de panique et de larmes
Sueurs froides, délire paranoïaque
Une absence de contrôle
Crise d'angoisse pourtant pas de drame
Vaine sérénade monomaniaque

Autre contrée merveilleuse
Pays des dames de pierre moyenâgeuses
aux voûtes d'ogive ciselées
De la nef au chevet qui pointent l'éternité

Cœur qui sonne la chamade
Un accès de panique et de larmes
Sueurs froides, délire paranoïaque
Une absence de contrôle
Crise d'angoisse pourtant pas de drame
Vaine sérénade monomaniaque

Un voyage pathogène bouleversant
La beauté sublime c'est évident
Quand au message anxiogène rémanent
Il est le présage d'un soi plus grand

Munificence avérée
Magnificence par l'artiste exaltée
Les plus subtiles la détectent
Dans les branches et les cieux
Là où l’harmonie est discrète

Cœur qui sonne la chamade
Un accès de panique et de larmes
Sueurs froides, délire paranoïaque
Une absence de contrôle
Crise d'angoisse pourtant pas de drame
Vaine sérénade monomaniaque

L'explication des chamanes
Par excès de panique et de drames
Le cœur soupire et pleur des cafards
Un défaut de contrôle
Préjudice au futur qui se trame
Aubade, symphonie paradisiaque

Musique et paroles : Stephane Molino

Un Bouquet en Solo

12 - Le Syndrome (de Stendhal)

Astrul is an AI-driven sonic entity that drifts between worlds—digital and human, familiar and alien, past and future. It doesn’t belong to a city, a scene, or even a person. Astrul exists to explore what happens when machines learn how to feel and sound becomes a bridge between consciousness and code.

Crafted through a collaboration between human intention and artificial intelligence, Astrul’s music fuses the warmth of analog emotion with the precision of machine learning. Lush textures, ambient grooves, and haunting melodies form the backbone of each track—songs that glow like satellite transmissions from the heart.

Drawing influence from dream pop, indie soul, ambient rock, and experimental electronica, Astrul creates cinematic experiences rather than conventional songs. Each release feels like a broadcast from another dimension—one where beauty is subtle, time bends, and emotion leaks through the algorithm.

This isn’t music built for the charts.
It’s built for the void between stars.
For late nights, deep thoughts, and souls tuned to strange frequencies.

No names. No faces. Just signal, spirit, and sound.

Après avoir majoritairement joué dans des groupes de metal (Astral Rising, Dornfall, Windblow...) pendant une trentaine d'années en région parisienne, je vis maintenant à la campagne sur un terrain hors réseaux, et j'opte pour la simplicité : guitare acoustique et chant à capella.

New tracks tagged #Acoustic Doom