¥VҢИÛ

“Bearer of Hollow Light”
Eerie and silent, a name that feels like it should never be said aloud.


In the forgotten valley where stars refuse to shine, whispers speak of ¥VҢИÛ, the Bearer of Hollow Light.
Born from the last breath of a dying sun, it crawled from the ash of time, unseen by gods or men.
It carries a lantern carved from bone, glowing not with fire—but with the absence of it.
Where its light falls, memories rot, and shadows peel from walls like dead skin.
Priests once tried to name it aloud; their tongues turned black and fell from their mouths.
It walks only where sorrow lingers, feeding on grief like wine aged in silence.
No mirror reflects it, no grave holds it—because it was never alive.
Children born under eclipses dream of its face but wake up blind.
Its coming is not marked by signs, but by the absence of all sound.
And when ¥VҢИÛ stands at your door, it won’t knock—it’ll just wait, until you open it.

ARTIST :
FARZÆD
SC : @farzad_fhn
ING : www.instagram.com/farzaed__

ARTWORK BY @farzad_fhn
MASTER BY @im_dispa

BANDCAMP FOR SUPPORT:
https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/v

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¥VҢИÛ

It didn’t happen all at once. Fear came quietly, like a shadow stretching just beyond my vision. It whispered lullabies of doubt, fed me comfort laced with decay. I welcomed it — a familiar ache — until it wrapped around my soul like barbed wire.

Piece by piece, I was unmade. My voice was the first to go — swallowed by silence thick as blood. Then my will. Then the light behind my eyes. Now I drift in a place where time rots, where even my screams echo back in a language I don’t understand.

No one comes here.
Not even death.
Only me — and the thing I’ve become.

FARZÆD
SC : @farzad_fhn
ING : www.instagram.com/farzaed__

ARTWORK BY @farzad_fhn
MASTER BY @im_dispa

BANDCAMP FOR SUPPORT:
https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/fear-drowned-me-in-myself-now-i-am-void-powerless-and-exiled-from-every-light

FEAR DROWNED ME IN MYSELF ,NOW I AM VOID, POWERLESS , AND EXILED FROM EVERY LIGHT

He was once a man of light, laughter echoing through halls now crumbled by betrayal.
When the world turned its back, he vanished into the silence, swallowed by his own shadow.
Years passed — forgotten by the world, remembered only by scars and ghosts.
But the pain never faded; it whispered names, replayed faces, burned memories into his soul.
Now, the ones he loved are shackled, suffering under the same cruelty that once broke him.
He knows returning means war — not just with his enemies, but with the monster he became.
Still, he walks the path of fire, shedding the illusion of peace for the truth of fury.
This vengeance is not for ego — it is justice carved from loss, forged in love.
He will rise not as who he was, but as what the world made him: reckoning.
And when the ashes settle, he’ll stare into the mirror, eyes hollow and alive, and whisper:
“Hello, me… it’s really FARZÆD .”
Then he laughs — not with joy, but with the sound of a soul reborn in fire. ;)

FARZÆD
SC : @farzad_fhn
ING : www.instagram.com/farzaed__

ARTWORK BY @farzad_fhn
MASTER BY @im_dispa

BANDCAMP FOR SUPPORT:
https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/emerge-from-the-shadows-bare-your-true-form-and-let-vengeance-consume-all

Emerge From The Shadows , Bare Your True Form And Let Vengeance Consume All

GHOSTMANE 

I broke the law in Madrid, and I'd do it again
I got a bitch in every city that I ever been
I thought the money would do something for the sadness in
Me but I'm deeper in the abyss than I've ever been
I've got two million other tracks, that all sound like this
So this flow is for the kids, that all miss that shit
But really I could give a fuck when anybody miss
I'm too chaotic, and the music is gon' reflect that shit
You think you've got it, oh, you think you've got it, oh
I always promised I would never rap about a narcotic
I'll keep my promise, but know that I'm still being honest
The help I need ain't coming
Now I'm pushing a button, to self-destruct me
And no, I don't wanna talk about it
I'll never take you up on your offer of trying to help me out of it
It's just a matter of time
Until I rest my eyes, go to sleep, and never come out of it
This is the only way that I'll ever be, cut and run, I'm not sorry
This is the only way that I'll ever be, cut and run, I'm not sorry
You can't get too close to me
You can't get too close to me
You can't get too close to me
I'll never be the "me" in your dream
I'm not sorry
This is the end for me
This is the end for me
This is the only way that I'll ever be, cut and run
I'm not sorry
You can't get too close to me
I'll never be the "me" in your dream
I'm not sorry
This is the only way that I'll ever be, cut and run
I'm not sorry
You can't get too close to me (yeah)
You can't get too close to me

FARZÆD
SC : @farzad_fhn
ING : www.instagram.com/farzaed__

ARTWORK BY @farzad_fhn
MASTER BY @im_dispa

BANDCAMP FOR SUPPORT:
https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/to-whom-it-may-concern-farz-d-edit

TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN (FARZÆD EDIT)

Betrayed by light, he fell into the maw of darkness, where time dissolved and madness whispered sweet lullabies.
He clawed at shadows, destroyed what remained of his soul, and begged for death — but death denied him.
In the silence of the abyss, he tore himself apart, bone from flesh, thought from memory, until only rage remained.
He was reborn, not as a man, but as something hollow — a vessel carved by vengeance and stitched with sorrow.
He walks now between heaven and hell, a blasphemy to both, a curse wrapped in human skin.
No salvation waits, no mercy follows; the gods turned their eyes, and the devils feared his name.
Each step he takes bleeds sacrifice — friends, love, innocence — peeled away like the skin of a serpent.
His heart beats with ash, his veins carry fire, and his face is a mask forged from grief.
Fear once ruled him, but now he feeds on it, wearing it like armor as he hunts those who damned him.
This is no redemption — only the beautiful ruin of a man who chose to burn the world that broke him.

Vocal : Darja Kazimira - Medea's Lament for Colchis (performance from the film "Medea Forgives Jason")

Artists : @farzad_fhn
Master : @im_dispa
Artwork : @farzad_fhn

BANDCAMP :
https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/my-hands-built-this-throne-and-my-wrath-will-shatter-it

My Hands Built This Throne And My Wrath Will Shatter It

This is heartbreaking.

Some motherfuckers — the system’s loyal bastards — kill children, mothers, fathers, and the youth, and they don’t care. They never have. All they care about is themselves — their power, their lies, their control.

Always, it’s the people who suffer. Always, it’s the innocent who pay the price for their fake politics and bloody games.

They lie. They murder. And they feel no shame.
No guilt. No mercy. Just more power.

It feels like a nightmare — watching my family, my friends, my people live in fear, caught in the middle of a war we didn’t start. Iran. Israel. The USA.
Three governments playing with fire while we burn.

And I’m here, away from it all, feeling helpless.
I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to say.

But I hold on to one thing — hope.
Hope that one day this darkness ends. That peace becomes real.
That we live free. Without these murderers ruling over our lives.

To my people:
I love you. Stay strong.
We are more than this.
We’ve already survived so much.
And I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m not there with you. But my heart is.

ARTWORK BY @farzad_fhn
MASTER BY @im_dispa

BANDCAMP FOR SUPPORT:

https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/wretched-sewer-rats-feeding-on-lies-bound-in-chains-forged-by-their-own-cowardice

Wretched Sewer Rats , Feeding On Lies , Bound In Chains Forged By Their Own Cowardice

They laughed as I bled.

Not just once—every day, every hallway, every whisper when I passed. My pain became their entertainment. The crimson from my nose that day in the locker room? Hysterical, apparently. The cracked ribs? A punchline.

I kept my silence sharp, feeding it with every bruise, every insult. No one asked if I was okay. Not even when I stopped blinking back tears. Not even when I stopped blinking at all.

But silence is a blade.

And blades are made for carving.

So when the moon hung low and the school was still, I returned—not with fists, but with purpose. They thought they’d buried me in shame. But I had dug my way out, dragging behind me a rusted grin.

One by one, I found them. I didn’t scream. I didn’t rage. I smiled.

And I carved.

Not their skin—not yet. I carved the joy from their throats. The laughter. The smug little smirks. The giggles they shared as I bled on linoleum.

By the time the sun rose, the school was silent.

Finally.

They stopped laughing.

And I stopped bleeding.


ARTWORK BY @farzad_fhn
MASTER BY @im_dispa

BANDCAMP FOR SUPPORT:
https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/they-laughed-as-i-bled-i-ll-carve-the-joy-from-their-throat

They Laughed As I Bled , I’ll Carve The Joy From Their Throat

That kid inside me never died.
He’s the reason I keep fighting.
I carry his pain, his honor, and his legacy.
And I won’t stop — not until the end.

MENACEANNIHILATION
SC : @menanceanihillation
ING : www.instagram.com/menaceannihilation

FARZÆD
SC : @farzad_fhn
ING : www.instagram.com/farzaed__

ARTWORK BY @farzad_fhn
MASTER BY @im_dispa

BANDCAMP FOR SUPPORT:
https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/that-kid-s-still-alive-in-me-so-i-carry-his-fight-his-honor-his-legacy

FARZÆD X MenaceAnnihilation-That kid’s still alive in me so I carry his fight, his honor, his legacy

I CARVED THIS CURSE INTO EXISTENCE, AND EVERY HEARTBEAT IT TAKES IS STOLEN FROM MY OWN.

They think I was desperate. That I was grieving. That I didn't know what I was doing.
They're wrong.
I knew exactly what I was bringing back. I knew what it would cost. I didn’t flinch—I smiled.
Because the truth is, I didn’t do it for love. I did it to see if I could.
There's something inside me—something hollow, something sharp. It whispers when the world is quiet. It smiles when others break. It wanted to play god, and I let it.
This curse? It's not a punishment. It's a reflection.
With every heartbeat he takes from me, I become more like what I truly am.
Empty. Powerful. Unafraid.
They call it a tragedy. I call it becoming.

FARZÆD
SC : @farzad_fhn
ING : www.instagram.com/farzaed__

ARTWORK BY @farzad_fhn
MASTER BY @farzad_fhn

BANDCAMP FOR SUPPORT:
https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/i-carved-this-curse-into-existence-and-every-heartbeat-it-takes-is-stolen-from-my-own

I CARVED THIS CURSE INTO EXISTENCE, AND EVERY HEARTBEAT IT TAKES IS STOLEN FROM MY OWN

Betrayal broke nothing but it built the storm I’ve become

Cassandrah 
SC : @xcassandrah
ING : www.instagram.com/cassandrah_____

FARZÆD
SC : @farzad_fhn
ING : www.instagram.com/farzaed__

ARTWORK BY @xcassandrah & @farzad_fhn
MASTER BY @im_dispa

BANDCAMP :
https://farzd.bandcamp.com/track/betrayal-broke-nothing-but-it-built-the-storm-i-ve-become

farzæd x cassandrah - betrayal broke nothing but it built the storm I’ve become

Bleed Ťhe Ǎnguish Øf A Řestless Mind
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One day I hope to find that lost boy, the one swallowed by shadows, his heart stitched with silence. I want to take his hand, pull him from the ache, and show him the light still waits at the edge of all this sorrow. That he is not broken, just bruised, not forgotten, just hiding. And maybe, just maybe, he’ll believe he deserves the sun again

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