Power Trip

Край тысячи озёр

Омега

Я река

Тлен

Омут

Пепел и ветер

Маа

Пазори

Суо (feat. ЛЁДЪ)

Мертвое солнце

Canticle of the Abyss

Morte e Ressurreição

Весна

williams DEATH

DONT TOUCH MY STUFF

You wake up one day, pick up your phone, and speed dial the Medicine man. You ask him, "How long would it take to get down from your mountain?" Like always, he tells you it will be a while...in Apache. He's like Confucius in that way, patient, always carefully watching, waiting for a mistake, to leave yourself vulnerable to attack. Then, like an eagle screeching in from behind the sun, he swiftly and violently digs his talons into your face, and rips it off.
   But today, he showed up early...like, right then. You blink, and he's there. Incredible transcendental teleportation skills the Medicine man has. He tells you that you must immediately go to San Francisco, and get some flowers in your hair. Daisies. He also tells you to stop your dyin' ways. You never question the Medicine Man. He offers you a free one-way Access ride up the coast. You politely decline, and ask to be tele-por-tayted, and he is happy to oblige.
   Up there in the City by the Bay, overlooking the Golden Gate bridge,  you are enjoying some Mendo Kale Tobacco, watching the lights from the Wheel in the Sky. You check on the flowers in your hair. All your daisies. Then, as if Jerry Garcia were re-incarnated, (again) a dude in a paisley Hawaiian button-down shirt with tie-died shorts and worn sandals approaches you. He slightly resembles Jesus. He has a guitar covered with bumper stickers. 
He says that you're his brother, and you are going on a trip. 
  You ask him where, but you have to wait for him to stop jamming on his guitar and Rockman. And boy, can he play. Four hours and and three double carob tofu goat-milkshakes later, (and an instant following of a couple hundred people, all with flowers in their hair) he says that you and him and his following are going to the Ninth Astral Plane. He tells you that you are a Traitor to your blind faith. There will be a penance to pay. Doesn't sound to good for you, does it? You subconsciously check your flowers...still there.
You're like, "What? I don't have a brother." 
You don't tell re-incarnated Jerry Garcia that you are part of an Apache brotherhood, and the Medicine man teleported you there. That's on a need-to-know basis, and you don't quite trust him yet.
   He winks at you  from behind his overgrown black curly hair and black frame glasses, grins, bends a high E, and poof...you are there. High above the Himalayas, on the Ninth Astral Plane. He tells you to never look down. You look down. He says, "Brother, I told you to never look down. Who's your next of kin?" Maybe you should have trusted him. If you can't trust re-incarnated Jerry Garcia, who can you trust? You try to answer him, but you are falling off the Ninth Astral Plane. Re-incarnated Jerry Garcia is laughing, a real knee-slapper. He laughs so hard, he knocks over his last Goat-milk shake, and it's coming down right on top of you.. As you fall tumbling away, you can barely see him, up there standing on the edge of the Ninth Astral Plane, leaning dangerously over into the abyss.  He shouts something to you about blind faith. Lucky for you, you land right on top of the Wheel in the Sky.

Damn My Dyin' Ways

Prowler...little bit cover... brynjar L... troillrock

Long arms and a big rock...old stuff... troillrock

[Intro – Instrumental]


[Verse 1]
Wounds in time, stitched by silent stars,
I wandered through the hush of fading wars.
Each echo a flare from a life I outgrew,
But still I bled with every truth I knew.

[Pre-Chorus]
In echoes soft, the silence weeps,
A fading dream the void still keeps.

[Chorus]
Terminal light, pull me apart,
Scorch these scars into living art.
If I dissolve, let it be bright—
Let me become the color of night.

[Verse 2]
Glass skies fracture in waves of regret,
The farther I go, the less I forget.
A shadow of me walks a radiant line—
Half lost in dark, half born divine.

[Pre-Chorus]
In echoes soft, the silence weeps,
A fading dream the void still keeps.

[Chorus]
Terminal light, pull me apart,
Scorch these scars into living art.
If I dissolve, let it be bright—
Let me become the color of night.

[Verse 3]
Now silence kneels, and I breathe again,
No longer seeking the voice of when.
The violin weeps, but not in pain—
It sings the truth I could not name.

[Bridge – Build]
Strings like veins in a dying sun,
Keys like prayers from a war un-won.
Guitar cracks open the veil so wide—
To birth the void I used to hide.

[Chorus – Breakdown]
Terminal light, cradle my fall,
Drown me in sound, absolve it all.
The end is not where I disappear—
It’s where I echo, crystal clear.

[Coda]
In silence stitched with sapphire thread,
I chase the echoes of what's long dead.

[Outro – Instrumental]


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“Color of Night” is a symphonic progressive metal requiem where violin, piano, and guitars collide in cinematic weight.

A journey through memory and myth, it burns with terminal light and dissolves into echoes stitched in sapphire thread.

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Genre: Symphonic Progressive Metal
Key: G Major
BPM: 100
Time Signature: 4/4

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Credits:
Artist: Kareem Tyler
https://www.instagram.com/tylercraftsart
© 2025 Kareem Tyler. All Rights Reserved.

Echoes of the Void

Color of Night

Project KT (standing for Knowledge Transfer) is the solo creative project of Kareem Tyler, a multidimensional being navigating the constraints of the physical realm through immersive, genre-blending artistry. Blending progressive rock, symphonic fusion, post‑punk ambience, and a touch of metallic catharsis, Project KT crafts cinematic soundscapes rooted in raw poetry, violin-led instrumentation, and emotional tension.

After a life-altering accident that caused partial vocal cord paralysis and ended his ability to play piano, Kareem reinvented his creative process with digital composition and visual art—turning personal trauma into transcendent expression. His music now explores loss, longing, and rebirth through long-form storytelling and orchestral depth. Though Project KT remains firmly his own vision—overseeing lyricism, production, and artwork—he is actively seeking a female vocalist collaborator to give voice to the remaining untold emotional core.

With a vibrant presence on Instagram and BandLab, Project KT continues building cross-medium narratives that fuse sound, image, and meaning. If you are a vocalist or visual artist drawn to gothic romanticism, cinematic drama, and genre-fluid experimentation, Project KT invites you into the echo.

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