"Rotten Choices” is a dark folk / gothic ballad built like a slow funeral march. A stripped, slow walk through self-inflicted ruin and the ghosts of what could have been. In pre-release videoclip available here https://distrokid.com/videos/watch/dv-uL3En8Pg4

He walked a corridor where rot wore gold,
where every shining door dripped something vile.
Their jeweled frames hid hungers carved in cold
a velvet grin drawn tight in death-mask style.

He chased the glitter of the poisoned feast,
tasted the sweetness sliding off decay.
Warm bodies opened like a gutted feast,
and pleasure stank of things that crawl and sway.

Your rotten choices should have felt like shame,
your rotten choices shall set you aflame.
Your rotten choices will still speak your name,
your rotten choices would repeat the same.

Behind him hung a door of untouched bone
plain, silent, bare, unttempting to the blind.
A girl who knew him once, before he'd grown
the maggot-heart that fed upon his mind.

But hunger drags the weak toward the bolts of light
the cruel, electric blaze that chars the skin.
He left her standing mute against the night,
and kissed the mouths that bled the fever in.

Your rotten choices should have felt like shame,
your rotten choices shall set you aflame.
Your rotten choices will still speak your name,
your rotten choices would repeat the same.

And every vow you whispered turned to flies,
each pleasure curled in shadows slick with sin.
The doors you worshiped once were only lies
their velvet rot still breathing through your skin.

And when he limped back through stench and mire,
her door was sealed—no pulse, no trace, no breath.
Another warmed the hearth he'd set on fire,
and he was left to love the taste of death.

So mark his fate—the man who drank his rot;
the gleam you chase will gnaw you to the bone.
For every plague-born mouth you kissed too hot
will leave you starving when it wants you gone.

Your rotten choices should have felt like shame,
your rotten choices shall set you aflame.
Your rotten choices will still speak your name,
your rotten choices would repeat the same.

Your rotten choices should have felt like shame,
your rotten choices shall set you aflame.
Your rotten choices will still speak your name,
your rotten choices would repeat the same.

So let the gleam collapse to dust and bone;
you pace its ruins till the marrow’s gone.
For what you lost was love you’ll never own—
and what remains is rot you built upon.

Rotten Choices

I’m rising, higher than the weight I knew
I’m rising, breaking through the fading blue
Finding what is mine again
I’m rising stronger than I’ve ever been

I'm rising...
I'm rising...
I'm rising...

I’m rising, higher than the weight I knew
I’m rising, breaking through the fading blue
Finding what is mine again
I’m rising stronger than I’ve ever been

I'm rising...

A quiet fire grows inside
Filling every empty line
I let the moment carry me
Into who I’m meant to be 

I’m rising, higher than the weight I knew
I’m rising, breaking through the fading blue
Finding what is mine again
I’m rising stronger than I’ve ever been

Rising

a collection of moments that lived inside my chest too long—a quiet world of dark red echoes, late–night thoughts, and feelings I couldn’t say out loud.
each track carries its own shadow, its own pulse, its own memory. some hurt. some heal. some simply exist.

thank you for listening.
i hope you find a piece of yourself in the silence between the notes.

køga - Im Still Here (まだここにいる)

køga - Shadows of Forever

køga - Auto-Replay

køga - anxiety

køga - initial

køga - SavingGhost

Rivercall is a slow exhale after a night that spiraled too close to something irreversible. The song follows the moment someone disappears mid-call, sends messages that feel like goodbyes, and leaves you piecing together the truth through fear and fragments. It blends calm, low-register vocals with cold, minimal production to capture the emotional whiplash of panic followed by dismissal. It’s the sound of realizing you cared more than they ever understood... and I hope she's still okay.

LYRICS:

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[VERSE]

We’re talking in call on an ordinary night,
’til you drop out sudden and it shifts the light.
I say your name twice - no sound, no sign,
then messages land with a tone misaligned.
Not updates, just messages twisted and thin,
the kind that make every worst thought set in.
A silence that hits like a cut-off drum -
thinking we were seconds behind whatever you’d done.

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[CHORUS]

And I’m stuck in the glow with no real sign,
just half-typed answers that don’t align.
They say you’re safe, but the story’s thin
too many blanks where truth should’ve been.
I’m calm on the surface, but inside it’s real:
you never showed up for the fear I feel.

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[VERSE]

Later we hear you were out in the cold,
near a riverbank night where the wind bit bold.
We ask what happened - your replies stay small,
like the whole damn panic meant nothing at all.
When you went silent, we thought it wasn't right,
we thought we had lost our best friend that night.
No apology spoken, no space for our view,
just brushing it off like it didn’t bruise you.
I’m quiet in call while you shift the tone,
wondering how you moved on when we hadn’t grown.

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[CHORUS]

Now I’m left with the echoes you never addressed,
carrying weight you refuse to confess.
You’re living like nothing went wrong that night,
while I’m soft in the shadows still rewiring fright.
No hate in my voice, just a quiet reveal:
you weren’t there for the fear I feel.

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[BRIDGE]

You moved through the moment like nothing was wrong,
while the weight of it stayed in my chest too long.
I’m not asking for storms you don’t want to feel…
just recognition of what was real.

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[OUTRO]

I’m calmer now, though the memory stays,
soft in the background of my quieter days.
Not blaming you for what you couldn’t feel -
just closing the chapter so I can heal.

Rivercall

The dance of Nataraja through the epochs out into infinity... or a groovy little dance number mixed with prog rock depending on your 'perspective' 

The Dance of Time

🖤 Wild.Era is a genre-bending project that explores the beauty of darkness through sound (AI-assisted). Blending gothic folk, dark blues, alternative rock, and cinematic undertones, the music creates immersive worlds where shadow and light coexist. At the heart of Wild.Era lies an emotional hybrid: sadness that feels like a gentle hand on the shoulder, darkness warmed by a small ember, and loneliness that quietly whispers “I’ve been there too.” It isn’t depressing. It isn’t dramatic. It’s human.

Guided by raw emotion and shaped through experimentation, each song becomes a poetic journey. The lyrics echo the spirit of decadent and symbolist voices such as Baudelaire, Verlaine, Rimbaud, Wilde, D’Annunzio, legends who transformed shadow into illumination. Wild.Era carries that same torch: melancholy turned into meaning, tiredness turned into truth, and struggle turned into something beautifully alive.

If you’re drawn to haunting melodies, intimate lyricism, and music that lives between light and ruin, step deeper into the Wild.Era.

Hi there, I'm creating german-based AI-Songs of different genres. Feel free to like and comment! (I know that AI-Songs aren't always the best and they cannot replace real songs, but I'll try my best =)

I write music that feels like memories you almost lost, soft, foggy, emotional, and gently rotting around the edges. Some tracks drift like dreams. Others glitch like broken thoughts.
VØIDELLA is where beauty and distortion meet. If you like music that sits with you instead of performing for you, you might like what you find here. :)

Independent artist sharing pieces of my heart through sound. Creating vibes, emotions, and late-night melodies.

New tracks tagged #Haunting