Sahnenin Ötesine

Kör Kahin (Live at Blind, 21.05.2024)

Kan Revan (Live at Maximum Uniq 2025, 20.09.2025)

Falls Within (Bonus Track - Live at Blind, 30.06.2022)

Taş Yuva (Live at Maximum Uniq, 20.09.2025)

Peripeteya (Live at IF Performance Hall, 25.01.2025)

Hope

Gryvanta

AVoidAnt - The Summoning

The Routes to Agony - Instrumental demo

Debut album The Cartographer releases on Friday October 9th!

Tracklist:
1. A Cartographer's Dream (18:39)
    I. Aerocapture
    II. Enraptured
    III. An Uncharted Planet
    IV. Exploration's Allurement
2. Through the Tempest (06:28)
3. Spire City (07:29)
4. The Obsidian King (07:41)
5. Tristan's Equilibrium (05:48)
6. Lanterns and Labyrinths (12:46)

Credits:
Written and produced by Mads Aasvik
Drums - Thomas Lang
Guitars - Julian Iturrieta
Bass guitar - Marco Toba
Additional guitars - Mads Aasvik

Mixed by Alexander Backlund
Mastered by Tony Lindgren
Art by Nikolai Lockertsen

Teaser #2 from The Cartographer

Dance of Eternity (Type Elysian Cover)

Commercial after Commercial

MÉTRONOME — MUE

Everything can become a measurement.

Time.  
Success.  
Talent.  
Worth.

A song about living to someone else’s tempo until even your own heartbeat starts to feel like another test.

Then breaking the count.

Coupe le métronome.

Lose the grid.  
Find your rhythm.

— MUE

MÉTRONOME

A re-recording done from scratch, of a concept song I did in 2021. Now given the production it deserves.

A Goddess at a beach, whipping up a storm.

She Sells Seashells at the Seashore

A Fistful of Dollars: The Reckoning — The manipulation gives way to consequences as the stranger returns for a final confrontation. Whistle, jaw harp, church-bell menace, and heavy riffs drive a revenge-soaked showdown where bullets meet an unexpected wall of iron.

Lyrics:  

They broke my hands on the Rojo floor
Then shipped me out in a box of pine
Coffin-maker kept the lid nailed loose
And through the slats I watched the Baxters die

Kerosene on the rafters
Men at every door
They ran out coughing to the yard
And didn't run no more

Aim for the heart
Aim like you mean it this time
Empty every round you own
Watch it flatten on the iron

Hands wrapped in rags down a caved-in shaft
Knuckles split and splinted with twine
Hammer on steel till my shoulder burns
Beating out a heart he can't find

Word came up the ridge
They strung Silvanito high
Wrists tied to a beam
Now it's my turn to ride

Aim for the heart
Aim like you mean it this time
Empty every round you own
Watch it flatten on the iron

Short fuse on a stick of dynamite
The plaza lifts and hangs there brown
I come walking out with the poncho down
Every Rojo blinking like they've seen me die

Aim for the heart
Aim like you mean it this time
Empty every round you own
Watch it flatten on the iron

LOAD IT
Load it, go on
Rifle in the dirt between us
First hand to the chamber lives

Aim for the heart
Both houses burnt down to the frame
Esteban folded on the rail
Not a soul left on either side to pay

Tell the coffin-maker
(he's gonna need more pine)


A Fistful of Dollars: The Reckoning

For a Few Dollars More: Worth More Dead — A cold bounty hunter moves from town to town reducing wanted men to faces, prices, and folded bills. A relentless mechanical pulse and music-box motif turn the hunt into an increasingly brutal piece of metal machinery.

Lyrics:  

Some fool put two zeroes
Beside the number on the page
Thinks a bigger price beneath his face
Might make him harder to erase
I fold the paper at the eyes
And tuck it inside my coat
A thousand printed at the fold
Is all I really need to know

Name
Description
Where he fled
Some men spend their whole lives
Trying to be worth more dead

Put a number on your head
Pin your picture to the wall
Someone always names the price
Someone always comes to call
You can bargain with the sheriff
You can disappear instead
But paper travels farther
And you're worth more dead

Five cards spread beneath his hand
Two thousand printed by his face
He watches every swinging door
But never mine until too late
The dealer doesn't touch the deck
A glass stops halfway to his teeth
I lay the folded paper down
And let him read his own receipt

Name
Description
Where he fled
Ink can turn a breathing man
To a payment not yet made

Put a number on your head
Pin your picture to the wall
Someone always names the price
Someone always comes to call
You can bargain with the sheriff
You can disappear instead
But paper travels farther
And you're worth more dead

The sheriff counts them one by one
Straightens every folded bill
His fingers stop at one thousand
Mine are resting perfectly still
Behind him twenty faces wait
Each carrying a price
I take the largest from the wall
Don't need to read it twice

Fold the corner
Mark the trail
Find the room
Collect the sale

PAPER
PRICE
PICTURE
NAME
EVERY MAN
REDUCED
THE SAME

How much
are you worth?

Put a number on your head
Pin your picture to the wall
Someone always names the price
Someone always comes to call
Bribe the badge or cross the border
Run until your lungs give out
The paper never needs to hurry
It already knows your route

Another face
Another town
Another number
Still unpaid


For a Few Dollars More: Worth More Dead

For a Few Dollars More: Till the Chime Runs Out — What seemed like another hunt is revealed as something deeply personal. A fragile music-box waltz grows into a mournful progressive-metal reckoning as an old melody, a stolen life, and years of revenge finally converge.

Lyrics:  

You wind it slow before you draw
The lid swings open on her face
You never listened to the tune
You only used it to keep pace

There's another one
Ticking in my coat
Winding it for years
For the debt you owe

Hold still till the chime runs out
Let her sing it all the way through
You took the only song she had
I came to take it back from you

The kid shot my hat along the boards
I kept his dancing in the air
Two men too good to waste on each other
Went after bigger game elsewhere

He called me old man
Never asked me why
Let him keep the money
I'll keep the time

Hold still till the chime runs out
Let her sing it all the way through
You took the only song she had
I came to take it back from you

Your portrait's gone brown at the edges
I'm the only one who aged
I wind the spring so you keep singing
In rooms I rented by the day

Your tune's half gone and my gun's in the weeds
Then the kid walks up with the other one open
Drops a gunbelt at my feet

LET HER REST

Hold still till the chime runs out
She got to sing it all the way through
I'm taking back the one you stole
Keep the money, kid. It's all for you

Both of them ticking in my coat now
Playing the same song


For a Few Dollars More: Till the Chime Runs Out

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly: Neither One Gets Rich Alone — Two enemies possess opposite halves of the same secret, forcing them into an alliance neither trusts. Their journey widens from desert betrayal into the senseless machinery of war, with restless western rhythms colliding against jagged djent.

Lyrics:  

A rope around my throat at noon
Your rifle watching from the hill
You cut me loose to watch me run
Then leave me underneath the sun
I crawl until the sky turns white
With every step I make a vow
You took the water and the horse
But I know what you're hunting now

You know the place
I know the name
Neither one gets rich alone

You hold half the map
I hold what you need
Neither one gets rich alone
So neither one can leave
Put a mile between our shadows
Keep your rifle at my back
You'll come looking when you realize
I'm the half you never had

I find you half alive again
A carriage rattling through the heat
One hand shaking at the reins
One boot dragging at your feet
I could finish what you started
Let the desert close your eyes
Instead I give you just enough
To keep you breathing for the ride

You know the place
I know the name
Funny how the balance changed

You hold half the map
I hold what you need
Neither one gets rich alone
So neither one can leave
Put a mile between our shadows
Keep your rifle at my back
You'll come looking when you realize
I'm the half you never had

Blue lines hold one bank of the river
Gray lines bleed across the other
Night sends more men to the crossing
Dawn sends fewer back for cover
Captain says the war won't move
While that bridge is standing there
Men keep dying for a few more yards
For ground that neither side can spare

For once the world gets bigger
Than the fortune at the end
We send the crossing to the river
And let the wounded sleep again

Leave me in the sand

You came back

Take the horse and run

You came back

Put your hand beside your gun

Not yet

Think we're even?

Not yet

Keep riding.
I still need you.

You hold half the map
I hold what you need
Neither one gets rich alone
So neither one can leave
We've crossed a war to reach the answer
Now there's nowhere left to run
Keep your hand close to your holster
This arrangement's almost done

You know the place
I know the name
Neither one says
What happens when they meet


The Good, the Bad and the Ugly: Neither One Gets Rich Alone

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly: One of Us Is Riding Home — The entire album contracts into a cemetery, a hidden fortune, and a final standoff. Muted trumpet and crushing metal gradually fall away until almost nothing remains—then gunfire detonates the record's last confrontation before one rider disappears back into the wind.

Lyrics:

Wooden crosses to the ridge
He runs the rows, hat in his fist
Mouthing every board he passes
Every soldier on the list

He finds Arch Stanton's board
Claws at it bare-handed
I drop a shovel at his knees
Let him think it's his

Every one of us came to kneel
At a grave that says Unknown
The gold don't care who buried it
Or who carries it home

Angel Eyes comes over the rise
Pale as a Sunday collar, slow
I scratch a word on a flat gray stone
And set it where they'll have to go

Nobody slept last night
Coals burned down to gray
Tuco kept his gun in his lap
I let it lay

Every one of us came to kneel
At a grave that says Unknown
The gold don't care who buried it
Or who carries it home

Stone floor round as a silver dollar
Graves climbing every side
Three of us and a rock in the middle
Each of us deciding who dies

Tuco wipes his palm across his shirt

Angel Eyes won't blink

I never look at the rock

He folds back into an open grave
Tuco pulls on an empty gun
I emptied it beside the coals

Every one of us came to kneel
At a grave that says Unknown
One of us went in the ground
One of us is riding home

Tuco on a cross with his hands tied back
Half a mile out I turn in the saddle
One shot. The rope parts clean
His cussing chases me over the hill
Then the wind fills in my tracks


The Good, the Bad and the Ugly: One of Us Is Riding Home

Type Elysian is a dramatic theatrical metal band born from the shadows of a surveilled world, known as the "Pit." This masked collective delivers a sonic rebellion against conformity, blending the aggression of thrash with haunting synth soundscapes and powerful emotional depth. Their music explores themes of alienation and resistance against a manufactured paradise, inviting listeners to uncover the truth hidden beneath the surface.

I am an independent instrumental prog rock / prog metal composer based in Trondheim, Norway.
My music combines intricate and dynamic compositions, catchy melodies, synth-infused arrangements, heavy guitar riffs and frequent odd time signature changes.

Singer. Composer. Producer.
Piano, machines, guitars, noise.
French / English.  
MUE — change the shape, keep the voice.

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While primarily forging a heavy, guitar-driven sound, Acoustic Invasion occasionally detours into unexpected sonic territory—ranging from Pop and Rap to Country. By pairing authentic, original lyricism with the advanced AI production power of Suno, Acoustic Invasion bridges the gap between traditional songwriting and the future of music generation, creating a dynamic, ever-evolving listening experience.

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