Reign of Justice

Times Of Tyr

Strength doesn’t always shout. Sometimes it breathes.
This song is a tribute to the ones who move slowly, think deeply, and grow in silence.
“Find Your Rhythm” honors the rhythm of stillness, the power found in restraint, reflection, and patience.
For the late bloomers. The deep feelers. The quiet fighters.

Find Your Rhythm

The final exhale. "Quiet Kingdom" is the emotional home you build when you stop chasing permission. It’s a space for misfits, dreamers, and those who feel too much. It’s peace — your way.

Quiet Kingdom

Quiet strength takes center stage in “The Spine of Glass.” Misjudged for being fragile, the narrator speaks with defiance and resilience, revealing that vulnerability doesn’t mean weakness. Carried by haunting guitar textures and cinematic string layers, the song walks the fine line between sharpness and transparency, cutting without noise.

The Spine of Glass

A poetic reflection shaped by stillness, memory, and unresolved sorrow — written during a quiet moment by the banks of the River Thames in Teddington, United Kingdom.

Each line flows from observation to introspection, as the water carries echoes of past choices, whispered vows, and silent judgments. This ballad explores themes of pride, departure, and the quiet judgment of time itself — wrapped in the hush of river mist and the rustle of the trees.

[LYRICS]
A holiday, the skies were pale,
I crossed the sea with heart grown frail.
To Teddington I came to rest,
With questions heavy in my chest.

A Duke walked slow through river mist,
His cloak was dark, his hands tight-fist.
His love, the Queen, had gone away;
But left her ink behind to stay.

I crossed the sea with heart grown frail.
Oh, hearts may flee and spades may judge,
But pride will pay its toll.
The cards were laid in Teddington,
And sorrow took the soul.

The Queen of Hearts had turned to flame,
She wrote of love and fled from blame.
With one who vowed they'd both be free;
A stranger lost to land and sea.

The King of Spades, with cold command,
Passed letters sealed by trembling hand.
Each one a blow the Duke endured,
Each word a wound no balm had cured.

Oh, hearts may flee and spades may judge,
But pride will pay its toll.
The cards were laid in Teddington,
And sorrow took the soul.

“No blade,” he said, “cut quite as deep,
As love betrayed and left to weep.
I wore my pride like battle steel;
And now I know how loss can feel.”

The Queen had sailed, the King stood still,
The Duke was left with time to kill.
And I, who came to heal my mind,
Stood still beneath the weeping wind.

Oh, hearts may flee and spades may judge,
But pride will pay its toll.
The cards were laid in Teddington,
And sorrow took the soul.

So mark this tale and learn it true;
The kind may bleed, the proud may rue.
For kings may reign and queens may run,
But some fall hardest when undone.

The Cards Were Laid in Teddington – A Reflection by the River Thames (Lyrics Below)

"I Fade When It’s Shallow" is a quiet anthem for anyone who feels disconnected in surface-level conversations and social performances. The song explores the internal experience of someone who thrives in depth, meaning, and authenticity, but struggles to stay present in spaces where everything feels scripted or hollow. With intimate verses and a gradually intensifying chorus, the track honors emotional honesty, deep focus, and the quiet brilliance of people who are often misunderstood in loud rooms.

I Fade When It’s Shallow

Wonder Beneath the Moon is a bluesy folk retelling of the Lotus Sūtra’s King Wonderful-Adornment story.

With guitar and harmonica, it paints the moment when a powerful father lays down his crown after hearing his two sons’ quiet truth. No miracles, no fireworks—only the slow, soul-deep power of love and insight. The song celebrates transformation that comes from within: turning an old life into a new story, letting wisdom wash away anger, and finding a peaceful kingdom hidden in the heart.

Lyrics: 
Verse 1
A father wore a kingdom like a stone-cold crown,
Counting battles and borders, weighing every town.
But his two young sons walked a quieter mile,
Found a well of mercy, found a reason to smile.

Chorus
They sang him a blues, a slow, truth-telling tune,
Showed him a wonder beneath the hot-afternoon moon.
No water to wine, no stone into gold—
Just a heart re-written and a new story told.

Verse 2
He caught his own reflection in their fearless eyes,
Saw a power unchained from force or lies.
Watched anger fall like a summer rain,
Felt the clean stream wash his pain.
Laid down the iron, let the silence in,
Found a peaceful kingdom deep under his skin.

Chorus
They sang him a blues, a slow, truth-telling tune,
Showed him a wonder beneath the hot-afternoon moon.
No water to wine, no stone into gold—
Just a heart re-written and a new story told.

Bridge
Some chase lightning, some chase flame,
Think a show of magic will change the game.
But the strongest spell you’ll ever cast
Is the love you open and the fear you outlast.

Chorus (repeat)
They sang him a blues, a slow, truth-telling tune,
Showed him a wonder beneath the hot-afternoon moon.
No water to wine, no stone into gold—
Just a heart re-written and a new story told.

Outro
He set down his crown, he laid down his sword,
Walked home lighter with every word.
Every word, yeah—every word.

Wonder Beneath the Moon

She blends into the background — or so it seems. But behind the quiet surface of this “grey mouse” lies a world of depth, clarity, and unspoken fire. This track tells the story of someone overlooked, underestimated — and ultimately unforgettable. A tribute to those who see the world differently and leave a mark without even trying. It’s an invitation to step out of the shadows and into the light — where every subtle glance and quiet word can flip the script.

Sie fällt kaum auf – doch wer genauer hinschaut, entdeckt eine ganz eigene Welt. „Graue Maus“ erzählt von einer, die anders sieht, tiefer blickt und unter der Oberfläche ein ganzes Universum trägt. Eine Hommage an all jene, die still wirken, aber Großes bewirken. Für die, die mit einem Satz alles drehen können. Ein Track über das Verborgene, das Ungesehene – und die Kraft, die genau daraus entsteht.

Graue Maus

Alle starren auf die Sonne
Sie schaut dem Regen beim Fallen zu
Alle sind ständig laut
Sie ist die Stille, die bleibt
Wie aus ner anderen Zeit

Sie sieht nicht weg
Sie schaut tiefer

Du fällst kaum jemandem auf
Bist für alle die graue Maus
Ich seh das anders

Mmh Mmh Mmh

Hey Hey graue Maus
Komm mit mir da raus
Ich zeig dir die Welt
Und du erklärst mir, was du da siehst
Ich steh auf dich
Komm schon, graue Maus
Mach mich glücklich

Sie ist wie ein alter Schwarzweißfilm
Klar, ruhig, voller Drama
Und besser als alles in Farbe
Ne graue Maus?
Alles nur Tarnung
Darunter schläft ein Vulkan
So wie ich das seh

Ihr Blick ist wie ein Riss im Glas
Zart, gefährlich und voller Tiefe

Fällst kaum jemandem auf
Bist für alle die graue Maus
Ich seh das anders

Mmh Mmh Mmh

Hey Hey graue Maus
Komm mit mir da raus
Ich zeig dir die Welt
Und du erklärst mir, was du da siehst
Ich steh voll auf dich
Komm schon, graue Maus
Mach mich glücklich

Man übersieht sie leicht
Bis sie dir mit einem einzigen Satz die Welt umdreht

Hey Hey graue Maus
Komm mit mir da raus
Und ich zeig dir die Welt
Ich steh auf dich
Mach mich glücklich

Ihr Kleid ist grau
Wie der Himmel kurz vor dem Sturm
Wenn selbst die Vögel still sind
Mmh Mmh Mmh Mmh Mmh
Ihr Kleid ist grau
Aber ihr Schatten wirft Farben an die Wand
Mach mich glücklich


Graue Maus

How Many Things You Don’t Know
A reflective and intimate piece that celebrates humility and unseen courage. Built on double bass, airy harmonies, and Persian-inspired vocal textures, the track flows with quiet grace. It briefly opens into a theatrical-style interlude before closing with a lively, syncopated coda. A tribute to the dignity of the humble and the strength of silent love.

How many things you don't know

Profile Name: Tato-SU

Biography:
I am an author, arranger, and bassist. Crafting my music within the confines of my home studio, I intertwine influences from diverse genres. Each of my albums embarks on a unique journey through different musical landscapes, narrating a distinctive tale:

    Swing, despite its title, resonates with Funky inspiration and delves into the construction of interpersonal relationships.
    Love comprises ballads and traverses the theme of love, exploring it through various nuances and perspectives.
    Deeptown is imbued with Pop-Rock essence, addressing the intricacies of the human psyche, particularly in urban contexts.
    RH^, with a more Indie approach, serves as a humble tribute to Peter Gabriel, embodying an intimate quest for hidden truths.

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Welcome to the musical world of The William Altig Choir, where ancient wisdom meets contemporary sound.

Inspired by the teachings of the Lotus Sutra and infused with deep spiritual themes, my music blends the rich traditions of blues and folk with modern elements, creating a unique fusion that resonates with both the heart and soul.

I've been captivated by the Lotus Sutra's messages of compassion, wisdom, and transformation since my youth. It's a journey of self-discovery that has found its voice in my music. Each song is a reflection of my own spiritual awakening and a celebration of universal truths.

My style is characterized by emotive storytelling, powerful lyrics, and a commitment to exploring the depths of human experience. Featuring contemplative blues, acoustic slide guitar, saxophone melodies, and the harmonies of a gospel choir, my music reflects a quest for enlightenment and a better understanding of the self.

Join me on this musical journey. Together, we can explore the teachings of the Lotus Sutra, finding solace, hope, and a deeper connection to the world around us.

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I’ve always lived at the crossroads of music and poetry — where feeling becomes form, and melody turns memory into meaning. Whether it’s a lingering jazz note, a well-placed rhyme, or a shift in tempo that tells a deeper story, I’m drawn to that quiet magic where art reflects life with a little more style.

My roots are in classic music — the kind that doesn’t chase the moment but lingers with you long after the last note. Over time, that love expanded into poetry writing and jazz — especially the kind that swings, speaks, and smirks all at once. Jazz, to me, isn’t just a genre; it’s a personality. A conversation. A little tilt of the head and a grin that knows more than it says.

When I set out to create an album, it’s rarely just a collection of songs. I approach it like a personal playlist — one that drifts and flows as if the entire tracklist were one long, uninterrupted piece. Each track leans into the next, shifting mood, pace, or voice, but always carrying the same thread of feeling. I want you to listen the way I do — not as a shuffle of moments, but as a cinematic arc. One breath that lasts an hour.

Lyrically, my work is rooted in lived experience. Sometimes it’s obvious. Other times it’s just the skeleton of a memory, dressed up in wit, irony, or longing. I draw from real-life events, then let the poet in me twist, stretch, or sweeten them to taste. Depending on the tone of the album — playful, romantic, nostalgic, or something in between — I try to keep the emotional truth intact while giving it a fresh coat of creativity. A little humor where it fits. A deeper dive where it hurts.

My newest jazz album continues this tradition — short-lined swing tracks, conversational duets, and tongue-in-cheek storytelling. It’s an homage to late-night alleyway ballads, rooftop serenades, and train station goodbyes — all bound together with a sense of charm and cohesion. Each song is its own little scene, but together they tell a story — one you can revisit with each replay.

Thanks for stopping by my profile. I hope you find something that earns a spot on your repeat-play list — a melody, a lyric, or a moment that feels like it was written just for you.

Solive Raye is the sound of solitude given form, quiet thoughts turned into raw, melodic truths. An engineer and lifelong observer, Solive Raye writes for those who feel alone in crowded rooms, where silence speaks louder than words.


Blending dark, atmospheric tones with flickers of hope, his music lives in the in-between: not quite despair, not quite light, but something honest.


Raised in movement, from football fields to refereeing lines, he now wanders more internal landscapes, shaping every lyric with the precision of an outsider looking in.


Solive Raye doesn’t shout. He resonates.

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