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Electro-acoustic composition for diverse metal sounds, percussions, acoustic bass-guitar and sopran ukulele. Every sound has been acoustically played and recorded.

Instrumental performance, recording, sound collage and masterizing: 

Luis A. Alvarez A.

Munich, 2023

Sinfonía Quebrada

A reflective and emotional piece blending orchestral melancholy with poetic intimacy. “Phantom Hearth” explores the quiet transformation brought by love — and the lingering absence that follows. With clean guitars, solemn piano, and a soaring solo, this track captures the warmth of connection and the ache of memory. Part of the independent project Supon Atime, created without monetization or label support. If it resonates with you, your support helps keep the music alive.

Lyrics: Phantom Hearth

The world was etched in monochrome, a vast and silent pane,
My inner current was still, anticipating the rain.
I navigated rooms of glass, where feeling couldn't breathe,
A perfect, hollow equilibrium, a simple shell beneath.
I never knew the color of the warmth until your breath arrived.

You were the pulse that broke the ice, the rhythm I could hold,
A flash of sapphire in the gray, the sunrise I was sold.
My canvas was an empty page, now painted in your light,
And every shade of joy I see is borrowed from your sight.

I built my sanctuary from the kindness in your eyes,
Found peace in the geography of how your spirit flies.
You taught my hands the simple truth that life was meant to bloom,
And every time you laughed, it chased the winter from the room.
Now every cold returning breeze whispers the truth I hide.

You were the pulse that broke the ice, the rhythm I could hold,
A flash of sapphire in the gray, the sunrise I was sold.
My canvas was an empty page, now painted in your light,
And every shade of joy I see is borrowed from your sight.

This current air is heavy, the silence knows your name.
I still feel the phantom heat where you once touched the flame.
A hollow echo in the wood, a vacant chair by the door,
The sun still rises, but it doesn't burn like it did before.

You were the pulse that broke the ice, the rhythm I could hold,
A flash of sapphire in the gray, the sunrise I was sold.
My canvas was an empty page, now painted in your light,
And every shade of joy I see is borrowed from your sight.
Borrowed from your light...

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© Esdras da Silva Castro. Licensed under CC BY 4.0.
This work may be shared, adapted, and used — even commercially — as long as proper credit is given.

Phantom Hearth

“A Vague Idea” © 2025 by Wace Studio is licensed under CC BY 4.0

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A Vague Idea

A symphonic pop metal ballad about identity, performance, and the quiet erosion of self. This male vocal version of “Empty Frame” brings a deeper resonance to the themes of internal conflict and emotional isolation. With expressive orchestration, layered synths, and a soaring guitar solo, the track captures the ache of living behind a mask. Part of the independent project Supon Atime and the concept album Ricochet, this piece was created without monetization or label support. If it speaks to you, your support helps keep the music alive.

Lyrics: Empty Frame

They drew the lines upon the chart for me.
Said, "This is where your life is meant to be."
I wear the name and smile they gave to use,
But every single victory feels like a bruise.

The reflection stares with eyes I don't know well.
A captive soul behind a crystal cell.
I scream for freedom, but the sound remains unheard.
Living a flawless life defined by every word.

The air I breathe is heavy with their sight.
There is no place for me to run or hide.

I look at the glass but the face isn't mine.
A borrowed shape on a cold, silver line.
My true name is carved on a cold tombstone.
This perfect prison, I must face it alone.

The silence screams against the closing gate.
I whisper words that they will never hate.
The script is flawless, the performance clean,
But deep inside, I starve for what has been.

The surface shivers, but the truth remains unseen.
I stare at something cold, sharp, and clean.
This silence grows where all my dreams once died.
There is no exit on the other side. 

The air I breathe is heavy with their sight.
There is no place for me to run or hide.

I look at the glass but the face isn't mine.
A borrowed shape on a cold, silver line.
My true name is carved on a cold tombstone.
This perfect prison, I must face it alone.

I look at the glass but the face isn't mine.
A borrowed shape on a cold, silver line.
My true name is carved on a cold tombstone.
This perfect prison, I must face it alone.
My own voice has left my command.
My own voice scream my lament.

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© Esdras da Silva Castro. Licensed under CC BY 4.0.
This work may be shared, adapted, and used — even commercially — as long as proper credit is given.


Empty Frame from Ricochet

Empty Frame

An explosive, tri-vocal epic blending the narrative scope of Power Metal Opera with the driving intensity of Heavy Metal. "Iron and Memory" is a story of internal warfare, contrasting the cold, dehumanizing "Iron" of conflict with the fierce "Memory" that keeps love alive.

Lyrics: Iron and Memory

The window pane is my lonely altar, the hours are cruel and slow.
Every distant toll of the bell plants the fear of a sentence I don't know.
There is a hollow silence where your gentle voice used to be,
With folded letters on the table, I pray they find their way to me.

The force of love reverberates on the line of fire and deep despair.
I gave you my whole life, return to this waiting warm air!
If the machine takes me now, remember that I fought for our core.
Our future is the final shot that moves beyond all locked doors.

Smoke covers the tired sky, no truce, only the final abyss.
I see faceless men falling; their last words were never to be kissed.
When the human inside fails, the machine wins, cold and wide.
My body is just a target, but home is the memory that keeps my wounds healed inside.
The tragedy is the untold tale, the silence where my spirit lies.

The force of love reverberates on the line of fire and deep despair.
I gave you my whole life, return to this waiting warm air!
If the machine takes me now, remember that I fought for our core.
Our future is the final shot that moves beyond all locked doors.

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Part of the independent project Supon Atime and the concept album Ricochet, this piece was created without monetization or label support. If it speaks to you, your support helps keep the music alive.

© Esdras da Silva Castro. Licensed under CC BY 4.0. This work may be shared, adapted, and used — even commercially — as long as proper credit is given.

Iron and Memory

A progressive and melodic metal track about secret, inevitable transformation and the inner pressure of a hidden identity. "The Architect's Silence" blends the technical complexity of Dream Theater and Angra with cinematic orchestration to express the moment the vessel finally ruptures.

Lyrics: The Architect's Silence

The vessel is too tight, it cannot bear the strain—
A core of surging light burns in the hidden vein.
I move in silence, cataloging the rise of every new form;
I speak in measured tones to outrun the coming storm.
They look right through the cocoon, missing the new code here,
Suffering under compression, fueled by constant, silent fear.

This ignition will undo every bond that holds me fast.
The current of this truth is rupturing too fast.
I cannot cage the rising light; the moment is now near,
The final second when the old shell disappears.

I am the Architect's Silence,
the hidden pulse they can't define!
A diamond forming under deep and agonizing secrecy.
I carry the fire of unlocked creation; I am defying gravity.
The future self is locked within,
pleading to finally break free!

I sit among them, wearing the sheath of common sense,
I replicate their easy rhythm, a false equivalence.
But every fiber is straining; I must escape this lonely cell,
I am a surging, strange energy in a form that serves me ill.
I pray for the courage to emerge into this dawn,
To trade the day's obedience for the truth I've drawn.

This ignition will undo every bond that holds me fast.
The current of this truth is rupturing too fast.
I cannot cage the rising light; the moment is now near,
The final second when the old shell disappears.

I am the Architect's Silence,
the hidden pulse they can't define!
A diamond forming under deep and agonizing secrecy.
I carry the fire of unlocked creation; I am defying gravity.
The future self is locked within,
pleading to finally break free!

The threshold of expression is crossed—
the bond is now dissolved.
This outer sheath is rending, every soft constraint revolved.
I crave the rupture, the moment that the old disguise is shed.
The self-restraint is over—by this new power, I will be led!

Let the new form be known!
Let the real voice erupt!
The final silence yields to one intense,
majestic shock!

I am the Architect's Silence,
the hidden pulse they can't define!
A diamond forming under deep and agonizing secrecy.
I carry the fire of unlocked creation; I am defying gravity.
The future self is finally unleashed—I AM FREE!

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This song is about the struggle to contain a self that is too vast for its current form. Part of the independent project Supon Atime and the concept album Ricochet, this piece was created without monetization or label support. If it speaks to you, your support helps keep the music alive.

© Esdras da Silva Castro. Licensed under CC BY 4.0. This work may be shared, adapted, and used — even commercially — as long as proper credit is given.

The Architect's Silence

ramzoid - ricochet

Remy Reilley - Ricochet (cover)

Supon Atime is a one-person band project born from the fusion of storytelling and sonic experimentation. The name blends “SUP” (as in “what’s up”) with “Upon a time,” creating a playful yet poetic identity: What’s upon a time? — a question that invites listeners into a world of self-made soundscapes and lyrical tales.
Created by Esdras, Supon Atime exists to share original songs crafted with emotion, depth, and versatility. Each track is designed not just to be heard, but to be used — by other artists, creators, and dreamers seeking inspiration or collaboration. From symphonic metal epics to ambient reflections, the music is a canvas open to reinterpretation.
Driven by a DIY spirit and a passion for musical storytelling, Supon Atime is more than a name — it’s a movement of one, echoing many.

®️Drum and bass/Jungle/Garage

®️DJ/Producer 

®️Perth / East London

Independent Brazilian artist making some covers of my favorite songs and writing some of my own. Follow me on all social media to get notified when I release new O.C!

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