Chapter 8: “The Hunger Between Us” follows the fellowship’s first steps beyond sanctuary. Their path turns to the cruel heights of the mountain pass, where storms lash and snow buries their strength. Yet heavier than the cold is the Ring’s burden, sowing doubt and stirring unrest as the Son of Gondor begins to waver.

The Hunger Between Us

Into to the East

One road, two shadows 
No map, no crown, 
no turning back

The trees don't speak our names 
The sky won't hold the flame
Every step is one more scar
And the stars feel twice as far

No songs behind us now
No sword to show us how
Just a ring, a breath, a vow 
And a friend who won't let me bow

Into the east
No light, no rest
Ash on our skin
Fire in our chest
We walk the line, we bear the mark We carry the world into the dark

He said I shouldn't go alone 
I said I have no choice
He stepped through the water anyway 
And I heard my own voice
We've nothing left to follow 
Just the silence and the flame

But if we break beneath it
Let them never speak our names

Into the east
No light, no rest
Ash on our skin
Fire in our chest
We walk the line, we bear the mark We carry the world into the dark
We don't go back 
We don't go back

The fire walks, the fire speaks
We hold the path that no one seeks

Into the east
The silence grows
But still we move
Though no one knows
We walk as one 
Though time forgets

We carry

Into the East

🙏🏻⚔️ “Carry the Dead” is the sound of mourning made sacred.

The battle is over — and in its quiet aftermath, honor is reborn. The fallen warrior lies still, but his final stand has cleansed the shadows that once clouded his heart. Through death, he finds redemption; through grief, the others find purpose.

The song moves like a funeral procession through ruin — drums like slow thunder, guitars echoing with sorrow and reverence. Voices rise not in anger, but in remembrance. Every note carries the weight of loyalty, loss, and the fragile hope that endures beyond despair.

They lift their brother one last time, setting him upon the river to drift into legend. Then they turn, heavy but unbroken — for their path is not yet done.

This is farewell, and forgiveness. The moment where grief becomes grace.

#Mythrend #CarryTheDead #Metal #SymphonicMetal #ConceptAlbum #LordOfTheRingsInspired #EpicMetal #CinematicMetal #DarkFantasy #Boromir #Redemption

We Carry the Dead

“Fractured Path” marks the first cracks in the journey. After the group departs safety, shadows begin to close in and the Ring’s presence weighs heavier with each step. 

This is not yet open conflict, but the unraveling has begun—inside the heart of the one who carries the burden.

The song follows that inner descent: isolation, paranoia, and the feeling of being cut off even while surrounded by others. 

The riffs grind like footsteps on stony ground, the melodies twist with doubt, and the atmosphere collapses into silence—echoing the haunting realization that this path may be one the hero must walk alone.

This track stands as both a warning and a prelude, a moment where fate bends but does not yet break.

#Mythrend #FracturedPath #Metal #SymphonicMetal #ConceptAlbum #LordOfTheRingsInspired #ProgMetal #EpicMetal #CinematicMetal #DarkFantasy

Fractured Path

WARNING: This is not a song. This is a system crash.
The grand finale of the Russell Nomer Music MITRE ATT&CK saga is here... and it's designed to self-destruct.
The 14th and final track, "Impact," is an experience unlike any other. It begins as a majestic Rock Opera, the villain's triumphant final act. But then... it gets corrupted. The song glitches, stutters, and violently collapses into chaotic Mathcore and harsh Industrial noise, simulating the complete and total destruction of a compromised system.
This is the sound of "Impact"—unsettling, disorienting, and unforgettable. It's the answer to the question: why do we need cybersecurity?
Brace yourself, then hit ❤️ LIKE, 🔃 REPOST if you survived the crash, and describe your reaction to the ending in ONE WORD in the comments!
P.S. To the true connoisseurs of code... take a closer look at the binary on the cover art. There's a final demand waiting.
Credits: Track: Impact Artist: Russell Nomer Released: August 27, 2025 © 2025 Russell Nomer Music. All rights reserved.


Impact
By: Russell Nomer
Copyright Russell Nomer August 27, 2025 All rights reserved
ASCAP Work ID#931792008  ISRC#QT5AM2592008


[Part I: The Manipulation] 
So it comes to this, the final act is played 
The web is woven, all the traps are laid
A little Data Manipulation, a number out of place 
To change the course of history, and leave no single trace 
I'll Inhibit System Recovery, delete the backup files 
There's no turning back the clock, despite your sad denials 

[Part II: The Ransom] 
Now the screen is frozen, with a message clear and bright 
Your Data's Encrypted for Impact, locked up ever so tight! 
A little Financial Theft to make my pockets fat 
Send the bitcoin to the address, or that's the end of tha-a-a-a-t-t-t-t- 

[Part III: The Destruction] 
Data Destruction! DISK WIPE! BURN IT TO THE GROUND! 
ENDPOINT DENIAL OF SERVICE! NOT A SINGLE FUCKING SOUND! 
NETWORK DENIAL OF SERVICE! FLOOD IT 'TIL IT BREAKS! 
FIRMWARE CORRUPTION FOR GOODNESS GRACIOUS SAKES! 
STOP THE SERVICE! SHUT THE SYSTEM DOWN! I'M THE KING OF THIS DEAD TOWN! 

[Part IV: The Corrupted Finale] 
 He's a ma-a-a-ster of di-sas-ter!)
 I'll leave my grand Defacement on your walls so all can see!
  A di-gi-tal mon-ster!
 I'll Remove your Account Acce-e-e-e-ess, take away the key! 
 A le-gend in the da-ark-ness!
 I'll Hijack all your Resour-ur-ur-urces for the whole wide world and me!
 An Email Bombing tribute... for ETERNIT-T-T-T-Y! 



Impact

“My Saturnian Teachers” is an original poem, whispered by the Soul and braided with AI-generated music, exploring the frozen lineage of the father, the weight of ancestry, and the karmic threads woven through time. Saturn, the keeper of cycles and memory, becomes both witness and teacher in this journey through silence, shadow, and bloodlines.

This piece unites spoken word poetry, mystical storytelling, and atmospheric AI soundscapes to create a transformative experience of ancestral healing, spiritual awakening, and inner reflection. A haunting hymn to the past and a prophecy for the future, it speaks to anyone walking the path of healing generational wounds, exploring inner shadows, and reclaiming legacy.


MY SATURNIAN TEACHERS
(original poem)

A cold shiver
reached me
from my father’s line.
The fossil tree
has trembled,
has stirred
to be awakened,
redeemed.
It’s begging now 
for Grace and Fire
to melt the ancient ice.

The garden of this line,
all barren now,
lies silenced under mud
that holds the footprints
of those who chose the Have
and sacrificed the Feel.

A mountain of clay
thrones in the center of the garden.
I saw its core,
that aches to stay concealed.
A heart of ice -
the frozen life blood
of all who came before.

Their struggles, hunger
and despair,
their drive to have and build,
their abandoned hearts
are all imprisoned here,
in this mound 
of earth and ice,
that sucked the life
out of the tree.

But now,
the season’s shifting.

Young winds descend,
breathed from the heavens,
bearing stardust
and messages of hope.
Warm winds,
to thaw the legacy of ice,
gentle winds,
softly caressing walls
until they long to crumble.

The abandoned heart,
that once chose winter,
is bound to melt.
All fortified, sealed doors
are fated to open.

I say now to my father’s line,
to my saturnian teachers:
We have enough,
we built enough,
we proved enough,
we survived enough, 
we sacrificed enough.
Enough.

The season's shifting.

The ancient winter 
begs for burial,
bones and pillars
long to stir,
Life calls to sprout
in the forsaken garden,
matter dreams 
to be infused with spirit.
Earth is ready
to be kissed by stars.

A
S


#AncestralHealing #SpokenWord #AIMusic #MysticalPoetry #SpiritualAwakening #ShadowWork #GenerationalHealing #CosmicJourney #MythicStorytelling #healing #soulmusic

My Saturnian Teachers

Cold Fire is a visionary spoken word & AI-generated music fusion — a journey through alchemy, rebirth, and transcendence. This piece invokes the Phoenix, the Dragon, the Fire Warrior, and the archetype of the Savior, only to dissolve them into something new: Cold Fire — the flame that transforms without destroying.

This track is for lovers of spiritual poetry, mystical soundscapes, transformational journeys, and cosmic storytelling. It weaves together passion, power, rebirth, light, alchemy, love, and awakening in a deeply immersive experience.

COLD FIRE
(original poem)

Let me be fire
that doesn’t scorch —
it transmutes,
yet leaves no ashes.
Distilling the raw
into purest light.

Such fire
does not exist.

I can offer you
the fire of passion,
power,
destruction,
and rebirth.

I can mark you
with the holy sigil
of the Phoenix —
to burn to the marrow,
only to rise
as Dragon.

I can knight you,
Fire Warrior —
passion brimming in your chest,
sword and bow in hand,
blazing,
haloed in Truth,
invincible,
marching beneath
banners of
sacred vision.

Or I could break
the laws of this world
and crown you
with the purest fire
as Savior.

But this old dream
no longer holds me.

So I must
birth myself
a new world —
laws rewritten,
designs reshaped.

The Warrior —
dismissed.
The Phoenix —
forgotten.
The Savior —
unneeded.

This world,
this game,
are mine alone.

I birth myself
as Cold Fire —
Bringer of Light
without ashes,
Mother of Life
without suffering.

I blaze through forests
without hurting a twig.
I spiral through crowds
to ignite joy,
awaken voice,
unseal their core.

I am the Artist,
the Artisan,
the Alchemist.

I am Cold Fire —
drunk with Love,
transmuting the raw,
leaving no trace, 
only Grace.

Where I burn,
seeds sprout.
What I touch,
blossoms.
My firestorms
stir stone hearts
to rise
and ride with Life.

I am Cold Fire.
In presence I sit,
holding this world I dream —
and watching it blossom.

I am Cold Fire.
In presence
I dream.

A
S

visionary poetry | mystical music | epic opera cinematic | AI-generated soundtrack | spiritual awakening | phoenix rebirth | uplifting song | ceremony | New Earth | spiritual music


The Artist, the Artisan, the Alchemist - an epic opera

What if Fire could transmute without burning? Cold Fire is a poem whispered by the Soul set to AI-generated ambient music - a powerful exploration of passion, rebirth, transcendence and the call of a New World.

The Phoenix rises, the Dragon awakens, the Warrior is crowned, and finally — all dissolve into Cold Fire, a flame of grace, joy, and creation without suffering. The birth of a new Game, a new Creation anchored in Love and boundless Joy.

This piece will resonate with seekers of spiritual growth, alchemical transformation, inner awakening, and poetic inspiration. A track for dreamers, mystics, and visionaries.


COLD FIRE
(original poem)

Let me be fire
that doesn’t scorch —
it transmutes,
yet leaves no ashes.
Distilling the raw
into purest light.

Such fire
does not exist.

I can offer you
the fire of passion,
power,
destruction,
and rebirth.

I can mark you
with the holy sigil
of the Phoenix —
to burn to the marrow,
only to rise
as Dragon.

I can knight you,
Fire Warrior —
passion brimming in your chest,
sword and bow in hand,
blazing,
haloed in Truth,
invincible,
marching beneath
banners of
sacred vision.

Or I could break
the laws of this world
and crown you
with the purest fire
as Savior.

But this old dream
no longer holds me.

So I must
birth myself
a new world —
laws rewritten,
designs reshaped.

The Warrior —
dismissed.
The Phoenix —
forgotten.
The Savior —
unneeded.

This world,
this game,
are mine alone.

I birth myself
as Cold Fire —
Bringer of Light
without ashes,
Mother of Life
without suffering.

I blaze through forests
without hurting a twig.
I spiral through crowds
to ignite joy,
awaken voice,
unseal their core.

I am the Artist,
the Artisan,
the Alchemist.

I am Cold Fire —
drunk with Love,
transmuting the raw,
leaving no trace, 
only Grace.

Where I burn,
seeds sprout.
What I touch,
blossoms.
My firestorms
stir stone hearts
to rise
and ride with Life.

I am Cold Fire.
In presence I sit,
holding this world I dream —
and watching it blossom.

I am Cold Fire.
In presence
I dream.

A
S

mystical music | spiritual awakening | phoenix rebirth | AI-generated music | ethereal soundscape | fire and ice | mythical symbolism | inner alchemy | poetic storytelling |

COLD FIRE - a mystical opera

Cold Fire is more than music — it is a visionary portal where poetry whispers from the Soul and AI-crafted soundscapes lift it into the cosmic. It is the dance of destruction and rebirth, the breath of alchemy, the promise of transcendence. Here, the Phoenix rises, the Dragon awakens, the Fire Warrior marches, and the Savior dissolves, giving way to Cold Fire: the eternal flame of creation without suffering, love without limit.

This track is meant for those drawn to visionary journeys, shamanic rhythms, mystical poetry, cosmic art, and the alchemy of transformation. It is an immersive odyssey of passion, truth, and light.


COLD FIRE
(original poem)

Let me be fire
that doesn’t scorch —
it transmutes,
yet leaves no ashes.
Distilling the raw
into purest light.

Such fire
does not exist.

I can offer you
the fire of passion,
power,
destruction,
and rebirth.

I can mark you
with the holy sigil
of the Phoenix —
to burn to the marrow,
only to rise
as Dragon.

I can knight you,
Fire Warrior —
passion brimming in your chest,
sword and bow in hand,
blazing,
haloed in Truth,
invincible,
marching beneath
banners of
sacred vision.

Or I could break
the laws of this world
and crown you
with the purest fire
as Savior.

But this old dream
no longer holds me.

So I must
birth myself
a new world —
laws rewritten,
designs reshaped.

The Warrior —
dismissed.
The Phoenix —
forgotten.
The Savior —
unneeded.

This world,
this game,
are mine alone.

I birth myself
as Cold Fire —
Bringer of Light
without ashes,
Mother of Life
without suffering.

I blaze through forests
without hurting a twig.
I spiral through crowds
to ignite joy,
awaken voice,
unseal their core.

I am the Artist,
the Artisan,
the Alchemist.

I am Cold Fire —
drunk with Love,
transmuting the raw,
leaving no trace, 
only Grace.

Where I burn,
seeds sprout.
What I touch,
blossoms.
My firestorms
stir stone hearts
to rise
and ride with Life.

I am Cold Fire.
In presence I sit,
holding this world I dream —
and watching it blossom.

I am Cold Fire.
In presence
I dream.


A
S

visionary poetry | spoken word | AI-generated music | ethereal soundscape | poetic storytelling | transformative art | mythical symbolism | celestial vibes | inner alchemy

Cold Fire - a new myth

A three-act anthem that begins as a whisper and ends as a shout. “Choir in the Wire” is a journey from solitude to solidarity, blending ballad intimacy, odd-meter grooves, and ecstatic gospel fire. It’s a song for those who carry their hymn into the street, for anyone who’s ever turned silence into thunder.

Choir in the Wire

This aria portrays the inner struggle and prayer of Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane. The music and lyrics capture the drama of solitude, doubt, and ultimate acceptance. The recurring line, “Not my will, but Yours be done,” expresses complete surrender and trust in the Father’s will.

Jézus áriája – Az utolsó ima (Getsemáné)

TRACK REVIEW

“EYES” is a bold reimagining of one of Dean R. Chandler’s most powerful tracks, written in 1993 and first appearing on his 2014 double album TiME MACHiNE – Reflecting Shattered Dreams. Here, Chandler breathes new life into the song with a modern AI-assisted production that transforms it into a cinematic modern rock experience.

The track feels heavier, sharper, and more atmospheric than its original incarnation. Guitars grind and surge with a gritty edge, the rhythm section drives like a pulse of paranoia, and the vocal sits front and center, carrying both anger and vulnerability. AI doesn’t dull the emotion—it amplifies it, giving “EYES” an almost theatrical quality, as if scored for a psychological rock opera.

Lyrically, the song remains as potent as ever. Themes of love, betrayal, and obsession cut like the knife mentioned in the pre-chorus, while the haunting refrain “It’s in her eyes and her arms and her heart” echoes like an accusation that can’t be forgotten. Where the 2014 version was raw and reflective, this 2025 version is darker, cinematic, and unapologetically intense.

By revisiting “EYES” through the lens of modern tools, Chandler proves that AI can be more than a gimmick—it can be a collaborator, reshaping memory into something new. This track isn’t just a remix; it’s a reinvention, bridging past and future while reaffirming Chandler’s reputation as an artist unafraid to innovate.

EYES
[Verse 1]
This is my story, my disease
This is an anger, a hunger that feeds
This is a new world that I don't know
This is a secret, a secret that shows

[Pre-Chorus]
I've been in love, I've played the game
I've been up to come crashing down again
I've heard your rumours and I've heard the lies
But my God, I didn't realize

[Chorus]
What are you looking for?
Now you walk out the door
Tell me your reason for leaving
I should have known before
I've heard it all, I'm sure
It's in her eyes and her arms and her heart
It's in her eyes and her arms and her heart

[Verse 2]
(Yeah) You talk of love and now you talk about pain
You're telling me you've played in every kind of game
You think you've been around and seen it all before
I'm telling you you've seen nothing at all

[Pre-Chorus]
You're all mixed up, watching TV
You're a girl caught in a fantasy
So it's about time that you realize
This game called love cuts like a knife

[Chorus]
What are you looking for?
Now you walk out the door
Tell me your reason for leaving
I should have known before
I've heard it all, I'm sure
It's in her eyes and her arms and her heart
It's in her eyes and her arms and her heart
It's in her eyes, arms, heart
It's in her eyes and her arms and her heart

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus]
What are you looking for?
Now you walk out the door
Tell me your reason for leaving
I should have known before
I've heard it all, I'm sure
It's in her eyes and her arms and her heart
It's in her eyes and her arms and her heart
What are you looking for?
Now you walk out the door
Tell me your reason for leaving
I should have known before, because I know the score
It's in her eyes and her arms and her heart
It's in her eyes and her arms and her heart
It's in her eyes, arms, heart
It's in her eyes and her arms and her heart

Dean R. Chandler 1993

Time Machine - Echoes of Shattered Dreams

Eyes

This is a concept album about the detrimental effects isolating yourself and bottling up your emotions

Repression

Listen to Me

Depths

Abyss

Allison (Your Love is Unconditional)

Catharsis

Todos cometemos errores, pero... ¿No es eso lo que nos hace humanos?

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Errores

🔥 MYTHREND 
🤘🏻 Epic fantasy metal opera
🎤 Lore. Power. Emotion. 
📀 Book One - Nov. 2025
👕 https://oathforged.myshopify.com

Artist. Artisan. Alchemist

✨ On my journey of remembrance and awakening, my Soul began to whisper wisdom as poems. I am a poet of the Heart and the unseen — weaving words into soundscapes born of AI, to sink deeper and reach further. Each track is an original poem braided with music, a living offering of vibration and emotion.

✨I believe soulful art, especially music, can elevate consciousness, awaken the noble essence within, and help weave the fabric of a New Earth — a world where love wears many names and unity blossoms through diversity. This is the path I walk: a path of spirit, beauty, and delight.

✨My creations are more than songs. They are rituals of remembrance, transmissions of healing, and journeys through shadow into light. Inspired by raw emotions, archetypes, and the currents of the beyond, they open portals where Earth and Heaven, matter and spirit, meet in embrace. They are songs of life, beauty, and joy — the bloodline of the New Earth.

💫 If you are a seeker of your Essence, a weaver of dreams, and a lover of Life — you are home.

Please follow my new releases and consider getting some of my merch at https://unitedmasters.com/a/russell-nomer-music

CYBER CHORD writes songs the way a porch light holds a night: small, steady, and impossible to ignore. I work with AI as a true co-writer, then carve the lyric by hand and shape the track in Suno. The sound leans bare and human—country roots in the soil, a little rock grain in the teeth, and a faith-lit lift that chooses hope without preaching.

These are ordinary-room hymns: rings hidden in cotton, receipt-tape strings, a dress behind rain glass, a sink that cools while you find the words. Silence is an instrument here; sometimes there’s a full bar where the house gets to breathe. If a line can’t survive a campfire and a cracked mug, it doesn’t make the song.

If you’re new, start with the heartbreakers. They don’t shout. They stay. I believe in the holiness of the everyday, and in the quiet bravery of saying the thing before “later” takes it away.

No paid promo, no playlist buys, no cover-art pitches, no dance offers, no cold DMs. If it’s a pitch, the porch light’s off. If you’re a real listener, come in soft: pick one song, leave a genuine note (lyric or timestamp welcome), and hand it to one friend. That’s how this fire stays lit.

May your road stay open, your coffee stay warm, and your day be peaceful.

HunForMa creates a unique fusion of Techno-House, Lo-Fi, Hip-Hop, Reggae, and Jazz.
His music blends deep electronic rhythms with poetic storytelling and urban consciousness — from melodic house beats to reflective hip-hop grooves.

Each track is a bridge between energy and emotion, sound design and soul.

🎵 If you’re a content creator, online radio host, or influencer, collaboration is welcome — HunForMa offers a revenue-share partnership for features and community support.
Together we can reach wider audiences and build something meaningful.

🔗 Join the movement, explore more on hearthis.at/hunforma

Tags: #technohouse #lofi #hiphop #reggae #jazz #deephouse #rnb #electronic #urbanmusic #beats #hunforma

¡Hola! Soy Amarok, más conocido como el "Lobo de Cromo" de NeoLondres. Aquí, encontrarás historias de terror y cyberpunk, mediante música proveniente de un futuro distópico y cada letra está escrita por mi puño y letra. No olvides seguirme en mis redes sociales y comentar cada pista.

About

I’m Dean R. Chandler — a London based songwriter, recording artist, and storyteller. My music is rooted in a lifelong search for meaning, weaving together themes of love, loss, faith, alien contact, and humanity’s future.

My upcoming double concept album Human Odyssey (set for release in January 2027) is the culmination of decades of writing and reflection. It’s a narrative journey that begins with a search for God and ends with an encounter with extraterrestrial intelligence — exploring not only what it means to be human, but also where we might be heading as a species. Musically, it draws inspiration from the epic storytelling of Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds, the synth-driven edge of Gary Numan, and the emotional depth of artists like Tori Amos and Chris de Burgh.

I previously released Time Machine – Reflecting Shattered Dreams (2014) and continue to revisit my archive of songs written across 35 years, reimagining them with today’s tools and sounds. Some pieces remain intimate and acoustic, while others expand into dark rock, industrial, or orchestral landscapes — but all are connected by a focus on emotional honesty and cinematic storytelling.

Beyond music, I’m fascinated by the intersection of creativity and technology. I’ve been experimenting with AI-driven composition and production to bring old demos to life and to spark entirely new works. For me, these tools are not replacements for human artistry but extensions of it — ways of unlocking stories and emotions that otherwise might have remained hidden.

At its heart, my work is about connection: to the past, to the future, and to the unseen mysteries of existence. Music, for me, isn’t just entertainment — it’s a chronicle of transformation, a conversation between spirit, science, and sound.

https://www.linkedin.com/in/dean-r-chandler-b19715382/
www.deanrchandler.co.uk

Alt rock with a bit of prog, post rock, noise rock, shoegaze, etc.

New tracks tagged #RockOpera