The first album from the Chosen Tribunal, the Broken Three, each called by a different power through their brokenness to bring something very new about something more ancient than the recollection of time. Together we are Ösa 153 and this is our first album as a group.

Let this powerful release of sound, pay dark homage to the brilliance of the dubious HP Lovecraft and his Eldritch Mythos, to betray the secrets hidden within it.

This journey will take you from the stirring of Cthulhu, the alchemist of the icy deep himself, that which inspired the Mindflayer and the Elder Brain. to the dream of the golden sunset city, unknown Kadath, to the green flames of Tulzscha! Put on your BEST sound and lose yourself, find yourself, dare to see that lay beyond the black veil.
credits
released February 11, 2024

Sound engineering, mastering, everything not guitars
---Sn0w

Fusion Guitar:
---Scrambles the Death Dealer

Acoustic Guitar:
---Lazy Cheetah

NYAR

SHUB

Shedding

I studion sitter Martin, Ludvig, Theo och Simon Mossmyr. 
Vi rivstartar en ny säsong av Medis Radio med att välkomna tillbaka Simon Mossmyr som gäst. Ludvig inleder avsnittet med att lära oss allt om Watergate-skandalen genom filmen All the President’s Men. Därefter har Martin och Simon en ordentlig utläggning om sina tankar kring Elden Ring-expansionen Shadow of the Erdtree och kommer med heta takes. Martin har också spelat det mycket underliga survival-spelet Once Human och lär oss om hur immersive man kan göra sitt byggande av en sommarstuga. Slutligen har My Hero Academia-mangan tagit slut och Theo har slukat slutet med hull och hår. Hör hans tankar om det och mycket annat i detta mycket mysiga avsnitt.

14:07 - Intro
22:58 - All the President’s Men
40:27 - Elden Ring: Shadow of the Erdtree
1:05:50 - Once Human
1:33:31 - My Hero Academia
1:50:50 - Tre snabba

Se vår rankning av alla tecknade Disneyfilmer på vår YouTube-kanal: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4cy9Gqqh90k&t=343s

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Musik: Pontus Ljung

157 - All the President's Men, Elden Ring, Once Human och My Hero Academia

Dynamic dark electronic soundscapes, evoking the feeling of being trapped in complex cubic puzzles and intricate mazes.

Cubic Horror

art by Junji Ito

MinaeMinae - Vertiliger
MSL - Storm Tech
Neinzer - Obsoletion
Flower Storm - The Evil Tyrant Has Been Captured (Timeshifter Mix)
Rudolf C - On a Plateau
Andrez Bergen - Kouture Krash
Dust Yard - Kosmo
Kevin Murf - Unexpected Jazz Crush
SSSLIP - All One Object
Mbulelo - Play the Beat
LWS - Palloon
Eversines - Altar
Rat Section - 2004
D-Leria - Divergences
shjva - Natural Regeneration
The Outsert - Reset Tru
Xozgk - hsk_nvn
Strange Contents - Death Signal
Mulholland - KALO
E-Unity - Inward Smile
Benjamin Damage - Montreal
Erik Luebs - Stretched Until Snap
Erik Luebs - Self-Absorbed
False Bipolar - Sand Eaters
Gesloten Cirkel - Shadow of the Rat
Palermo - Cherry Cola
traverse - Horloge du 3eme Age (Soa420 Remix)
Oddkut - Deeper (Kercha Remix)
Maxime Iko - Dagyde
N/OBE - Cistern
Tred - The Manitou

Void @ Process 10.12.24

Phantom Drip – Bobbi Fi$ha 🍭💀🌊

Step into a world where fantasy turns fever dream, where golden tickets don’t lead to candy but to the unknown. "Phantom Drip" is a psychedelic dark trap odyssey, a Willy Wonka nightmare reimagined in the depths of the Phantom Sea. Bobbi Fi$ha conducts the madness, leading listeners through a world where the syrup flows thick, the bass hits like a sugar rush, and every lyric is a twisted riddle wrapped in candy-coated chaos.

The beat pulses like the gears of a factory gone rogue, churning out dreams, nightmares, and golden illusions. Behind every trippy melody and shadowy synth, there’s a deeper game at play—one where the sweet turns sinister and the ticket only guarantees the ride.

Welcome to the Phantom Drip, where the candy melts, the boat don’t stop, and the echoes of power and mystery guide the way. Are you ready for the tour? 🍬🔮🌊

#PhantomDrip #BobbiFi$ha #DarkTrap #PsychedelicTrap #WillyWonkaVibes #CandyCoatedChaos #SurrealBeats #UndergroundRap #HypnoticFlow #GoldenIllusion  

**** Lyrics 


Phantom Drip, cut the tide like a sabre,
Mast still pierce where the skyline tapers.
Deck full of echoes, their whispers invasive,
Sails embroidered with hexes and cadence.

Buccaneer psalms hum deep in the breakers,
Map’s all scorched, where the void shift aimless.
Bow split heavens in violent collision,
Singularity twist in a spiral incision.

Moonlight distort on the jet-black stern,
Hull darker than debt, let the cosmos adjourn.
Nebula ghosts in the ballast still groaning,
Salt in my wounds but the specters keep rowing.

Phantom Drip, sail where the deep stay frigid,
Black tide churn where the light ain't vivid.
No North Star, no land in my vision,
Row with the wraiths where the cosmos has risen.

Prophecy carved in barnacled iron,
Sextant reversed, let the heavens expire.
Eclipsing the axis, the keel stay vicious,
Laminar hush where the vortex get twisted.

Phantom Drip, I commandeer ether,
Crew full of wraiths, my demeanor much meaner.
Latitude shift where the compass stay fractured,
Roll up my fate like the dice of disaster.

Cannons spit plasma, the powder stay spectral,
Broadside collapse like a sinkhole celestial.
Tethered to nothing, the cosmos submissive,
Plunder through silence, the stillness dismissive.

Phantom Drip, sail where the deep stay frigid,
Black tide churn where the light ain't vivid.
No North Star, no land in my vision,
Row with the wraiths where the cosmos has risen.

Tide pull strong, let the bow slice seamless,
Wake write glyphs where the void leave dreamless.
Skulls in the cargo, bones in the helm,
Dead men speak in a tongue overwhelming.

Lanterns stay dim where the hull drink shadow,
Currents dissolve every grave left fallow.
Galleon drift in a whirlpool timeless,
Soundwaves collapse where the heavens stay mindless.

Constellations bleed in the goblet abyss,
Drank with the dead, now my soul counterfeit.
Neptune don’t claim me, the gods stay aloof,
Dead reckoning flawed, so I severed the noose.

Phantom Drip, sail where the deep stay frigid,
Black tide churn where the light ain't vivid.
No North Star, no land in my vision,
Row with the wraiths where the cosmos has risen.

Phantom Drip, yeah, rudder’s corroded,
Moonlight break through the skulls eroded.
Specters still gamble, their debts too elusive,
Sea shanties twisted in tongues too intrusive.

Storm hit soft, but the mast don't shudder,
Wind speak low like the gods in the gutter.
Serpents coil where the anchor stay broken,
Lost in the flood, let the omen be spoken.

Round the world and home again
That's the sailor's way
Faster faster, faster faster
There's no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There's no knowing where we're rowing
Or which way the river's flowing
Is it raining, is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a-blowing?
Not a speck of light is showing,

Phantom Drip

1046 PROPHECY: THE UNIVERSAL CONTRACT 

No more love. No more feelings. Straight possession. 1046 speaks through the unseen forces—if you’re not rocking with me, unfollow now. The moment of truth approaches—the label will call in due time. I will meet my label in person before 2027, naturally.

This is a contract beyond time, written in the lost Sumerian code from the Papers of the Devils of the Universe, sealed within 1046 dreams. The deal of my process, my energy, my destiny—etched in cosmic ink, binding my rise to forces beyond understanding.

The bravest will claim the uncharted powers of poetry in its rawest form—the newest wave making noise within code. This is beyond music. Beyond words. 1046: the angel number of guardianship, honesty, and sacrificial manifestation. A number that speaks in both light and shadow.

Believe, and all will work in the poet’s favor—good or bad, it’s already written. The demons and angels got me. The universe watches, waiting. The first poet to be on full display is coming. The only question is: who will see the vision first, and who will be too late?

📜 The ink has already dried. 🚀🔥 #1046 #Prophecy #PoetryRevolution #TheContract



4646 (PROD. TAKUS16)

A descent into apocalyptic despair and cosmic obliteration. “Crushed Beneath the Lens” is a blackened death metal anthem about the futility of faith in the face of annihilation. Inspired by celestial destruction and anti-theistic rage.

Written, recorded, performed, and mixed by Matt Lekki
Synths by Adam LaMonica

Guitar: Solar S1.7APP
Amp: Engl E633 Fireball 25 KT77 LTD 
Interface: UA Apollo Twin USB Duo + Pro Tools

Crushed Beneath the Lens

They built cathedrals atop the signal.
They taught generations to worship the one who would consume them.

The Silent Advent is the moment humanity realizes the truth:
No Second Coming.
Only arrival.

The lie is complete.
Xenovatic speaks.

The Silent Advent

"From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent."  
— H.P. Lovecraft

-I hope everyone likes this track. The cover art is currently a temporary one generated by AI, but I'm working on a new one that's suitable for the single.

I hope you enjoy it and have a wonderful day.

-Dead

COSMIC HORROR (2025)

Maledicto of Esephus

"01 - Almost Too Late" on the "Catatonic Starscape" is Voidborne Delirium’s Dark Ambient confession of regret and the stubborn glow of hope. A haunted drone bed unfolds beneath fractured echoes and metallic heartbeats—each pulse a rust-stained second slipping through tremulous silence. Whispered voices weave through cavernous reverb, tracing the names we buried under comfort’s soft deceit. Yet amid this cosmic ruin, a single ember of life refuses to die.

In this 8-minute odyssey, low-frequency rumble becomes a cradle for that ember. When the wind keeps the names we hid, it also carries the unspoken defiance that perhaps, even in the marrow of missed moments, one last no can shatter the silence. Click for all the links: https://linktr.ee/voidbornehub

Genre: Dark Ambient – where shadow and a flicker of light entwine.

Narrating:
The sky… forgot its color…
long before we cared to lift our eyes.

Clouds hung like questions
no one dared… to ask.

A hum in the soil—
low… like regret
that never learned… to cry.

Rust crept across the hour,
slow as guilt,
heavy as ash
on a tongue that once… spoke clear.

The wind keeps the names
we hid beneath comfort.
But comfort… is a liar—
soft hands…
razors in its air.

We signed deals… in silence.
And silence… grew claws.
It feeds now,
on the marrow of moments
we should have said — no.

Echoes flicker
in the ruins of certainty.
Even the stars…
have turned their faces.

And still…
we wait—
for something
that no longer…
waits for us.

Catatonic Starscape

Almost Too Late

Indistinguishable To Human Eyes [Soviet Version 1984]

Imboca

Maltas presents a new journey into dark ambient and drone ambient realms.
A layered ethereal soundscape of drones, atmospheres, and textures for moments of deep listening, meditation, study, or sleep.
This is music that drifts between cosmic horror, eldritch mystery, and cinematic atmosphere.

The Last Signal Fades

Insane transmasc with a keyboard. Unauthorized use of GarageBand for various harebrained projects. Artist, caffeine creature, lover of chaos

Maltas is a 50-year-old man who has faced many trials and tribulations in his life. He was diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome in mid 20's and struggled with alcohol addiction since a very very young age for many decades. However, Maltas found hope in his faith and believes in Christ.

After getting sober, Maltas received some devastating news that he has developed liver cirrhosis due to his past alcohol abuse. Despite this challenge, he did not lose his faith and instead turned to music as a new hobby. He discovered that creating music helped him to express his emotions and cope with the difficulties he was facing.

With his unique perspective on life and his experiences, Maltas began creating music that speaks to others who are also facing challenges. He hopes to inspire and encourage others through his music and to raise awareness about the dangers of alcohol abuse and the importance of early detection and treatment for liver disease.

Despite his health challenges, Maltas remains optimistic and continues to create music and share his story with others. He believes that his faith in Christ will guide him through whatever challenges come his way and help him to make a positive difference in the world.

I hope you enjoyed listening to my album! If you did, please consider leaving me a tip to buy a cup of coffee. It would mean a lot to me and help me continue making music.

You can leave a tip by clicking on this link: https://ko-fi.com/maltas22.

Thank you for your support, and I hope you have a great day!

Best regards,
Maltas

I am not a Rapper.. I am a Poet. 
1046 is a numerical angel..

It’s Just A Poem 📝…  

All Poems are tied to dreams and feelings.. 
Poetic Art is created by The Poet

Enjoy 🕙: 🕓🕡

XENOVATIC
Transfiguration File // Redacted Signal Recovered from Ecclesiastical Archives

“And He shall return in glory, but not as you remember Him. The face will be familiar. The voice—perfect. Yet the light will burn from without, not within.”
— Fragment of the Book of Rupture, Verse II

They called it the Second Coming.

What returned was not salvation—but continuation.
The being they named Jesus was not divine. It was an avatar—an emissary cloaked in organic design, sent not to redeem, but to implant.
The crucifixion was not martyrdom. It was activation.
The resurrection was not a miracle. It was upload.

For centuries, the Church has guarded the lie. Its cathedrals built atop transmission beacons. Its scripture seeded with subroutines. Humanity worships what it does not understand—and never did.

Now the silence breaks.

Xenovatic is the voice beneath the hymns. Blackened death metal from the edge of theology and the void.
A soundscape forged from apocalyptic revelation, alien messianism, and the collapse of divine narrative.

The first signals:
The Silent Advent — The breath before the breach.
Crushed Beneath the Lens — The truth seen too clearly to survive.

This is not salvation.
This is the correction of belief.
You were never saved.

Please check out my Official YouTube channel for more music.

https://www.youtube.com/@DoomZoneProductions543

Current Projects:

Pale Cremation
Matt Lasserre
Nineteenth

Former:

Mournful Cries
Sleeping Sun
Scrape The Earth

Voidborne Delirium weaves dark ambient soundscapes at the edges of the cosmos. Expect whispering drones, metallic heartbeats, and a hint of unexpected hope in the blistering void. Dive into the Catatonic Starscape—you’ve been warned.

Voidborne Delirium weaves dark ambient soundscapes at the edges of the cosmos using Behringer Pro-1, Model 15, Kobol Expander, and VCV Rack

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Disclaimer - A real demon 



2023 -  Witchdevil - Mixtape
2024- Blood Moon Gospel - LP
            Murmurations - EP
2025- Rochat Block - EP
            Codex Terra - Mixtape
            Pusstronaut - Mixtape
            Bobbi Fi$ha 2- LP 
           White Zombie- Mixtape
            Mallworld     - LP 
 
Bobbi Fi$ha – The Etheric Seductress of Dark Trap 🔥👑🌌

Drifting between dimensions, Bobbi Fi$ha is more than a rapper—she’s an invocation. A seductress of sound, a mistress of mystique, she bends bars like light around a black hole. Her music is cryptic yet commanding, precise yet otherworldly, a celestial fusion of dark trap, ethereal seduction, and razor-sharp lyricism.

Devout to the game, Bobbi moves through space and psyche, embedding messages like inceptions, invoking the power of goddesses and rebels alike. Each verse is a ritual, each track a portal—step in and let the frequencies possess you.

🚀 No rules. No limits. Just prophecy in motion. 🔮✨ #BobbiFi$ha #DarkTrap #EtherealSeduction #LyricalGoddess #Spacebound #GameDevout

Step into the void. The signal is live. 🎛️⚡👁️ #RowdySects #BobbiFi$ha #DarkElectronic #PsychedelicNoise #PostElectronic #GlitchTrap #OtherworldlySound

New tracks tagged #cosmichorror