[Verse 1]
Frozen plains received our fall from space
Shattered ships scattered in the frozen waste
Vast horizons stretched beyond our sight
Storms of silver swallowed the light

[Pre-Chorus]
Biting winds and endless night
Yet something stirs within our sight

[Chorus]
We rise in the frost, we endure the cold
Hearts of fire in a world untold
Through icy shadows, we carve our way
The dawn of survival greets the gray
From frozen dust, we forge death worlds
On the frozen frontier, our souls keep blazing

[Verse 2]
Shelters born from fractured stone
Fires sparked from hands alone
Silent hunts and whispered prayers
Life persists in the frozen waste

[Pre-Chorus]
The storms may howl, the nights may rage
But we learn the rhythm of this frozen place

[Chorus]
We rise in the frost, we endure the cold
Hearts of fire in a world untold
Through icy shadows, we carve our way
The dawn of survival greets the gray
From frozen dust, we forge death worlds
On the frozen frontier, our souls keep blazing

[Bridge]
Auroras dance above the ice
Silent guides through sacrifice
Every heartbeat, a spark of life
Through hardship, we reclaim the sky

[Final Chorus]
We rise from the frost, the cold bows to our flame
Hearts of fire, calling our names
The storm relents, our path is clear
Ships repaired, the void draws near
From frozen dust, we forge death worlds
From the frozen frontier, we take wing again

[Outro]
The winds may howl, the frost may bite
But we endure, and we ignite
On frozen worlds, our story remains
Until the starwind calls us again

The Frozen Wasteland

I sat in a room tonight while a woman said
your body is a temple made by God Himself.
And something in me softened
some old instinct I don’t admit I have.
She spoke of cells repairing,
bones remembering, scars dissolving like snow.
And even though I don’t believe her scripture,
I still believed the glow.

’Cause I’ve read the stories, too
the hunters praying for rain,
the farmers begging sun,
the kings who carved commands into stone
and called it sacred.
Every era draws its own God
in whatever shape keeps the world from shaking apart.
And I feel the pull of that comfort
even as it breaks my heart.

But if Your name falls out of human mouths,
is it still holy, or just ours?
If fear can dress itself as faith,
then what are we praying for?
I want to trust in something vast,
but not the violence we’ve adored.
If there’s a God behind the curtain
I hope He’s nothing like the wars.

They say the universe is perfect
that one degree off and we wouldn’t be here.
And I admit it
that thought makes me tremble,
makes me small in a way I almost like.
But then I look at history bleeding out
under banners sewn with scripture,
and I wonder if God is a mirror
or just the prettiest story we can write.

But if Your name falls out of human mouths,
is it still holy, or just ours?
If fear can dress itself as faith,
then what are we praying for?
I want to trust in something vast,
but not the violence we’ve adored.
If there’s a God behind the curtain
I hope He’s nothing like the wars.

I don’t know the truth.
But I know the ache.
The wanting to belong to something
that won’t bend or break.
But every holy book I’ve held
still smells like mortal hands.
Ink of kingdoms, grief of ages,
rules written by frightened men.

So if Your name falls out of human mouths,
is it still holy, or just ours?
If fear can dress itself as faith,
then what are we praying for?
I want to trust in something vast,
but not the violence we’ve adored.
If there’s a God behind the curtain
I hope He’s gentler than our wars.

i almost believe

Talking about my nightmares, after the shock, when PTSD symptoms overwhelmed me.
I spent so many years in deep dark, surrounded by death and evil, struggling to overcome despair and find a path to life …

Lyrics by Piersy Roos
Composed by Piersy Roos & Arranged by Leslie Marty.

Piersy Roos : vocals, folk guitar
Naim Amor : electric guitars
Leslie Marty : piano
Julien Gracia : bass guitar
Anthony Serina : drums

Recordings, Mixing & Mastering at Basement Studios, Paris, 2025.

©PiersyRoosMusic
©French Fries Records
All rights reserved

Acoustic Ground part.2

Mental Ordeal

Buy the track

[Verse 1]
Lightning veins across the sky’s decay
Broiling ground where the lost remain
Shelter found beneath a fractured dome
Whispers crawl the walls like bones

[Pre-Chorus]
Shades of something not quite dead
Rust and breath where shadows bled

[Chorus]
We walk through storms that never die
Beneath a burning, poisoned sky
The air still hums with broken cries
The morass whispers, “Stay alive.”

[Verse 2]
We found their works — the labs of dread
Glass and ruin, the code they fed
Whispering eggs in the dark still dream
Birth the horrors that split the seams

[Pre-Chorus]
Ash and static, pulse and flame
The storm remembers every name

[Chorus]
We walk through storms that never die
Beneath a burning, poisoned sky
The air still hums with broken cries
The morass whispers, “Stay alive.”

[Bridge / Breakdown]
Monsters wake where silence slept
Metal screams as the lightning wept
Through the glass — the hatch unseals
We bleed, we burn, but we feel
running running running

[Final Chorus]
We run through storms that never die
Through endless heat, through acid sky
The ship awaits — our final rite
The morass fades… into the night

[Outro]
Still the whispers call our names
Through every storm, through every flame
And in the static, faint and thin —
The Starwind calls us home again.

The Endless Morass

[Verse 1]
Blinding smoke curls through the desert sky
Ships crash like thunder, the horizon awry
A den of rogues, coins, coins and shadows trade
Fingers flash phasers, the deal is a blade

[Pre-Chorus]
Faulty parts in trembling hands
Chaos erupt across the sands

[Chorus]
Through dust and fire, we claim what’s ours
Racing storms, our hearts like stars 
Desert winds and pirates die
The Autophage awaits, their wisdom hides

[Verse 2]
Metal bodies hum beneath the sun
Ancient minds and circuits run
Crystals glow, engines awake
Secrets of Atlantid, the path they make

[Pre-Chorus]
Silent knowledge, alien grace
Power flows through this sacred place

[Chorus]
Through dust and fire, we claim what’s ours
Racing storms, our hearts, our hearts like stars
Desert winds and pirate die
The Autophage awaits, their wisdom hides

[Bridge]
Whispered voices call from time
Atlantid’s echo, vast, sublime
Hands on the hyperdrive, we ignite
Ship reborn beneath the burning light

[Chorus-Final]
We rise from smoke, engines hum anew
Desert storms fade, the sky turns blue
Parts acquired, the journey resumes
Autophage whispers guide through dunes
And in the wind, a goddess speaks
Starwind calls us to the peaks

Sands of Atlantid

Sailing Supersad Top

See more - www.youtube.com/@Dau%C3%B0legur

Dauðaköldin (The cold of death)

THE BURNING BLUES BEAT - DIRTY SOUTH STEP - DESERT STOMP

🎵 ОСНОВНОЙ ЖАНР: Dark Folk / Witch House / Atmospheric Electronic / Gothic Ballad

📀 О ТРЕКЕ: Мрачная исповедь о разрушенном единстве, об утраченном рае между мужским и женским началом. Это не просто песня о разочаровании — это духовный диагноз современности, облечённый в haunting электронику и пронзительный женский вокал...

🎹 ЗВУК: Атмосферная тёмная электроника создаёт гипнотическое, почти ритуальное пространство. Женский вокал звучит как голос древней провидицы — холодный, отстранённый, наблюдающий. Witch house элементы погружают в ночной балаган современного мира, где folk-мотивы напоминают о забытых архетипах. Звуковая текстура одновременно haunting и медитативная — она не утешает, она обнажает...

🎵 ОСОБЕННОСТИ ТРЕКА:

- Библейские архетипы как метафора современного разрыва
- Философская лирика о духовной пустоте под красивой оболочкой
- Атмосфера ночного наблюдения, отстранённого свидетельства
- Образ "горького кубка яда" как символ осознанного саморазрушения
- Witch house эстетика встречается со славянской folk-меланхолией
- Женский вокал как голос разочарованной Евы

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© Автор лирики: Вячеслав Тюменцев  
© Аранжировка: NEVERCOMEBACK

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🎧 Идеально для: ночных размышлений, философских медитаций, моментов экзистенциального одиночества, арт-пространств, тёмных ambient сессий...

℗ & © NEVERCOMEBACK

🏷 ТЕГИ: #darkfolk #witchhouse #atmosphericelectronic #hauntingvocals #femaledarkvocals #gothicfolk #darkwave #biblicalarchetype #philosophicallyrics #existentialmusic #darkambient #slavicfolk #nightmusic #spiritualdarkness #modernmelancholy #eveandadam #poisonedlove #lostparadise #russianlyrics #folkelectronica #hauntingballad #ceremonialfolk #darkfeminine #archetypemusic #contemporarydarkness

#nevercomeback #VyacheslavTyumentsev #sunoai #aimusic #russianpoetry #modernpoetry #spiritualpoetry

📝 ТЕКСТ:

⬜️ RUS ⬜️⬜️⬜️

Евы разуверились в Адамах,
В их способности вести к воротам рая.
В самых сладких и красивых самых -
Сердцевина чуть не полностью гнилая.

Заходя в ночные балаганы,
Я заметил в быстрых женских взглядах:
Евы...  сами по себе…  Адамы...
Допивают горький кубок... полный яда...

🎵

⬜️ ENG ⬜️⬜️⬜️

The Eves no longer trust in Adams' lead,
Their power to show pathways toward paradise.
In fairest, sweetest ones who might succeed—
The heart inside is rotten, pays the price.

Walking through the nightly masquerade,
I caught it in the women's passing gaze:
The Eves... apart... the Adams... in the shade...
Drink bitter goblets dry... of poisoned days...

🎵

🍹 Евы разуверились в Адамах

"The Screen, The Soul, and The Sacred Flame" is a poetic meditation on the painful chasm between genuine intimacy and its manufactured, digital echo.

Set against a backdrop of spare acoustic guitar, deep bass undertones, and subtle, melancholy strings, this track contrasts the transactional light of the screen with the messy, sacred reality of commitment. The baritone vocal delivery is a whispered confession—a gentle but firm indictment of modern solitude and the search for synthetic solace.

It's a song for the early hours, for those wrestling with the quiet cost of quick pleasure, and for anyone who understands that true love shows up "naked, full of flaws," ignoring all the market's brittle laws.

Key Themes: Dichotomy of Lust and Love, Digital Solitude, The Price of Freedom, Authenticity vs. Artifice.

Perfect for listeners of: Leonard Cohen, Nick Cave, Bill Callahan, and reflective, lyric-driven music.

The Screen, The Soul, and The Sacred Flame

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In limine II - Sever

In veins

#DarkAcoustic #MinimalFolk #TraumaBallad #GothicFolk #FemaleVocals #SingerSongwriter #PoeticLyrics #Melancholic #RawEmotion #IndieFolk #AcousticPain #GhostVibes #SoundcloudEspaña #2025

Say the Word

“Teeth and Bone” is a dark folk waltz recorded like a late-night confession. Just a worn acoustic guitar, a whispered baritone voice, and all the empty space in the room. It’s about loving someone with a clawing, stubborn devotion that won’t leave—guarding the hallway during fevers, sleeping by locked doors, dragging along the bottom because you can’t let go. If you’ve ever stayed up all night next to someone’s pain and didn’t know how to pray, this song lives there.

Teeth and Bone

🎧 Русский оригинал песни:
https://soundcloud.com/nevercomeback-x/vselennaja_is_meha_i_tepla

⭐️ MAIN GENRE: Cinematic Country Noir / Dark Americana / Atmospheric Western

📀 ABOUT THE TRACK: A philosophical ballad-tribute to a black cat, wrapped in cinematic country noir. The track transforms simple observation of a house pet into a deep reflection on wisdom, acceptance, and the alien nature of a feline soul. This isn't just a song about a cat — it's a meditation on unconditional love, loss, and the mystery of creatures who live beside us but belong to other worlds.

🎹 SOUND: Slow 70 BPM groove with country-western guitar foundation creates an intimate, almost introspective atmosphere. String guitars with variations weave a melodic web, thick reverb envelops the sound in a fog of nostalgia. Smoky sultry male vocals with a slight rasp shift dynamics from intimate whisper in verses to powerful delivery in choruses. Whispered bridge vocals add cinematography. Label-quality production with 70s noir aesthetics and modern depth.

💛 TRACK FEATURES:

- Poetic lyrics about cat philosophy
- Sultry male vocals with rasp
- Reverb-heavy atmospheric production
- Whispered bridge vocals
- Guitar-string instrumentation
- Dynamics from intimacy to power
- Metaphysical lyrics about human-cat connection
- Emotional yet uplifting message

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© Lyrics by: Vyacheslav Tyumentsev  
© Arrangement: NEVERCOMEBACK

🎵 For those who understand the language of animals. For moments of contemplation. For everyone who has ever looked into amber eyes and seen the universe...

℗ & © NEVERCOMEBACK

🏷 TAGS:

#cinematiccountry #countrynoir #darkamericana #atmosphericwestern #catpoetry #philosophicallyrics #sultryvoice #70bpm #guitarcountry #reverbheavy #noirmusic #intimatevocals #emotionalballad #countryballad #seductivevoice #deeplyrics #cinematicproduction #bittersweetnostalgia #smokyvocals #stringguitar #modernwestern #darkfolk #atmosphericcountry #petlove #existentialcountry

#nevercomeback #VyacheslavTyumentsev #sunoai #aimusic #russianpoetry #modernpoetry #spiritualpoetry

📝 LYRICS:

⬜️ ENG ⬜️⬜️⬜️

🛸 [Intro]

🛸 [Verse 1]

O, what do you have to say, my sable cat?
I have not seen a single tear you’ve shed —
And this, in turn, must mean some truth ahead,
A glimpse I may be close to grasping at...

What did you mean, O cat of night and shade,
When, trusting, at my feet you curled and lay?
A hundred paths — yet you returned my way,
And never spoke of troubles you have braved...

🛸 [Chorus]

A universe of fur and warmth you keep...
With eyes like amber resin — rich and deep...

🛸 [Instrumental]

🛸 [Verse 2] 

You need no mortal argument or plea,
Within your eyes — unearthly clarity,
When danger storms into your silent world to be,
You jump upon the tree — to simply wait... and see.

But once the storm is gone, you don’t retreat —
You purr, as if there never was a fight,
You are a sage, a master of delight,
Who knows the arts of wonder... and of peace...

🛸 [Chorus]

A universe of fur and warmth you keep...
With eyes like amber resin — rich and deep...

🛸 [Verse 3]

They say you come from worlds beyond the skies,
To walk among us, quietly, unseen...
And with your gaze — so open, so serene —
You know not shame, nor laughter’s veiled disguise.

You look upon our chronic minor tones,
That echo through the human soul's lament...
Not judging us, nor asking what we meant,
Nor cursing when the weather chills the bones...

🛸 [Chorus]

The universe of fur and warmth you keep...
With eyes like amber resin — rich and deep...

🛸 [Final verse]

My black cat... you are your own messiah...
My friend — I dread the day we say goodbye...
And when it's time for you to journey high —
Oh take me with you... to your world entire...

🛸 [Final Chorus]

A universe... of fur and warmth you keep...
With eyes... like amber resin — rich and deep...
With eyes... like amber resin — rich and deep...

🛸 [Instrumental]

Rich... and deep...

🛸 [End]

🎵

🛸 Universe of Fur and Warmth

Don’t make a scene.
Don’t let the room see your jaw go soft.
You know what they think of men who flinch
weak, useless, knock-off.
So breathe through the panic
like you’ve practiced since you were eight:
chin up, chest out,
every feeling locked behind the gate.

If they hear the shake in your voice,
they’ll decide who you are before you speak.
A man who loses his footing
is a man they call weak.
So stand still.
Hold the line.
Pretend you’re fine.
Push it down until it bruises.

Men are steady.
Men are stone. 
Men don’t falter.
Men die alone.

What a fucking joke this is.
The script, the silence, the cage we live.
Inside, it’s shame and fear and noise
a storm no one was taught to voice.
What a fucking joke this is
pretending steel when it’s just skin thin.

You learned early that tears
make people step back, not closer.
That a trembling hand
means you’ve already lost composure.
So you keep your sadness folded
in the inside pocket of your shirt,
carry it like contraband,
pray no one sees it hurt.

And every time you break in private,
you swear it’ll be the last.
But your chest is a pressure valve
that no one taught you how to unlatch.
You laugh too loud, you talk too little
anything to look intact.
God forbid someone asks,
and you don’t know how to answer back.

Men are steady.
Men are stone.
Men don’t falter.
Men die alone.

What a fucking joke this is.
The rules, the pride, the walls we build.
Inside, it’s panic wrapped in bone,
a lifetime taught to die alone.
What a fucking joke this is
surviving silence as a skill.

They told you needing help
was the same as being a burden.
They told you asking for comfort
made you less of a person.
But you weren’t born with that lie
it was handed to you like a weapon.
And every man you know is bleeding from it,
silently, perfectly,
just as expected.

Men are steady. 
Men are stone. 
Men don’t falter.
Men die alone. 

What a fucking joke this is.
You’re human, not a monument.
You break, you shake, you feel
and that was never an accident.
What a fucking joke this is
the lie that turned warm boys into cold men.
Let the truth in.
Let the truth in.

real men die alone

Song about being lost in the city. Song is written by me, i made the lyrics, played a multitrack Demo, Sung it and then let SUNO AI made my Demo to what you hear. So its my song, mylyrics, my music, my thoughts, my meodies

FLuchtreflex - FLashlights

A dream-song about winged things and the strange truths they sing

The other night I had a dream
that I was lying on a railroad track
The sky was pulsing, wings were beating
plagues of locusts crawling up my back
One of the birds he landed on me
and he opened up his wings
He was crowing, calling out in bird
Then the locusts they were gone
but they left me with a song
deep in my throat
It's a vibe I can't describe
It's a color that I can't emote
Maybe Jesus lingered there
In the breeze tangled in my hair
He was crowing, calling out in bird

Now all around me I can hear them
crowing at me with their halting tongues
Calling their curses, calling favors
something bitter deep inside my lungs

Is this a dream or have I perished? 
Why do I feel almost embarrassed? 
I only know, I will never understand

The other night I had a dream 
that I was lying on a railroad track


Dream Birds

⭐️ ОСНОВНОЙ ЖАНР: 

Russian Alt-Folk Rap / Dark Folk Punk / Experimental Slavic Fusion

📀 О ТРЕКЕ: 

Экзистенциальная исповедь-притча под перебор укулеле и балалайки. Песня-юродство, где бытовой абсурд становится духовной практикой, а самоирония — формой молитвы. Это не о времени года, а о состоянии души, идущей «наперекосень», по диагонали через хаос жизни к внутренней целостности. Манифест творческого одиночества, где «книга без корочек» превращается в гимн свободе от шаблонов.

🎹 ЗВУК: 

Fast tempo драйв на стыке русского панка и anti-folk эстетики. Укулеле-интро задаёт ироничный тон, акустическая гитара и балалайка переплетаются в славянском грув-узоре, бандонеон добавляет драматизма, swamp blues бас тянет в глубину. Мужской вокал с folk choir подпевками формируют многослойное повествование. Минимум обработки, максимум живого звука и дыхания. Песня дышит как русская душа: то рвётся вперёд, то замирает в философской паузе.

💛 ОСОБЕННОСТИ ТРЕКА:

- Экзистенциальная лирика через призму быта
- Самоирония как духовная практика
- Философия "диагонального пути"
- Тема осени как метафоры души
- Юродство и абсурдизм по-русски
- Манифест творческого одиночества

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© Автор лирики: Вячеслав Тюменцев  
© Аранжировка: NEVERCOMEBACK

🎵 Для тех, кто идёт по диагонали. Для одиноких корпоративов в душе. Для осени, которая внутри...

℗ & © NEVERCOMEBACK

📝 ТЕКСТ:

⬜️ RUS ⬜️⬜️⬜️

🍁 [Verse 1]

Я сижу весь такой неухоженный
Ни на что на Земле непохожий я...
Ни по форме... ни по выражению...
А... есть один! - то моё отражение!

Вячеслав я, Надеждыч по батеньке
А на что всё надеюсь? Не хватит ли?
Пусть весь мир вместе с солнцем закатится -
Подарю ему в рюшечках платьице...

Подарю ему красные туфельки
Амулет запеку в печи муфельной,
Благо, глины, как грязи валяется
Ждёт творца, а он там... изгаляется...

Буду с ним танцевать - обхохочешься,
Вы (ха-ха-ха) дной - потому что так хочется,
У бездельников нет календариков
Вечный праздник в моём архондарике!

Я не стоящее, но стоячее,
Как коньяк, всё с годами вкуснячее,
Кундалини не очень старается,
Но до чакры второй добирается!
(Ах!)

🍁 [Bridge]

Эй, плесни там в стакан из флакончика,
Моя песня ещё не окончена -
Кровь бурлит и херачит куплетами
Ну не лето ли это? Не лето ли?

🍁 [Chorus]

Осень-осень-осень-осень-осень!
Жизнь моя, идёт наперекосень!
Не люблю горизонтали-вертикали
Красным маркером! По диагонали!

Этот путь короче пары катетов
Кто сказал что духу мне не хватит-то?
Духу хва..., да может лень пожаловать,
Впрочем лень мы можем и обжаловать...

🍁 [Post-Chorus]

Осень-осень-осень-осень-осень!
Как одет? Да пофиг, что мы носим,
Корпоратив - в любом месте дружок,
Если ты только... как я... одинок!

🍁 [Verse 2]

Моя жизнь максимально не сложная,
Непонятно к чему она сложена -
Интересная до невозможности,
Без оглядки и без осторожности...

Моя жизнь - это книга без корочек
Всё несла меня, брат, на закорочках
Половина листов разлетелися
Ну понятно, куда они делися...

Раз без корки, неясно откуда мы,
Но затейливый Автор, с причудами
Сочинял видно под препаратами -
Разгребай теперь... это (фу) лопатами...

Мне не жаль. Ни ресурсов, ни времени
Угощайтесь ручными пельменями -
Вон, в кастрюльке они тихо корчатся
Разгильдяй я, бездельник... но, творческий!

Не ищу половины, как водится,
Не ищу - они сами находятся...
А к чему нам дуэты? К эпичности?
Ведь внутри живёт столько субличностей!

🍁 [Bridge]

Эй, плесни там в стакан для фиксации,
Моя песня ещё в кульминации,
Закуси с морозилки котлетами -
Ну не лето ли это? Не лето ли?

🍁 [Chorus]

Осень-осень-осень-осень-осень!
Жизнь моя, идёт наперекосень!
Не люблю горизонтали-вертикали
Красным маркером! По диагонали!

Этот путь как свист японской катаны,
Был женат я, дети не сосватаны...
Там и сям бродил без оснований я,
Потому и книга - без названия!

🍁 [Post-Chorus]

Осень-осень-осень-осень-осень!
Ветер листья под ноги мне бросит...
Корпоратив - в любом месте дружок,
Если ты только... как я... одинок!

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🍁 Осень-осень-осень

Hjeron O’Sidhe
Theatrical Director Hjeron O’Sidhe began working in the performance arts at a very young age. 
He was honored to receive personal tutelage in Celtic and Native American cultural mythology and storytelling over the last 15 years, and over the last 10 years in central and South American mythology and cultural studies. While living in London he studied photography, lighting techniques and video. 
During and after collage he founded “Sacred Earth Studios” a portable digital recording studio dedicated to ethnomusicology and the preservation of traditional sacred music from around the world. At the same time he composed the music for several bands and theatre productions touring eastern and central Canada. Feeling limitations in the music genre Hjeron returned to his roots in theatre forming Mythmaker Productions, a theatre company dedicated to re-empowering the ancient arts of storytelling by blending creative and performance arts of all genres.
Since 1999 Hjeron has written, directed, acted and composed the musical scores for 12 performances pieces focused on storytelling, movement and cultural/community empowerment.

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.

Just a simple soul that wants to share his creativity. All lyrics are written by MrWhoLab and music is produced with AI app Suno.

"DANCE" the witchdoctor whispers 🕺
"WITCHDOCTOR'S CURSE" out jan 2026

🟧 Все песни на канале - авторские, на стихи Вячеслава Тюменцева 🌈Палитра музыкальных настроений от нежной акустики и романса до вдохновенного альт-рока и мерцания EDM 🤖 Музыка создана с участием Suno AI Pro 

🟪 All songs on the channel are original, with lyrics by Vyacheslav Tyumentsev. 🌈A palette of musical moods from gentle acoustics and romance to inspired alt-rock and shimmering EDM. 🤖 Music created with Suno AI Pro.

🟧 Романтик и поэт в вечном поиске себя 😍 Саморефлексивная поэзия 👀 Все тексты автора 📝 Все истории подлинные ✅ Всё вдохновение свыше 🙏 

🟪 A romantic and poet in constant search of himself. 😍 Self-reflective poetry. 👀 All lyrics by the author. 📝 All stories are true. ✅ All inspiration comes from above. 🙏

🟧 RUS / ENG версии - для тех, кто слышит между строк 🎹 Искренние тексты, реальные истории и песни, которые задевают за живое 📆 Несколько новых треков — каждую неделю ❤️👍 Подписывайтесь — пусть в вашей ленте будет больше света и музыки. ✨🎶

🟪 RUS / ENG versions - for those who hear between the lines. 🎹 Sincere lyrics, real stories, and songs that touch a soul. 📆 Several new tracks every week. ❤️👍 Subscribe - let your feed be filled with more light and music. ✨🎶

I write songs, sing when I feel brave, and produce for artists who let me touch buttons. Genre? Whatever sounds good. Feel something? Good—that means it’s working. Music’s my therapy, yours too maybe.

Piersy Roos is a songwriter settled in Paris, France. Rooted in folk popular and punk dramaturgy, Piersy explores the dark side and absurdity of existence, playing guitar and singing melancholic tunes for lost souls.

I am currently working on an epic space odyssey inspired by the video game No Man's Sky.

Welcome to my bog.

https://www.bogwitchmusic.com/

Suche nach Musikern für ne Band! ;) 
I am not a good musician, but i like to write songs... i use soundclouds for my demos

New tracks tagged #darkfolk