2 am by the river with you

Menu Theme (Doom Eternal Cover) Instruments reel

Bleak Cathedral - Blinded by Melancholy

THE POWER OF CHRIST - SYKO

THE POWER OF LUCIFER - SYKO

A Tribute to Gebrüder Grimm in 6 parts. Campfire Session @ Midnight... C'mon let's open the book:
1. The Sea Does Not Speak Twice ~ The Fisherman And His Wife /
2. Name Of The Nameless ~ Rumpelstilzchen /
3. Wild Journey ~ Little Red Riding Hood /
4. Three Leaves For The Dead ~ The Three Snake Leaves /
5. The Thirteenth Silence ~ The Twelve Brothers /
6. Unchained Dancers ~ The Twelve Dancing Princesses.

01-Project Grimm - A Tribute 2 Gebrüder Grimm In 6 Parts Demo # 010-16_21-06-25

A velvet sledgehammer of rock and gloom, wailing straight from the altar of heartbreak.

Love Is Pain

AREUFEELINGANXIOUS

Szpetny Theme's Song

“thrashy doom metal – or doomy thrash metal”

Too many problems with corrupted tracks etc. today added a Bass Line ( sort of ) and Mastered again through SoundCloud... so, here we go again.

Lyrics

In the dead of night I wonder
I wonder what was right
in the dead of night 
I wonder … ...

To hell with it all

I watch the sky, sky is bleeding,  just bleeding… 
my love remains -  intact and easy – so easy
There was the time when we were dreaming
just dreaming, but then the sky kept bleeding, just bleeding
My love became uneasy – so uneasy
Love was  to remain free with feelin… true feeling 
But life became,  uneasy – so uneasy
Where it leads - is to be seen – to be seen
Where it leads me -  so uneasy – so uneasy

To hell… with it all 
Disaster….  after …  every …  fakin … fall

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Used standard tuning - probably should have been downtuned for the midpart - but wanted to bring in that 80s thrash metal guitar tone and vibes.

Sky is Beeding

Sky is Bleeding  - Lyrics

Check out our newest single! This track opens "Elegy" and sets the mood with heavy riffs, haunting melodies, and a dense, hypnotic atmosphere. It’s a journey through dark landscapes and the quiet unease that lingers just beneath the surface.

Within the Hills

Cold sun.
Rust sky.
I drag my name through black water.

Teeth in the mud.
Voice in the drain.
Nothing left to pray for.

Break.
Static.
A low hum in the wires.
Feels like memory.

Sleep won’t come.
The ground keeps breathing.
Something wants out.

Let it.

Black Water

Mr. Businessman
counting ghosts in your briefcase.
I see your eyes flicker
black glass, no reflection left to waste.
The meal she packed for you
is cold before the train pulls away.
You chew in silence,
feeding on the time you pay.

Will you plan the next collapse,
or polish the ruin that’s left?
Your words mean nothing
paper in the mouth of death.
I might be wrong,
but I see what you’ve become
a man-shaped shadow
under fluorescent sun.

Every soul on this train
carries the same disease.
We build our cages
and call it a living.

Mr. Businessman
count your hours, not your cash.
Mr. Businessman
the future’s already ash.

Paper Mouth

Tell me you can last,
I’m coming home.
The road’s been long,
and I’ve been cold.

Don’t call my name,
don’t touch that phone.
All night I’ve been thinking,
and I know what I’ve known.
There’s a shadow in your doorway,
and I’m walking slow.

The lights are on,
but the feeling’s gone.
There’s a stranger’s car
where mine belongs.
I breathe the air,
and it burns like stone.
You left the truth
inside my bones.

I don’t need a word,
I don’t need a scene.
Just the silence breaking
where you used to dream.
You can hide in your house,
but the air still screams.

Guitars wail slow -
the weight of knowing,
the walls still glow.
Heavy, slow pulse,
each note a wound that won’t close.

The night’s still long,
and I’m still here.
No rage, no tears,
just what disappears.
You can keep your lies,
I’ll keep my pain —
we both know love
don’t come again.

Home

Dead calm day
Under the cherry tree
I see a ghost

I see a ghost and I hope it sees me
I make it smile

I make it smile when it speaks through me
It hums my name

It hums my name, says it wants to be my world
My sweet blossom curse
My girl
My sweet blossom curse

I can’t let it fade, can’t drive it away
She’s the voice in the dirt that still wants to stay
Sitting beneath the cherry tree with my blossom decay

My blossom ghost and a dying bee
Still day
Still waiting beneath the cherry tree - for what’s left of me

The Blossom Ghost

Sitting in the dim light,
Black wings cutting through the haze.
The judge holds every card now,
Throws them in the fire and walks away.
Summer never came back
just the heat that makes the lies decay.
Something moving under the skin,
no legs, no eyes - but still awake.

The worm wears a mask now,
crawling through what’s left of me.
The flowers don’t bloom, they stare
roots in chains beneath the street.
The hammer falls again,
the sound rings hollow through the air.
All the little things still whisper:
“Girl, this is the life you made
now sit and taste it slow.”

The sky opens,
and the birds rise
black dust in a dying light.
Watch them go.
Watch them go.

Four and Twenty

Come and see them,
come and see them - gathering places.
Come and see them,
come and see them - hollow faces.
Come and see them,
come and see them - burning traces.
Come and see them,
come and see them - empty spaces.

Take off your masks,
tear down your places.
Show us your gods,
show us your faces.
Take off your masks,
tear down your places.
Show us your gods,
show us your faces.

Come and see them,
come and see them - silent races.
Come and see them,
come and see them - broken graces.
Come and see them,
come and see them - wasted praises.
Come and see them,
come and see them - hollow faces.

Take off your masks,
tear down your places.
Show us your gods,
show us your faces.
Take off your masks,
tear down your places.
Show us your gods,
show us your faces.

Take off your masks.
Tear down your places.
Show us your gods.
Show us your faces.

Masks

Hailing from the thunderous hills of Chattanooga, Tennessee, HIVESONG is a rock duo on a mission to resurrect the spirit of rock & roll. Equal parts swagger and storm, HIVESONG channels the glam theatrics of Ziggy Stardust, the raw power of Sabbath, and the riff-driven fury of Royal Blood—fusing it all into a sound that feels both timeless and electric.

But HIVESONG isn’t just a band. It’s a revival.

Every song is a sermon from the altar of righteous noise. Every show is a ritual soaked in sweat, grit, and blessed distortion. Their guitars are relics. Their fans? Loyal congregants of the Church of Rock & Roll.

With their high-voltage presence, cathedral-shaking sound, and over-the-top stage personas, HIVESONG is a band you remember even if you’ve never heard them before.

I am a freestyle metal / alternative rock artist and heavily influenced by 80s music in general. 

The link below is a COLLAB with Chris Schlue - Industrial / Electronic / Speed / Dark Metal vibes ... really enjoyed writing the lyrics and doing the vocals - Big Thanks to Chris - CHECK OUT  Programmed Minds

https://soundcloud.com/chris-schlue/programmed-minds

I do have an excellent drummer on my corner who blasts the beats and with whom I compose the tracks.

THEN

In Gaza / Ukraine / Russia and the rest of the conflicted world, people die - day in day out, we as a human race could care a bit more.

The raging wars serve as a catalyst for the lyrics in most of the existing and upcoming songs. It seems that killing each other is the only way forward as written in the lyrics on the song - The Violent Ones. 

The human suffering is beyond belief, it needs to END now. War Metal as I see it, is to write lyrics about the insanity of war and not to forget those who died ... 

These are some of the dark layers of life

TAPATORA name has multiple meanings. It is an ancient name for a male that was mainly used in Finland. It is also the name of an island near Tampere and if you translate it in English, it means kill the quarrel / dispute / wrangle.

#thrash #thrashmetal #trash #trashmetal #peace #war #metalli #metallia #suomiprkl #metalforpeace #heavymetal
#heavy #metal #metalmusic #metaljourney #metaldrums #80smetal #gritty #warmetal #grittymetal #programmedminds #finland #acoustic  #alternativerock #alternative #acoustictunes

Bleak Cathedral is sad music for sad people.

demos only - nothin' more, nothin' less 
just a garage project - have a good laugh, guys!!

I like playing instruments and making songs. My sound is pretty eclectic and generally 'not-quite-right' ... but I like it that way! I also make purely electronic music under the name DxDy.

New tracks tagged #doomy