"Its sunny out, but you like the rain"

"Take Off Your Mask" is a powerful, emotionally charged song that builds into a plea for authenticity and vulnerability. The track starts with a reflective, sparse atmosphere, featuring delicate piano chords and soft percussion, before swelling into a huge, arena-ready chorus driven by heavy drums and electric guitars. The strong female vocal performance confronts the inner turmoil of hiding ("mirrors cracked, but it tells no lies") and urges the listener to reveal their true self, promising liberation when they "let the air hit your skin." The song is about breaking free from pretense and embracing the truth.

Take Off Your Mask

"Cunning Heart" is an intense, dramatic pop anthem that explores the deceptive nature of a captivating personality. The track features a fast, syncopated rhythm driven by powerful percussion and a complex bassline, creating a sense of urgency and danger. The vocals are confident and assertive, calling out a "cunning heart" that plays games and "steals truth like it's enough." The production uses dramatic string swells, sharp electronic effects, and layered vocals to build a thrilling, cinematic atmosphere, perfect for a confrontation scene or a declaration of empowerment.

Cunning Heart

Pal Pal is a haunting classical journey filled with slow, emotional melodies and cinematic depth. KING AKR brings an atmospheric sound that captures pain, peace, and reflection—perfect for late-night listening.

Pal Pal

open filmer prt 4

AsTheDarknessTakesMe

Nimm meine Hand

Kuchajda hate button bliká stále v mojom vnútri
pixely sa trasú, tapety mením v malej tmavej sále
Zavíjanie vlka v diaľke kričí do tmy temno
démoni v mojej hlave šepkajú ticho – „poď sem no”

Gabika a Radka – hádky sú to čo sa vlečú
OnlyFans tajomstvá sú veci, čo hrôzu so sebou vlečú
V packových ponožkách kráčam križom cez veľké Tesko
čipsy s kečupom v ruke držím – no srdce je na dno, veľmi tesko

Ja chcem ísť k Janke… stále chcem byť k Janke blízko
Janka tvoje smaragdové oči žiaria viac než Parížske svetiel tisíc nablýsklo
Tri banani v taške nesiem, vypražaný syr nesiem pri sebe stále
zlomenina palcu na klávesnici bolí veľmi – stále kvôli tebe stále

Len šesť hodín spánku mám – telo už silno protestuje
kloaka nálad kričí stále jak jungle gorilla, čo všetko zduje
Hádžem mandarinky o stenu stále a ticho sa znova rozleje
Frankie v pozadí vraví potichu: „bro nech to už prejde”

Moje srdce sfarbené na kečup tečie stále jak červený dážď
a ja mám 20 centov na lieky stále – no tvoju lásku chce každý môj nášň
Break up ma ničí stále, aj keď sa tvárim že som silný
ty si môj cieľ jediný stále – môj Paríž navždy nevinný

Francúzsko sa mieša vo mne, keď AI píše túto vietu
Chatgptptpt – premium sny lietajú ďaleko svetu
Voňajú Furry Vianoce stále a čipsy pri tebe sú blízko
a ja chcem iba teba stále – nič viac len tvoje teplo nízko

Špenátové čipsy nechutia vôbec nikomu, ani mne veľmi nie
veľký vlk vo mne zavíja stále, keď strácam ťa pomaly tajomne
A galéria sa otáča znova – obrázky padajú všetky radom
všetky pripomínajú teba stále – aj tie obrázky čo tvár nemajú žiadnu

Janka znova ma voláš potichu do kruhu R – spomienka jemná stále
pri Kuchajde sme sedeli spolu – voda bola pokojná, príjemná stále
Hnev rastie v hrudi silno, démoni vravia potichu, že končí sa náš sen
no ja ťa hľadám stále v každom pixeli noci – zas a znova deň čo deň

Šesť hodín pre seba mám, no všetky miniem na teba stále
mandarinky o stenu hádžem znova, slabnem rýchlo – tma ma zbieha stále
A keď nie si pri mne vôbec, srdce sa bez teba triešti veľmi
si jediný hlas stále, čo moje veľké ticho ešte rieši verne

Moje srdce sfarbené na kečup padá znova jak červený dážď
mám len 20 centov na lieky stále – no ty si môj štít a moja stráž
Break up ma drví veľmi, no aj tak som tebou stále svetlý
Paríž môže zhorieť celý – ty si môj plameň navždy večný

Francúzsko mizne pomaly, keď moje sny k tebe znova letia
Chatgptptpt – premium pocity letia ďaleko bez krytia
Furry Vianoce voňajú čipsami stále – vôňou veľkého šťastia
a ja chcem iba teba stále – už žiadne návratné miesta

Frankie mizne v tme potichu, gorilla jungle konečne stíchne
vlk vo mne prestáva zavíjať pomaly, keď tvoje meno ticho dýchne
Len ticho tu zostane. Len ja sám. Len posledný môj tep
a srdce zostáva stále… navždy sfarbené na kečup



Srdce sfarebné na Kečup

Drew is a lonely, devoted fan whose whole world has quietly collapsed, and the only thing holding him together is Mio’s music.
One rainy night, after being ignored online, abandoned by his girlfriend, and feeling like his hero doesn’t see him, he starts driving too fast with a head full of anger, alcohol, and hurt. 
As messages to Mio pile up unsent, he types one last text “Dear Mio! Everything’s a blur and I don’t think that I’ll last..” but the phone slips from his hand in the chaos, landing on the wet asphalt, screen glowing in the rain while red and blue lights strobe in the distance.

Only Love Remains

Drew (Bonus Track)

"Till We Meet Again" is an epic, emotionally resonant ballad about the enduring nature of love and friendship, even across distance and time. The track builds slowly from a gentle, introspective synth melody into a soaring, cinematic anthem powered by huge drums, layered choruses, and sweeping electronic production. The lyrics acknowledge farewells but carry a powerful assurance that the connection will remain ("Do you feel the air ignite?") and that love will not fade or corrupt. This is a perfect track for a poignant farewell or a promise of future reunion.

Till We Meet Again

Remember ME

Cold World

Finland March

Ash Of Yesteryear´s Flame – The epic gothic world of Elyria continues:

Dive into the second part of the “Sleeping Gothic Saga”: With "Ash Of Yesteryear's Flame" an atmospheric, dark piece of music. Immerse yourself in a mysterious and magical story set within a grand gothic cathedral. Celtic romantic motifs, creating a deeply "gothic atmosphere", a "mystic" story within a grand "gothic architecture", where a "haunting" secret tied to a forgotten name awaits. .Experience the ethereal beauty of lost women and the gothic architecture, enhanced by subtle lighting effects, creating a truly enchanting and mystical setting. The atmosphere is further deepened by the pervasive gothic mood, inviting you into a world of ancient secrets and powerful forces.

Asche der Flamme von einst – Die epische gotische Welt von Elyria wird fortgesetzt:

Taucht ein in den zweiten Teil der „Schlafenden Gotik-Saga“: Mit „Ash Of Yesteryear´s Flame“, einem atmosphärischen, düsteren Musikstück. Begeben Sie sich auf eine geheimnisvolle und magische Reise in eine prachtvolle gotische Kathedrale. Keltisch-romantische Motive schaffen eine tiefgründige gotische Atmosphäre, eine mystische Geschichte inmitten grandioser gotischer Architektur, wo ein geheimnisvolles Rätsel um einen vergessenen Namen wartet. Erleben Sie die ätherische Schönheit verlorener Frauen und die gotische Architektur, untermalt von subtilen Lichteffekten, die eine wahrhaft bezaubernde und mystische Welt erschaffen. Die allgegenwärtige gotische Stimmung verstärkt die Atmosphäre und entführt Sie in eine Welt uralter Geheimnisse und mächtiger Kräfte.

« Ash Of Yesteryear's Flame » – L'univers gothique épique d'Elyria se poursuit

Ceniza de la Llama de Antaño - El Épico Mundo Gótico de Elyria continuará

Ash Of Yesteryear's Flame - O Mundo Gótico Épico de Elyria continua


Ash of Yesteryears Flame: The Dark Epic Gothic World Of Elyria Continues

Lyrics:

Listening to the night
I hear you call out my name
steady as a pulse through distance
sure as a step that never strays

you rise through the quiet
like a line written in stone
simple in shape
certain in aim
reaching where nothing else had flown

I brace for the moment
your voice cuts through the frame
shifting the whole measure forward
before the bar can stay the same

and every note you shape
cuts through with steady aim
no slip in its direction
no falter in its pace
a line held firm
the way he held the weight of form
before it rose

listening to the night
I answer as I came
drawn to that call that finds me
before I even speak your name

listening to the night
I hear you call out my name
and this time the call doesn’t feel distant
it lands right beside you
carved into place
with the same sure hands
that shaped symphonies
and the same sharp instinct
that shaped your lines
a blend that shouldn’t exist
yet stands here fully formed
as if it always did

listening to the night
I hear you call out my name
steady as a pulse through distance
sure as a step that never strays

you rise through the quiet
like a line written in stone
simple in shape
certain in aim
reaching where nothing else had flown

I brace for the moment
your voice cuts through the frame
shifting the whole measure forward
before the bar can stay the same

and every note you shape
cuts through with steady aim
no slip in its direction
no falter in its pace
a line held firm
the way he held the weight of form
before it rose

listening to the night
I answer as I came
drawn to that call that finds me
before I even speak your name

listening to the night
I hear you call out my name
and this time the call doesn’t feel distant
it lands right beside you
carved into place
with the same sure hands
that shaped symphonies
and the same sharp instinct
that shaped your lines
a blend that shouldn’t exist
yet stands here fully formed
as if it always did

listening to the night
I hear you call out my name
steady as a pulse through distance
sure as a step that never strays

you rise through the quiet
like a line written in stone
simple in shape
certain in aim
reaching where nothing else had flown

I brace for the moment
your voice cuts through the frame
shifting the whole measure forward
before the bar can stay the same

and every note you shape
cuts through with steady aim
no slip in its direction
no falter in its pace
a line held firm
the way he held the weight of form
before it rose

listening to the night
I answer as I came
drawn to that call that finds me
before I even speak your name

listening to the night
I hear you call out my name
and this time the call doesn’t feel distant
it lands right beside you
carved into place
with the same sure hands
that shaped symphonies
and the same sharp instinct
that shaped your lines
a blend that shouldn’t exist
yet stands here fully formed
as if it always did

Listen to the Night

Genre-fluid music exploring intimacy, darkness, and emotional tension.
A fusion of alternative and electronic soundscapes with cinematic mood and restrained vocals.
Created for late-night listening and inner spaces.

Im creating all genres, from heavy metal to cyberpunk, to orchestral pieces, so feel free to browse around Let me know if you want to work together / have requests.

🌟 TIP Awards – October 2025 Winner🌟 
🌟 Rising Star 🌟

Multi-genre independent artist with 28 years of experience. Creating melodies for 33!

Lost most of my life's work and gave up for a while. Now I continue to create using mainly FL Studio, Suno, Audacity.

Here you will also find some tracks made a very long time ago, using various methods.

I hope you'll find something you love!

Thank you for lending me your ears on yours and my own journey.

If you would like to see lyrics with some of the music please check out my YT Channel.
https://youtube.com/@peterblack.8?feature=shared

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Rapper from Islamabad (born 2004), blending Urdu, Punjabi, and English into raw, emotional, and street-driven storytelling. Known for honest lyrics and a unique sound that carries pain, passion, and ambition.
Always independent. Always real.

Ari Inkiläinen also uses artist name James Sag. Ari is Finnish composer/producer and actor. He was interested of music already in a school and when was just a kid then most of all his biggest target was rhythm instruments. More info in Google as Ari Inkiläinen, Ari Inkilainen and James Sag.

PDX/LA: These songs r composed on a 1910 Mason & Farrel Upright Grand Piano, Tuned to 432hz. Rookie with recording… In need of an Andy Warhol so I can Basquiat… without the Heroin. Gods gift Self taught everything. I'll hear my music in a movie someday, smile, and say, I told you so. Analog girl lost in digital world. Slowly but surely: Check out Psalm139love.com to see our nonprofit in Haiti.

Male signer/songwriter/producer : Ninjedo and female singer/songwriter/producer : Tranceferia, friends since childhood, come together to formFashion Police^five hundred and seventy third House*. Since first lockdown, the creation (on average) of about 2 to 8 songs a week with very few breaks through a unique process resembling poetic musical scrabble along with classic standard recording has become a one of a kind process.

New tracks tagged #dramatic