[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

Lyrics:

Feel the magic... Let it snow. Let it roar.

It’s Christmas time, the season of light,
Snow falls gently, painting the night.
Under the stars, the world feels alive,
The fire’s burning, the spirit survives.

Snow is falling, hearts are calling,
Carols echo through the air.
Joy bells ringing, voices singing,
Christmas magic everywhere.

Children laughing, snowflakes glistening,
Their frozen breath, a sight so listening.
Through frosted windows, candles gleam,
A world enchanted, like a dream.

Snow is falling, hearts are calling,
Carols echo through the air.
Joy bells ringing, voices singing,
Christmas magic everywhere.

As the day turns into night,
The velvet sky, so dark, so bright.
Christmas lights in every glow,
Shining where the cold winds blow.

The stars above and lights below,
A fiery warmth within the snow.
Together here, we stand as one,
‘Til the night fades and the morning comes.

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Lyrics written by Werner Gruber.
© 2025 RayGem83 – All rights reserved.

Where the Christmas Magic Lives

“Whispers of the Ashen Vale” is a dark, atmospheric Viking Metal hymn by Fleshbeat Factory. Soft, ethereal female vocals and slow, dramatic harsh male lines tell of spirits, roots and runes beneath a mountain’s heart. Nyckelharpa, acoustic guitar and frame drums weave with choirs into an epic tale where crows, ash and frost mark the path of fate – a journey through endless night toward an ever‑burning sky.
For more music from this Nordic universe, listen to the album “Hymns of the North” on Spotify (link in bio).

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Whispers of the Ashen Vale

“Hammer of the Drowned Gods” is a massive, ocean‑born Viking Metal assault by Fleshbeat Factory. Slow, crushing harsh vocals and ethereal female cleans rise over chugging Metalcore riffs, pounding double kicks, choirs and folk‑tinged tagelharpa lines. The song tells of chained gods sleeping beneath the waves, breaking free in storms of blood, foam and iron as the sea itself becomes a weapon and the north rides once more under a drowned, awakening pantheon.
For more music from this Nordic universe, listen to the album “Hymns of the North” on Spotify (link in bio).

Hammer of the Drowned Gods

[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

“Ashen Colossus Rising” is a massive Viking metal anthem fusing crushing riffs with industrial stomps and electronic pulses. It tells of ancient giants rising from ash and frost to devour thunder and reclaim their iron throne. Hymnic choruses and war‑march grooves paint a northern apocalypse where the earth itself walks.
For more music from this Nordic universe, listen to the album “Hymns of the North” on Spotify (link in bio).

Ashen Colossus Rising

“Bloodsong” is a furious Viking metal battle hymn that fuses crushing growls, soaring female cleans, and massive choirs over heroic guitar walls and orchestral surges. The lyrics summon ravens, axes and northern storms as fallen warriors rise again under Odin’s gaze. It feels like a ritual in the great hall before war, where every shout of “Bloodsong!” is both a prayer and a war cry.
For more music from this Nordic universe, listen to the album “Hymns of the North” on Spotify (link in bio).

Bloodsong

[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

An epic fusion of Viking metal and cinematic melody — war horns, harp, and crushing riffs collide beneath a blood-red sky.
“The Wolf and the Weeping Sun” tells of fate, fire, and the last dawn of the North.
Harsh vocals meet haunting female voice in a storm of sound — ancient, powerful, unforgettable. 

The Wolf and the Weeping Sun

Ez a dal egy negyvenéves barátság, amit heavy metal balladába sűrítettünk.

Ez egy tisztelgés egy olyan ember előtt, aki oszlopa a családjának, a standjának és a gyerekkori emlékeinknek. Több mint négy évtizede egy állandó: a mestersége mestere, egy olyan gondoskodó, akinek a szíve olyan hatalmas, mint a legéndás étvágya, és egy rock and roll lélek, akit egy soproni piaci legenda testébe zártak.

Nem egy emberről éneklünk, akit a mérete határoz meg; egy olyan emberről éneklünk, akinek a jelenléte túl nagy bármilyen hétköznapi keretre. Nem rajta nevetünk; az örömmel nevetünk, amit a karaktere hozott az életünkbe egy egész életen át. A "Lepkehájas Arany" nem csak egy sajt; az odaadásának arany standardje. A "rock and roll parádé" nem egy poén; az a lélek hangja.

Ez nem paródia. Ez egy arckép. Egy hangos, őszinte és szeretetteljes hommage egy igazi karakternek, egy hű barátnak és egy olyan embernek, akit szerencsések vagyunk, hogy tízéves korunktól ismerünk.

Ez neked szól, tesó. A kést feléd.

Lepkehájas Arany

RayGem83 is a genre-free creative project blending music and storytelling in German and English. It spans cinematic soundscapes, Christmas music, and children’s songs — always pushing into new ideas. Stay tuned for what’s next.

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"Naturopath by profession, rhythm-maker by passion. Exploring the deep connections between ancestral wisdom, nutrition, and sound. Funk-infused truths, anything from  fermented beets to delicious raw beats, and messages that challenge the norm."

Fleshbeat Factory is a conceptual metal project from Germany. Blending Viking Metal, Metalcore, Electronicore, Dark Country Metal, and Phonk-inspired heaviness, we craft epic, atmospheric soundscapes.

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

New tracks tagged #folkmetal