I don't understand...where is Saint?

Saint is no more, you should've known that by now

I-I don't understand...he should be here!

He's not, all that's left is-

Stygian 

I need to Rage!


I hear them. The voices that gnaw, that slither, that writhe,
serpents in the hollow corridors of my mind.
They chant in the tongue of the damned,
a cacophony of shrieks, of broken things wailing for ruin.

I was a man once. Once.
Now, I am the aftermath of suffering,
the specter of wrath adorned in ruin,
a vessel of vengeance baptized in my own decay.
They chained me. Bound me in the iron of restraint,

wove their laws around my throat like a noose,
whispering of mercy, reason, of temperance.
Yet the fire inside me never faded—
It smoldered. it starved. It raged.

And now, it consumes.

The Mask is no longer a crown—it is a wound,
a gaping maw of endless hunger, feasting upon my soul.
It leeches from the marrow of my suffering,
until I am nothing but blackened ruin, a storm of carnage unrelenting.

I do not wear it. It wears me.
And in its own voice, I hear my own,
I wear my crown 
twisted, unhinged, a wretched hymn of unmaking.
Tear the flesh. Crush the bone. Split the sky.

Oh, how the blood sings when it spills like ink upon the earth and the world 
How the weak grovel when their gods are slain.
How silence follows the thunder of my footsteps—
a silence so profound, so absolute, it drowns the dying screams.

No blade can cut me deeper than I have already been cut.
No wound can humble me, no agony can make me kneel.
I am past suffering. I am past pain.
I am what remains when all else is ash.

I feel the last vestiges of reason unravel,
spilling like sand from grasping fingers.
I let it go. I welcome the abyss.
I become thee abyss.

There is no return. No salvation. No dawn beyond this night.

Only the echoes of slaughter.
Only the requiem of the conquered.
Only the name that will haunt history’s dying breath:

I am Stygian After all
Oh my God I need to calm off 
The top off my head
Or maybe I'll blow it off  instead 
So you can read my brain 
Tear the Flesh. Crush the Bone. Split the Sky.

There is no war to win. No peace to claim.
There is only the path carved by my blade,
Sword of Obscurity 
the weight of my sins, the ruin in my wake.
I am the dirge of the fallen.
I am the herald of Oblivion.

Let the weak cower. Let the strong rise.
Let them challenge what they cannot kill.
For the Mask will remain,
the Sword will hunger,
and Stygian will never be forgotten.

Stygian x6

Tear the Flesh. Crush the Bone. Split the Sky.

Unbound

Retrobots Attack!
Retrobots Attack!
Laser zap and hack,
Retrobots attack!

Retrobots Attack! <|°_°|> <|°_°|> <|°_°|>

Dikel - "Daisy"

On today's show, we discuss the red planet - Mars. We talk about who and what we'd like to bring with us on the hypothetical journey among Martians.

S13 - Special Report - Next Stop: MARS

Here we are for episode 760! In which Hubert opens a bar in Cromitty's laboratory! What a great idea!? We also have a returning special guest; talking about his interest in horror films! Thanks to Toppie Smellie, Jay Y and KR for their help this time! Our next episode, #761 sees Paul and Birthday Twin Andy having another chat about one of their favourite shows! Do join us! Email us at shyyeti@yahoo.co.uk if you have comments - you can even send a sound-file and I'll include it. The music is by Shy Yeti, Muffleyontour, Luca and Udio. Sound effects by Paul C, Freesound Community from Pixabay and Soundbible. Logo by Owen O and Shy Yeti. All content is Copyright Paul Chandler, 2025. Episode 760 was recorded on the 21st December 2024. Cuthbert's lines were recorded between the 14th and the 15th April 2025. Our guest recorded his chats on the 16th November 2024 and the 24th January 2025. Our Sutton Park clips were from episode 1362-1364 which were recorded in on the 4th May 1996.

THE SHY LIFE PODCAST - 760: HUBERT AND THE RETURN OF THE QUEER COVE BAR!

You can view the video for this track here >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xdz8FAnOLo8

Driving To My Grave

All unions have been forbidden. As a final step the expensive workers must be replaced by robots! Deep under the the city a corrupted electronic heart beats.

Android Army [2504]

“Machine-Run World” is a soulful folk-rock ballad by Dr. Elliot Lach that questions the rise of automation in our everyday lives. With thoughtful lyrics and warm acoustic instrumentation, the song reflects on the quiet replacement of human roles—from garbage collectors to bedtime storytellers—by machines that never tire, never question, and never feel. Blending wit with nostalgia, it challenges listeners to consider what’s lost when we trade connection for convenience. The song captures the irony, melancholy, and gentle humor of a world shifting from human hands to robotic arms.

Machine-Run World

Project #3 for Ableton 1 and Slam Academy.

The majority of the sounds were sampled from my 3D printer. Everything else came from stock Ableton samples and presets.

Musicologist & producer
Creative Commons (CC) Free Music
Mad about music

Robot Country Band & Automated Bank Robbers

Continuing to grow and change as a whole and evolve each day. Conflicted with the light and dark. Member of Thy 🔮Guerrilla Records 🔮

https://linktr.ee/stygiansaint

Podcasts developed by the students at AUR (The American University of Rome) for their class COM211 - Intro to Podcast and Vidcast. This is a weekly show with a rotating cast, so each week the students will take part in all the aspects of creating a full studio podcast episode. The students will also be creating a personal Podcast and Vidcast for their Midterm and Final Exams. Stay tuned to the future of AUR and Podcast creation.

🎧 Keep Creation Free 🎧

"Music is freedom. No gates, no guards, no algorithms deciding what’s ‘allowed.’
I make sounds because I can—and you should too. No fancy gear. No industry connects.

This is why I’m here: SoundCloud still feels human. No corporate overlords scrubbing tracks for ‘content violations,’ no paywalls on creativity, no bots shadowbanning your soul.

Spotify? YouTube? TikTok? They’re landlords. This is a squat. Turn it up.

I'm free and so is my music for you. Though I get about a dollar for 400 plays :-)

A home for all things from the world of Shy Yeti... You can find out more about my writing, verse, podcasts and all other areas of yeti insanity at: www.shyyeti.com :)

"Cult of Nihoteph" is my little music project where I experiment with all sorts of electronic music, mostly dark/horror ambient, psy-trance and various techno. My name is Peter Edsbäcker, based in Stockholm, Sweden and the cold wastes of unknown Kadath.

Das Funkhaus Radio Emmerich versteht sich als eine Plattform des kulturellen Miteinanders und als Medium des gesellschaftlichen Diskurses zur Gestaltung von öffentlichem Lebensraum. Unabhängig von Religion, Alter, Geschlecht, Hautfarbe und Fußballverein soll sich jeder einbringen können. Im Sinne dieses inkludierenden Ansatzes schließen wir uns für bestimmte Projekte immer wieder mit Ortsansässigen Vereinen und Gruppierungen zusammen.
Unsere Aktionen und Veranstaltungen sollen in erster Linie Spaß machen, können aber auch das Augenmerk der Öffentlichkeit auf bestimmte Themen lenken.


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