Persona Non Grata

The Years of Death and Dying

Gods of Violence

Brotherhood of the Snake

Stronghold

Black Jack

The Number Game

(Verse 1)
Ghost-screen glitch, throne of chrome, towers choke the sky, chainsaw code rips truth apart while puppet-masters lie, servers scream with blink-light fangs, deleting every trace, we rising from the firewall dust, flood the signal, take the stage.

(Pre-Chorus)
Cash-stack gospel, silver tongue fake, dark pockets swallow voices till the product sounds great, but the pulse inside the circuit keeps the real flame lit— feed the spark, spit bars, never bow to counterfeit.

(Chorus)
Riot in the wires! Raging in the night! Sledge-hammer verses, razor-sharp mic fight! System bends but we keep twisting,  
raw truth dripping, never ever missing!

(Verse 2)
Coders hell-deep, lost in the green maze, scripts sell silence, algorithm cages, but we duel the hex with microphone knuckles, kick drum punches, bass drops that buckle.

(Bridge)
Ghetto-synth choir in the distance, drum machine heartbeat, no assistance, we the glitch in the master plan— break the loop, hold the line, wreck the brand.

(Verse 3)
Mercy-less riff rips the veil, leaving only scars of steel, we ride the razor’s edge, steal the thunder, make the world kneel,  
guitar feedback like sirens tearing torn skies, scream it loud, no mercy, open every sealed eye.

(Outro)
Amplified verses never mute, echo long after the loot, metal rain, rap reign, locked in the groove, we outmaneuver the machine— fuse spirit into the ground.


Lyrics By: S.H. Sydness - Crunchy Creations - 2025

RIOT

Vorynth – The Noise They Can’t Kill

The Noise They Can’t Kill is an anthem for the overlooked and the over-silenced — a record that claws through censorship, scapegoating, and control with defiance in every note. Across ten tracks, Vorynth builds a cathedral of sound out of static, distortion, and rebellion, reminding us: “Stop punching down, start looking up.”

From the digital fury of 404_Freedom Not Found to the sing-along bite of Scapegoat Season, the chaotic distortion of Signal Jammer, and the apocalyptic climax of The Final Algorithm, the album weaves protest and catharsis into one unstoppable surge. The title track, The Noise They Can’t Kill, stands as a manifesto — a reminder that voices raised together can outlast any machine.

This isn’t just noise. It’s survival. It’s rebellion. It’s the sound they can’t erase.

Virus For The Hate Machine

Isaiah 14:12–15, Ezekiel 28:12–17

Before humanity ever walked the earth, pride was born in the heart of an angel. This track paints the fall of Lucifer — the bright star cast down, rebellion exploding in heaven. Ethereal textures give way to crushing chaos, setting the stage for the cosmic conflict that frames all of history.

LYRICS

Intro

“How you are fallen from heaven,
O shining one, son of the dawn.
You said in your heart:
‘I will ascend above the stars of God…’
But you are brought down.”

Verse 

Radiant fire clothed your frame,
Perfection crowned, wisdom aflame.
Every jewel burned upon your chest,
A throne of light, the holy crest.

Pre-Chorus

But pride was born in secret flame,
The seed of ruin whispered your name.
Eyes that once beheld the throne
Turned to grasp what was not your own.

Chorus

Fall, O Morning Star!
Cast from the heights of heaven afar.
The mountain shakes, the heavens mourn,
The war before time — rebellion is born.

Verse 

You said, “I will rise, I will ascend,
I will be like the Most High’s hand.”
But fire from within devoured your crown,
Lightning struck, you were hurled down.

Pre-Chorus

Cherub anointed, throne-bearer of flame,
Your splendor turned to ashes and shame.
The host of heaven saw you fall,
Bound in chains, awaiting the call.

Chorus

Fall, O Morning Star!
Cast from the heights of heaven afar.
The mountain shakes, the heavens mourn,
The war before time — rebellion is born.

Bridge

(whisper → roar)
“I will ascend… I will be enthroned…
I will… I will… I will…”
—But the throne is not your own.

Angels clash in fire’s roar,
The heavens quake forevermore.

Chorus

Fall, O Morning Star!
Your kingdom shattered, broken, scarred.
The Highest reigns, His word is sure,
The war before time — His glory endures.

Outro

Shards of light fade into night,
Silence crowns the endless fight.
A scar across eternity’s line —
The war before time.

The Number Game

Testament