Devillist Squad - Shadowrunner

After she’s gone, the truth of his feelings hits like fire. Guilt, rage, longing — an uncontrollable storm aimed at someone who can no longer hear.

What We Don't Talk About

Before It Explodes

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Rockin sleigh ride

Another cruel confession. She’s so tired… ready to disappear...

What You Were Never Meant To Hear

🌌 “If You Could See the Way” — Prog Rock • Djent • R&B Fusion

A track about the moments that slip past us and the choices that define what (and who) we hold on to.
Prog rock atmosphere, djent-inspired grooves, and smooth R&B vocals meet in a blend of tension, light, and emotional pull.

This song dives into:
✨ The speed of time and the weight of unspoken truth
✨ The fight between staying and running
✨ The light that breaks through when everything feels heavy
✨ The question we all face: do you stay for love, or walk away?

Lyrics explore vulnerability, conflict, and clarity—layered over textured guitars, dynamic rhythms, and soulful melodies.

If you vibe with artists like Sleep Token, The Contortionist, The Weeknd, Polyphia, or Loathe, this track sits right in that world.

Press play, close your eyes, and see the way.

If you could see the way

She gives him back his soul, but he refuses to keep it. Choosing sacrifice over possession, he offers his darkness so she can remain in light.

The Gift

I was already breaking,
Long ere thou lent thy wings.
I wore my silence as a warning,
Yet still thou stepp’dst into the sting.
Thou held’st the sky above me
When I did beg to disappear,
Thou wrapp’dst thy hands about my falling,
Knowing I might ne’er abide here.

I know not how to be thine “always”,
I scarce do know how to be “now”.
Yet in thine eyes I saw a promise
I cannot keep, nor dare allow.

So I shall leave thee with a scar
Thou shalt remember me by.
Not faery‑tale, nor gilded promise,
But proof that once I was alive.
When thou shalt doubt ‘twixt real and written,
When all thy worlds in mist demur —
Touch the place where it yet acheth,
And thou’lt know I once was there.

Thou call’st it saving — I call it breathing
For but one borrowed day the more.
I walk’d a little past the edge,
For thou didst stand within my door.
I’ll not pretend I now am healèd,
I still do shake, in twain and torn,
Yet thy voice became the shelter
Where my last decision’s born.

I cannot be the home thou seekest,
I am hallway, not a door.
Yet thou gav’st me back my heartbeat —
I know not what it serveth for.

So I shall leave thee with a scar
Thou shalt remember me by.
No faery‑tale, no sworn‑for ever,
But proof that once I was alive.
When thou shalt doubt ‘twixt flesh and fiction,
When parchment‑dreams feel all too safe —
Run thy fingers through the hurting,
Thou’lt recall my living face.

I thank thee for thy wings,
For every sky thou didst uphold.
Yet I am not thine ending,
Nor tale in gentle binding told.
I’ll walk away still broken,
Yet this time I choose the ground.
And if it rend thy hands wide open,
’Tis ‘cause thou caught’st me falling down.

I cannot stay… yet I remain
In the mark beneath thy skin.
Each time thou fall’st to fondest fiction,
Thou’lt remember where I’ve been.

I am the scar thou tracest in the dark
When thou dost question what is true.
Not happy‑ever‑after’s promise —
But the bruise I left in you.
When thy paper worlds call softly,
And thou’rt tempted to dissolve —
Feel the pain I carv’d by leaving —
That’s the proof thou canst revolve.

I was shatter’d, I was leaving,
Yet thou didst hold me for a while.
Take this fracture as my thank‑thee,
Take this wound in place of “mine”.
I cannot bide to be thy haven…
Yet if it hurts — then thou’rt alive.

By The Scar Thou Shalt Remember Me

Fare Thee Well

Lyrics ✨

You're the goddess of the night
It's why I fell in love with you
Oh, you showed me how to fight
A lone wolf with nothin' to lose

I'm your king and you're my queen
You'll make a monster out of me
Your serpent tongue will set me free
And in the end, you'll watch me bleed

My Lilith
My Lilith
My Lilith
My Lilith

Oh, you'll drag me down to Hell
You got me under your spell
You're not the type to kiss and tell
And for you, I'll ring the death knell

You're my goddess of the night
The dark angel in my life
And it's for you I sacrifice
I'll shed blood and pay the price

My Lilith
My Lilith
My Lilith
My Lilith

My Lilith

A dark dive into addiction — you know this poison is slowly killing you, but it’s the only thing that makes you feel alive.

You're Worth The Pain

Lyrics ✨

I stitched my hope into a ghost,
fed him light from my own veins.
Didn’t see the quiet hunger
in the spaces he never claimed.
He was a flicker in the rafters,
I was the fire holding still—
burning soft for a shadow
that never meant to stay real.

But I tasted truth in the smoke,
that bitter-sweet clean break…
Magic hurts when it wakes you,
but gods, it knows what to take.

So I cut the cord with a whisper,
let the spell break under my feet.
Feel the ash fall off my heartbeat—
I’m finally breathing in my own heat.
No more phantoms on my altar,
no more hunger dressed as fate.
I rise in the ruins I crafted—
there’s power in choosing the gate.

He wandered in like a winter,
soft frost on a summer mind.
I let him write on my pulse
with hands never meant to bind.
But truth is a wicked mirror—
it shows what we couldn’t see:
he was never mine to conjure,
and I am too wild to kneel.

Let the embers tell the story,
I won’t rewrite what’s gone.
Even broken spells have beauty—
they teach you how to be strong.

So I cut the cord with a whisper,
let the spell break under my feet.
Feel the ash fall off my heartbeat—
I’m finally breathing in my own heat.
No more phantoms on my altar,
no more hunger dressed as fate.
I rise in the ruins I crafted—
and choose the witch I create.

I don’t curse him.
I don’t crave him.
I don’t carry his design.
I just gather every fragment
of the girl he couldn’t define.
And I bless her with a future
where her fire answers her name—
where no shadow gets to taste her
unless she lets him taste the flame.

So I cut the cord with a whisper,
let the past fall off like night.
I walk out draped in my own power—
a witch reborn in light.
No more phantoms on my altar,
no more bargains with the ache.
I rise from the ashes I shattered…
and I am my own heartbreak.

Saint of My Own Ruins

The Black Quill is a musical duet of Dmitry Kolganov and Mira Shadranis — a dark fantasy writer and his muse. It’s a dialogue between pain and understanding, between the one who creates and the one who inspires.
Each album is a story. Each song — a confession torn from silence; what we don’t talk about.
The sound balances between dark ambient, brutal deathcore, cinematic score and depressive ballad, creating a sonic world where the soul stands face to face with itself.