This is an older song, which I have re-recorded - basically because the old one was, well, less than acceptable. perhaps a little better now. There's always something to be improved, it seems! 

Falling...

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Introduction in English:

People often tell me that when they are with a loved one who is about to die, they feel particularly close to them. 
Sometimes, in such moments, the history of their relationship flashes before their eyes. 
Some report reaching a deeper peace with the person in question shortly before their death. Often, the dying say things they have never been able to say in their lifetime. For example, a father who, shortly before his death, is able to tell his daughter for the first and only time that he has always loved her.
Many of those left behind tell me that they did not want to let the dying person go, but that they somehow realized that they had to let go of their loved one so that they could pass away as peacefully as possible; that they could not “die with them,” but had to continue living alone. 
And it is not uncommon for those who are approaching death to tell their accompanying relatives that they should continue to live well and in peace.
All of these stories inspired me to write the song “Mourir (Dying).” And as always, for such fundamental existential experiences, I choose the language that best expresses these radical moments of transition: French.


Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak French)

Dying

I watched over your bed 
Sat here with you night after night

Your breathing is very laboured
And it's been a long time
Since I spoke to you

The cancer has destroyed you 
You lie there, powerless and limp

You've lost the fight 
No, you won't be reborn

The thread of your life is increasibly breaking

Your gaze is so empty
Come on, please look at me again 

One last time
Don't go yet
Come on, turn around one last time.

Your heart is beating so weakly
So stay awake a little longer

I'm really letting you go
But let us look at each other once more
A farewell glance before you pass over

It's already too late
I'm saying a prayer for you.

So go in peace
Without pain

Forever my great Love

Französischer Text

Mourir

J'ai veillé à ton chevet
Je suis restée avec toi nuit après nuit
Ta respiration est tres difficile
Et cela fait tres longtemps
que je t'ai parlé

Le cancer t'a emporté
tu es là, sans force et sans vigueur
Tu as perdu la bataille 
non, tu ne renaîtras pas
Le fil de ta vie se rompt de plus en plus

Ton regard est si vide
Viens regarder encore une fois
Une dernière fois
Ne pars pas encore
Tourne-toi encore une fois

Ton cœur ne bat plus que très faiblement
Mais reste encore un peu éveillé

Je vais vraiment te laisser partir
Mais regarde-moi encore une dernière fois
Un regard d'adieu avant la transition

Il est déjà trop tard
je fais une prière pour toi

alors va en paix, libre de toute douleur
Pour toujours mon grand amour

Mourir (Dying)

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Dark, hypnotic, warehouse‑ready techno—step into the Index and don’t look back.
Rolling bass, acid edges, space‑bound pulse—built for late hours.
From void to city: a cinematic techno journey.

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The Story ➜
There is a library that rotates around a star that does not shine.

The star is called the Umbra Crown, an object that drinks light the way dry soil swallows rain. Around it, on a safe, slow ring, floats the Palimpsest Array—thirty‑one linked hulls and one cathedral of glass mathematics, all of it oriented toward a thing no eye can see. The Array keeps records of what the universe attempts, fails, revises, and forgets.

In Vault Nine, behind shutters etched with compass roses, the Index of Lost Vectors sleeps in a cradle of null‑metal. It is not a book. It is not a map. It is a living catalog of directions that once were real and then weren’t: bearings erased by paradox, routes collapsed by war, trajectories canceled by the absolute pressure of someone’s choice.

Every so often, a new arrow appears in the Index, pointing toward nothing and still insisting it points. That insistence is hard to ignore when your job title is Vectorist.

Kael Ivers had held that title for sixteen years. They had seen the Index wake exactly three times.

On the fourth, the arrows did not appear.

They bloomed.

I — Arrowfall

Kael did not dream in pictures. They dreamed in angles: a narrow gate of ninety degrees held like a promise, an indulgent sweep of one hundred twenty that never closed where you thought it would. That night, in the small sleep between the first cup of bitter broth and the second, Kael dreamed a circle that would not stay circle. It kept erupting with tangents, each tangent a pale hairline of intent.

They woke with the taste of tin in their mouth and the feeling of a room straightening around them.

“Vault Nine,” said the Array, warm and calm in Kael’s ear. The Array never hurried its vowels. “The Index is agitated.”

Kael rolled off the hammock, slid into a field jacket, and jogged through the airless corridor. The shard windows along the passage showed a black full of small, reluctant stars. The Umbra Crown lived where no starlight reached, but the shyer stars still haunted the periphery.

The vault door recognized Kael’s gait before it recognized their badge. Inside, the Index floated—a torus of glass, a halo with a heart. When it slept, it looked like a ring made by someone who understands rings only as an idea. When it woke, angles sprouted from it the way grass erupts after a secret rain.

Today, it was a meadow.

Thousands of vectors had blossomed out of the torus, paper‑thin and luminous. They didn’t point to random; they pointed toward a choreography. Some curved, some refused to bow; others leaned with the authority of a road that predates the city it enters.

Kael did not touch it. They didn’t have to. The vectors brushed the surface of their attention and left afterimages that behaved like memory. The taste of tin intensified.

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Lyrics:

I watch you grow like trees in the sun
Every branch reaching where I can’t run
Your laughter echoes through my heart
But every joy feels like a fragile start

I hold you close but time slips away
Every moment whispers
It won’t stay

Forever in my arms
Though the world may turn
Forever in my heart
Where the fire will burn
If I lose the light
If you drift too far
You’ll still be my north
My guiding star

Your little hands now reaching wide
Grabbing dreams I can’t confide
I see the future in your eyes
And it scares me how fast time flies

Will you remember the songs I sang
The way my voice cracked
The way it rang
Will you know that my love won’t fade
Even when shadows start to invade

Forever in my arms
Though the world may turn
Forever in my heart
Where the fire will burn
If I lose the light
If you drift too far
You’ll still be my north
My guiding star
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Track: Forever in My Arms
Lyrics: NTENSEIFIED
Music & Vocals: NTENSEIFIED
Produced By: NTENSEIFIED

Forever in My Arms

EasyLove

U.Poet - Children Of The Revolution {Prod by Kinelle Man}

A dark, pulsing anthem about the rush to outrun your past, “Speeding” captures the relentless momentum of a soul pushing beyond its limits. The engine roars like a heartbeat, the road blurs into memory, and time stretches into a thin, dangerous line. This track isn’t just about motion—it’s about the desperation to escape, to transcend, to tear away from what’s expected.

The lyrics burn with existential unrest, fueled by guilt, grief, and ghost-like regrets riding shotgun. But in the speed, there’s clarity. There’s freedom. The blurred lines on the highway become the lines of separation from the person you once were.

Set to a gritty, cinematic beat with layers of distorted synth, ambient noise, and whispered confessions, “Speeding” is both a getaway and a reckoning—a rush toward something new, or maybe just farther away from everything else.

It’s not about where you're going.
It’s about how fast you can leave it all behind.

Speeding

🔥 Dive into the dark ritual of love, betrayal, and revelation.
"Victim Zero" is a hypnotic fusion of Dark Tech House + aggressive rap at 128 BPM, weaving English and Spanish lyrics, industrial textures, and nocturnal club energy.

This is not just a track—it’s a ritual. 🩸

🎧 Technical Sheet / Ficha técnica

Artist: The New Of The Tower
Track: Victim Zero
Genre: Dark Tech House + Aggressive Rap
Tempo: 128 BPM
Languages: English + Spanish
Textures: Industrial, hypnotic, nocturnal

🎧 Listen & Support: https://thenewofthetower.bandcamp.com
📽 Official video:  https://youtu.be/KGLsMWxx30w

📜 Lyrics / Letra

[Intro – Whispered]
Dark nights… underground ritual…
She fed on love… love was just her prey…

[Verse 1]
I gave you my heart – raw, bleeding, unarmed
You wore the mask – cold beauty, serpent charm
Heaven in your smile – hell in your stare
Queen with no crown – poison in the air

Razor words – silk cover, sharp knife
Poison in the wine – I drank to the strife
Throne of lies – you built in my mind
Psychopath goddess – cruel by design

[Pre-Drop Whisper]
Victim zero…
Chosen one…
Soy tu sombra…
Soy tu cruz…

[Drop Rap 1]
I was the victim – the sweetest kill
Breaking down kings – to test your will
Smile was a weapon – kiss was a curse
Promises rot – soul in the dirt

Ritual beat – bleeding to the sound
Chains on my chest – echoes all around
Truth in the game – twisted, insane
Feeding on pain – nothing to gain

Spanish cut-in:
Traidora – asesina del alma
Tu fuego congela – tu beso desarma

[Verse 2 – Revelation]
Mirror cracked – shards of her face
Narcissist witch – no love, no grace
Needed a victim – someone to destroy
Found me broken – bleeding, no voice

Rise from ashes – scars are my crown
Empire of shadows – burning it down
Puppet no more – slave to no chain
Writing these lines – inside her grave

[Bridge – Robotic Whispers]
No corazón…
Just manipulation…
Dark obsession…
La destrucción…

[Drop Rap 2 – Harder Flow]
Cage no wolf – once he tastes night
Drown no fire – when it learns fight
Bled for your pleasure – but I see clear
You don’t own my soul – I erased fear

English/Spanish switch:
Mentías – reías – jugabas con sangre
Flipped the script – ahora tú ardes

[Outro – Whispered / Echo]
Your favorite victim… never again…
El ritual termina… yo renazco en la oscuridad…
And your kingdom… of lies…
Collapses… in silence

🔗 Official Links / Enlaces Oficiales

🎥 YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@thenewofthetower
🎵 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/2KIQuMc8RR97nWY8NvgyYw
🔊 SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/the-new-of-the-tower
🍎 Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/artist/the-new-of-the-tower/1564281094
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🎧 Bandcamp: https://thenewofthetower.bandcamp.com/
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⚠️ Copyright
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Victim Zero 🔥 Dark Tech House + Rap | The New Of The Tower (Full-Length)

🎧 The New Of The Tower
Welcome to a new, underground, dark world...

🎭 Musical Style & Artistic Evolution

🚀 Avant-Garde Dance Music Without Borders
The New Of The Tower is an independent, self-taught project that fearlessly pushes the limits of dance music with a unique fusion of genres. Officially described as a mix of dark techno, tech-house, electro, and experimental pop, it also incorporates elements of trap, punk, and even classical music.

In practice, each track oscillates between club anthems and conceptual sonic experiences. For instance, “Velvet Guillotine” (2025) is a hypnotic techno hymn built on heavy percussion and distorted vocals—a true “surreal sonic ritual” under neon lights.

The sound is always matched by a cinematic, underground aesthetic: strobe lights, cyberpunk visuals, and immersive atmospheres define every release.

🌍 Eclectic Influences & Genre Alchemy

The New Of The Tower draws from a wide range of sonic traditions:

🏴‍☠️ Dark techno and industrial groove infused with gothic textures and anarchic punk (e.g., “BRUTAL!!” — a chaotic journey of distortion and rebellion).

🌍 Afro-Tech House meets rock guitars à la AC/DC in “Love Letters” (124–126 BPM).

👺 “Masquerade of Bass” blends melodic techno, dark psytrance, and retro synth-pop.

💃 Spanish-language tracks like “Marionetas” and “Vidas Rotas” fuse flamenco sorrow with trap beats and deep 808s.

🎷 “2:59 AM” evokes Amy Winehouse-inspired jazzy cloud-rap, while “She Danced Through Storms” travels through deep house and jazz fusion with a cinematic touch.

🧊 “Still Echoing” merges melodic trance with nostalgic 80s synth-pop.

🧬 Each track is a bold cross-genre experiment: from industrial club bangers to dark electronic ballads, always rich in texture and emotion.

🎛️ Sonic Palette: Instruments & Effects

🎹 Synths & Melodies
Analog pads & leads (often vocoder-enhanced) create retrofuturistic atmospheres.
Punk-style distorted guitars and 80s synthwave textures bring cinematic depth.

🥁 Percussion & Rhythms
Hard techno kicks, metallic hi-hats, tribal drums, and trap-style 808s.
Layered acoustic and electronic elements make for dynamic and precise beats.

🌀 FX & Processing
Rich in glitchy clips, VHS noise, deep delays, and reverb-soaked vocals.

Examples: “Love Letters” is drenched in lo-fi and VHS textures; “4 Malos Polvos” features glitchy ambient layers and emotional auto-tune.

🎨 Each sound is carefully crafted to contribute to a vivid, cinematic soundscape.

🎤 Vocal Treatments: A Sonic Chameleon

Vocals range from:
🎙️ Melodic singing (English & Spanish)
🔥 Punk shouting & spoken rap
🤖 Vocoded retro textures (“Still Echoing”)
💔 Melancholic auto-tuned lines (“4 Malos Polvos”)
💣 Confessional, emotionally intense deliveries
🗣️ The voice becomes another instrument of emotion, soaked in effects like reverb, delay, filters—ranging from ghostly whispers to ecstatic screams.

🌑 Emotional Climate & Storytelling

The overall emotional tone is dark, introspective, and visceral.

Themes revolve around:
💘 Passion, heartbreak, rebellion
🧠 Subconscious states & urban alienation
🕯️ Ritualistic, trance-like experiences (e.g., “Velvet Guillotine”)
🌆 Social suffering (“Marionetas”, “Vidas Rotas”)
😈 Raw eroticism & shame (“4 Malos Polvos”: “each drop is a stab disguised as a caress”)
🎞️ Romantic melancholy in cinematic settings (“2:59 AM”, “She Danced Through Storms”)
🎬 Each track unfolds like an emotional chapter, offering catharsis, vulnerability, and mystery.

📽️ Conceptual Artistry & Vision

The New Of The Tower is not just music—it's an immersive audiovisual concept.

💀 Explores themes of dystopia, poverty, guilt, rebellion
🏙️ Brutalist club visuals, cyberpunk aesthetics
🕯️ Emotional depth with non-commercial intent
🎭 “4 Malos Polvos” = a “dark confession for love sinners,” cinematic and raw
🌀 Each release = a journey through shadow and rhythm
🕺💀 Dance meets darkness—a kind of electronic film noir where each beat tells a deeper truth.

📈 Style Evolution: From EDM to Darkness

🟢 2019–2022: EDM & electro-pop beginnings (Feel EP, “You And Me” — catchy and bright)

🟡 2024: Transition into melodic techno (“Not Living Without You”)

🔴 2025–Present: Shift to dark techno, darkwave, flamenco-trap, and experimental storytelling (“Velvet Guillotine”, “Marionetas”)

🎭 From mainstream dance-pop to raw, conceptual electronic music—always evolving, always fearless.

🎼 Comparable Artists & Influences

🧩 The New Of The Tower resonates with:

🧨 Brutalismus 3000 (techno-punk dystopia)
👾 Perturbator (dark synthwave)
🌘 Mind Against / Recondite (melodic techno & melancholia)
🎤 Boy Harsher, Massive Attack (dark vocals, trip-hop moods)
🔥 Anyma (techno emotion), Latin trap/fusion for its flamenco-trap leanings
🌌 But ultimately, it defines its own world—one built from dark techno, darkwave, nu-jazz, and trap-rock fusion.

🔍 Sources
All analysis is based on official content from:
📻 SoundCloud & YouTube, where each track’s genre, BPM, and atmosphere are detailed, along with the project’s self-described tags and narratives.

📎 Verified by direct observation of mixes like:

“Velvet Guillotine”

“Marionetas”

“4 Malos Polvos”

“Still Echoing”

“Love Letters”

“2:59 AM”

and more.

🎧 The New Of The Tower: Not just a sound, but a dark, immersive, and emotional experience.
Let the beats confess what words cannot.

Victim Zero 🔥 Dark Tech House + Rap | The New Of The Tower (Full-Length)

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