Upon Loss Singles

Deep in the Willow

Feeding The Meatgrinder

I struck the match, watched my whole past collapse,
Empty pages in my diary, memories redact.
Everybody ghosted, but that’s on me and what I lack.
Fam cut ties, bridges burned, massive cracks.
Don’t fuckin’ ask, I’m drowning, lungs collapse.
My life is a body bag, zipped up, only black.

-Chorus-
Face the devil with this dagger; eyes locked, fitna clash.
He attacks, ribs cracked, heart bleedin’, deep gash ->
Counter attack, I stab back, make it rain; bloodbath.
Fuckin’ mid, motherfucker. Gut pierced. Got him down. Bad.
Bro slashes, breathin’ fire. Scarred up. Won’t heal back.
On one knee, bleedin’ out. High key, run up on ’em fast.
Fitna pass out but I cut deep, make his fuckin’ lungs collapse.
We charge for the final blow. 
This is my comeback!


They had my burial, no funeral. In the depths, my life began.
Now I’m a thousand miles away, I thought I had motion.
Leaky life raft, rough waters, deep ocean.
Holy fuck! Man overboard! 
Fuck that shit I’m drownin’!
Save me from these waves, can’t fight ’em, Newton’s Law wins.
Fever dreams, many options, don’t know what’s important.
So many fucking options, still searching for ambition.
Locked out on this splintered terrace, I’m fitna jump, free fallin’.
So deep underwater, no one can hear me no more.
Straight fucked in this bitch...
Lost the war.
Bruh, it’s like I don’t know who I am anymore!

Lost my soul, left it rotting on the seafloor.


Is anybody there? Does anybody care?
Long for the days when the one you love stays there.

-Chorus-
Face the devil with this dagger; eyes locked, fitna clash.
He attacks, ribs cracked, heart bleedin’, deep gash.
Counter attack, I stab back, make it rain; bloodbath.
Fuckin’ mid, motherfucker. Gut pierced. 
Got him down. Bad.
Bro slashes, breathin’ fire. Scarred up. Won’t hold back.



Empty home, empty pride, and hollow inside.
Every choice I made felt like slow suicide.
Bodies on the floor but it’s me crucified,
Fever dreams bled red, nowhere left to hide,
Knee deep in the shit. No one left. Can’t confide.
My name forgotten. My presence denied.
Kept tellin’ myself: “From this, you’ll never survive.”
Watch me flip tha script. Though I’m barely alive!

Is anybody there? Does anybody care?
Long for the days when the one you love stays there.

Is anybody there? Does anybody care?
Long for the days when the one you love stays there.

-Chorus-
Face the devil with this dagger; eyes locked, fitna clash.
He attacks, ribs cracked, heart bleedin’ 
Don't go.
Blade in this hand
This the final draw.
Push past my limits. Time to end it. Strike true! I collapse, but made the fucker fall!
I get up and stumble forward. Nothing can stop me any more.
Yet as I walk this new path, I wonder if these trials mean "us", at all!

THIS IS MY COMEBACK!

Bet, I've walked through fire.
Stood out in the rain.
And I've been reminded.
That I have everything to gain.

So let me tell you what's up.
I persevered through the pain.
If you hit rock bottom. 
Find something you love.
And you'll be repaid.
Find the things you love.
You'll never fall again.

THIS IS MY FUCKING COMBACK!
ONLY MYSELF IN MY WAY!
AND IF ANY TRIES TO STOP ME,
THEY WILL CURSE THAT DAY!

I WILL FUCK THEM UP!

This Is My Comeback?

Fiat Lux is one of our experimental Black Metal albums that never actually got released.
Back in the pandemic days, we had way too much time on our hands — so we made music, wrote lyrics, and recorded a bunch of stuff we’re now slowly bringing to life.

This one’s really close to our hearts. A good friend of ours, Nero, got stuck in Switzerland during lockdown and couldn’t make it back to Italy — so he ended up jumping in, co-writing a few tracks, and doing all the Italian vocals.

Massive thanks to you, Nero. This album wouldn’t exist without you.

Oh — and Fiat Lux is now exclusively available on SoundCloud!
We’re dropping it as a little gift to our community, followers, and all the new listeners discovering NeON dEVIL for the first time.

A Song About Myself

The Plot In You