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Rok Nardin - Her Gaze

Sadagain - in darkness i hide

Я хочу каждый твой атом

Rithan U - Que Pasa

Okinxwx, Lxnsy - Overstep

Я хочу каждый твой атом - Remix

Dawn of dusk

HELIQULA & FRXNT Prod - NIGHTRUNNERS

Wild

BORUSH - Black Mamba

“A song born from silence and fever—where faith and madness share a name.
Between breath and breaking, the heart builds its own chapel.”


Between the breath and the breaking, I wake.
The air is heat and hunger,
a pulse that hums beneath the ribs of God.
The room breathes — slow, sentient —
and I feel watched by my own creation.
Every shadow asks my name
and flinches when I answer.

O hollow womb, O listening dark,
you feed on the edges of my sleep.
If this is madness, call it faith,
for I have built a chapel in the ache.
Heavy emptiness, fevered air,
I am the prayer that prays itself.

The ground remembers what I fear to claim.
It tastes of iron, earth, and birth undone.
Something moves — not beast, not god,
but the echo I left behind.
It asks what I believe in now,
and I say: the question itself.
It laughs like thunder folded in silk.

O hollow womb, O listening dark,
you feed on the edges of my sleep.
If this is madness, call it faith,
for I have built a chapel in the ache.
Heavy emptiness, fevered air,
I am the prayer that prays itself.

A hand unseen turns my tarot.
The Fool reversed becomes the key.
Half delusion, half design,
I craft the void to speak through me.
Music—my heresy,
Silence—my god.

Hot breath, close dark,
the rhythm of something unspoken.
I do not flee.
I open.
And the void exhales my name.

Chapel of Ache

Voice of the in-between.
I write from the edges where power, fear, and divinity meet.
Songs are spells—born of loneliness, ancestry, and fire.
I sing for the misunderstood, for the women called too much,
for anyone who’s ever burned just to be seen.

“Even storms need shelter.”

Chapel of Ache

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