Slaughter To Prevail - Baba Yaga (-1.6 тональность)

"Fear of Failure" captures the paralyzing grip of self-doubt and stagnation, addressing the internal battle between comfort and the courage to embrace change. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the mental toll caused by staying in a safe but unfulfilling place, juxtaposed with the longing to break free and pursue dreams. The repetition of "fighting for air" reflects the suffocating nature of fear, while the song’s turning point—stepping through the open door—symbolizes liberation and the exhilarating yet daunting embrace of the unknown. With its raw emotional core and uplifting conclusion, the track inspires listeners to confront their fears and take risks, reminding them that growth often requires letting go of what feels safe.

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There’s open doors
But never leaving
Years spent chasing
What we don’t believe

Afraid to start again
To let it all go
Fear of losing the comfort
Of what we think we know
What we think we know

Yet nothing changes
When we stay
Depression sets in
Our minds decay

Wrought with tension
Sense of despair
Hearts are pounding
We are fighting for air
We’re fighting for air

Fighting for air

We hold these dreams
But we keep them small
Afraid that trying
Just might end it all

Afraid that trying
Just might end it all

Take a step through that open door
Feel that sudden rush into the unknown

Shed our fear of failure
Shed our fear of failure
Shed our fear of failure
Shed our fear of failure

Volume Two

Fear of Failure

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my heroin (numb w/o ur pain)

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Lyrics:
I'm not the one you'd like to find when you take a look inside
You been afraid of what its like; Become the one that you've despised
Buried alive, dug your own grave, sacrificed; Dying in vein
The divine sorrow and shame left a trail of destruction and pain

i took a trip down by the tomb
old man pearson payed me a visit 'round noon
he rose out the grave and we had a few brews
told me who I could save and who I could shoot
said that he couldn't stay, I've gots a mission to do
and when I gets it done we're moving onto phase 2
grew close to the old man, though I know that he's dead
and long before I knew it, Pearson became my friend to the end

vile visionary
I talk to the dead
vile visionary
it's not all in your head
x2

your body will be forgotten in the pits with the maggots; rotting
you're alive and growing nauseous
say your prayers, cause God is watching

i see trouble coming over the hill
i sense that they may be coming to kill
cryptid chaos coming closer
wicked pagan seance composer
 
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Vilephile is a concept-driven metal band rooted in horror, mythology, and the grotesque decay of the American Midwest. Emerging from the haunted remnants of an 18th-century hog farm in rural Illinois, the band constructs a dark universe of sound and story. Each member is a cryptid entity—once part of the land or its history, now resurrected into flesh through the twisted magic of a farm witch named Vile Lynn. Musically, Vilephile merges the downtuned weight of Black Sabbath with the chaos and aggression of Slipknot, the theatrical violence of GWAR, and the industrial pulse of Rob Zombie. Drawing influence from bands like System of a Down, Megadeth, Hatebreed, Pantera, I Set My Friends On Fire, The Bunny The Bear, Mudvayne, Mushroomhead, Alice in Chains, Modest Mouse, My Chemical Romance and even Insane Clown Posse, the band weaves together metalcore riffs, groove metal rhythms, and eerie synth-driven textures to create something both heavy and hallucinatory. Stevie Vile’s vocal performance is a brutal blend of deep, gravel-coated growls and shrieking, high-intensity screams along with twangy southern style of singing similar to Primus. His lows carry the weight and grit found in early Megadeth and Rob Zombie, delivering a raw, almost feral tone that feels carved from rust and bone. In stark contrast, his high-pitched screams slice through the mix with the unrelenting intensity of Nirvana, Knocked Loose, Flagman, The Chariot and the trap-metal artist Bruxism, adding a layer of panic and volatility. The result is a voice that feels both grounded in tradition and violently unhinged—an essential force behind Vilephile’s chaotic, horror-laced sound.

Old Man Pearson

Acid Black

My current metal release, enjoy lil Joker's

Angel's Lament

Russian Grizzly in America (GUITAR PLAYTHROUGH)

From 2005 - 2025, we celebrate this re-release of Frenzy's first EP. Heavy music - play it LOUD!

Lyrics

Wealth consumed by great intimidation,
Infected in a false prophecy,
Your fables have tricked the others,
Not me!

Religion of cons wanting to sign
Mutilated soul lost on the line
Religion disguised the ethical practice
Of white collared fraud, centre of God’s axis

Lives stole at deaths discretion
Wealth consumed by Calvinist spirits
No compassion or love from God,
Only concerned with rising profits.

Religion of cons wanting to sign
Mutilated soul lost on the line
Religion disguised the ethical practice
Of white collared fraud, centre of God’s axis

Fool, God wants your money!

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[Verse]
Whispers in the ground deep deep down
Shadows crawl they wear the crown
Manes speaks through the cracks in stone
No home no throne just bones alone

[Prechorus]
Do you hear it hear it now
Calling calling from the bough

[Chorus]
Echoes of Manes rise rise rise
Through the soil through the skies
Lost but watching with hollow eyes
Echoes of Manes rise rise rise

[Verse 2]
Roots tangle tight like fingers grasp
Every step a weight a tether a clasp
Blood-fed earth holds the ancient grief
Manes in the dark like a fallen leaf

[Prechorus]
Do you feel it feel it near
Breathing breathing ancient fear

[Chorus]
Echoes of Manes rise rise rise
Through the soil through the skies
Lost but watching with hollow eyes
Echoes of Manes rise rise rise

Echoes of Manes

Ongoing, personal music project created, recorded, and mixed in a humble home studio. 

"The God Gene" is a concept centered on humanity's connection (or lack thereof) physically and spiritually (though not necessarily religiously). 

Think of "God" in the sense of an unexplainable metaphysical force that connects us to everything within existence (whether we are aware of it or not). 

Think of "Gene" as the physical boundaries we find ourselves within, during this particular existence, at this specific time. 

"The God Gene" can also symbolize the confusing (and often violent) existential crisis we collectively find ourselves in.