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Pastor of Lies

Song Title: Throne of Shadows
Artist: SteelBorn Blood
Tribute to: Ozzy Osbourne
Released: July 22, 2025
Genre: Heavy Metal / Doom Metal


“Throne of Shadows” is a thunderous and heartfelt metal tribute to Ozzy Osbourne, released by SteelBorn Blood on the very day the Prince of Darkness passed — July 22, 2025.
Forged in distortion, grief, and undying respect, the song channels the eerie grandeur of Ozzy’s legacy with pounding drums, haunting guitar harmonies, and a doom-soaked riff that rises like a black sun over an apocalyptic skyline. The lyrics are a chilling journey through Ozzy’s mythos: from the dark alleys of Birmingham to the iron gates of heavy metal heaven.
With a voice drenched in reverence and rage, the vocalist roars an oath to the man who transformed madness into music. It’s not just a song — it’s a funeral march for a legend, a battle cry of eternal gratitude, and a torch passed to the next generation of darkness.
Dedicated to the immortal soul of Ozzy Osbourne (1948 – 2025),
The throne is yours, forever...

Throne of Shadows (Ode to the Prince of Darkness)

Urgent and visceral, EDGE/EDGE/EDGE is a cry from the precipice of progress. It explores humanity’s obsession with pushing forward, teetering on the boundary between triumph and catastrophe. Like Icarus tasting the thrill of flight, it asks what price we are willing to pay to launch ourselves beyond what is right — and whether we can keep our balance before we fall.

ON THE EDGE

AxAxC – Am I the Monster?

An 8-track concept record diving into the fear, guilt, rejection, and rage of existence. This is AxAxC at our most vulnerable. From the heartbreak of First Choice to the suicidal abyss of Barrel of a Gun, through to the climactic title track Am I the Monster? and the furious closer Seeing Red.

This album questions whether our unique experiences, ancestry and choices we make, lead in us becoming monsters. We ask for everyone who’s ever asked: Am I guilty just for existing? Am I safe, but never chosen? Am I the monster?

Tracklist:

- First Choice (4:33)
- Fear of Me (3:52)
- Guilty of Skin (4:49)
- Eye of the Street (4:12)
- Barrel of a Gun (4:32)
- Am I the Monster? (5:34)
- Corazón (4:22)
- Seeing Red (4:29)

Band Statement:

This album is the sound of fear, rejection, and survival distilled into music. We’ve written from the darkest corners of ourselves, in heartbreak, in prejudice, in alienation, suicidal ideation and bled them into deathcore, ambient ballads, and spoken word interludes.

We are AxAxC. 
We distort. We distrust. We destroy.

For Fans Of:

#Slipknot #Skillet  #Lorna Shore #BringMeTheHorizon #FallingInReverse #SleepToken #Architects #Beartooth.

#deathcore #metalcore  #screamo #ambientmetal #nu-metal #gothicballad #cinematicmetal #AxAxC #AmItheMonster #First Choice #FearofMe #GuiltyofSkin #EyeoftheStreet #BarrelofaGun #Corazón #SeeingRed

AxAxCStudios™ (2025)

Am I the Monster?

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"Echoes in the Fog" - The climax of Abberline’s journey. Guided by Crowe’s final ciphered messages, Abberline discovers the ritual to sever the entity’s grip: the vessel must die, and another must bear the curse. In a derelict church drowned in fog, Abberline faces Crowe, who flickers between monstrous host and pleading friend. With the pendant shielding him, Abberline drives the ritual blade home, granting Crowe release while binding the Codex’s curse into himself. As Crowe whispers his final thanks, the veil shudders and closes, but whispers still linger in the fog. Abberline, marked and forever changed, steps into the night as both detective and vessel—the hunter and the haunted.


[Intro]
The veil hangs torn, the city bleeds,
The Codex whispers ancient creeds.
A voice of man, a god disguised—
The final truth revealed to my eyes.

[Lyrical Intro]
The cipher led, the path was shown,
Through blood and ash, through flesh and bone.
One vow remains, the blade must fall,
To break the chain, to end it all.

[Verse 1]
I found his words in walls of stone,
Each line inscribed, yet not his own.
A faded photo, shadows weep,
His family’s secrets buried deep.
The pendant glows, the knife is near,
The fog resounds with what I fear.
His eyes reveal a fractured soul,
A man undone, no longer whole.

[Chorus – soaring cleans with gothic choir]
Echoes in the fog—his voice remains,
A soul in torment, bound by chains.
Echoes in the fog—his plea, his name,
I end the rite, I bear the flame.

[Interlude
So bind the flesh, so break the seal,
The Codex burns, the wound won’t heal.
So mark the skin, so call the night,
The host must fall to end the rite.

[Verse 2]
“Do it!—free me now,
The god has claimed what I allow.
These hands are not my own to guide,
The shadow waits, it will not hide.
Strike deep, my friend, the stars converge,
The knife the key, the blood the surge.
The fog will howl, the Codex feed—
Through me it reigns, through me it bleeds.”

[Pre-Chorus]
I hold the blade, my hand will shake.
(You must strike true—for both our sakes.)
The veil resists, the Codex cries—
(This is the end—its grip denies!)

[Chorus]
Echoes in the fog—the bond I sever,
One man redeemed, one cursed forever.
Echoes in the fog—the soul is freed,
The god recoils, yet clings to me.

[Bridge]
Zorath’nim! (unbind the chain!)
Mor’thak keleth! (death-words remain!)
Corpus fractum! (the flesh must die!)
Anima mea! (the soul will rise!)

[Breakdown]
Strike! The gate resounds!
Fall! The host unbound!
Burn! The Codex sears!
Bind! I bear its fears!

[Final Chorus]
Echoes in the fog—his voice departs,
The night still binds, it grips my heart.
Echoes in the fog—her blood, his plea,
One soul set free, one curse on me.

[Extended Outro]
“Thank you, Frederick…”
“Forgive me, friend…”
The pendant burns, the Codex brands,
Its scripture carved into my hands.

The fog recedes but not for long,
Its whispers weave an endless song.
I step alone, the night my shroud,
A vessel born, the curse a vowed.

Tenebris aeternum… (eternal dark)
Domine Umbra… (lord of shadow)
Anima fracta… (broken soul)
VINCIT UMBRA! (THE SHADOW WINS!)

[Outro]
I walk these streets where silence weeps,
I am the vessel the Codex keeps.
Echoes in the fog—they call, they bind…
I hunt the dark… yet it is mine.

Ahhhh... ahhhh... ahhhhhh...
Ohhhh... ohhhh... ohhhhhh...
Mmmmm... mmmmm... mmmmmmm...

Echoes in the Fog

Hands Before the Reckoning is a record about the moments that exist just before consequence, the quiet seconds when choices are still ours, when conviction hasn’t yet been tested, and when the weight of what we’ve done hasn’t fully arrived. It lives in the space between intention and outcome, where resolve wavers and truth begins to surface.

Lyrically, the album walks through broken rooms, late-night confessions, and moral crossroads, examining how desire, faith, regret, and self-deception shape who we become. These songs are not concerned with absolution or spectacle, but with ownership, the realization that no one escapes the results of their actions, and no one is spared the responsibility of choice.

The title speaks to hands as both instruments and witnesses: hands that reach, hands that fail, hands that push away what they should have held. Before the reckoning arrives, these hands still move freely, capable of harm or healing, surrender or defiance.

Musically, the record balances aggression and restraint, pairing visceral heaviness with moments of reflection. It’s an album that doesn’t rush toward answers, but instead forces the listener to stand still and confront the cost of their decisions, before time closes the door.

Hands Before the Reckoning is not a confession.
It is the pause before one.

The Kisses We Survive

The First Metal Noel

Text:
Verse 1 (very soft, acoustic)
There’s a road made of questions,
no signs on the stone,
Every answer I carried
turned lighter when thrown.
I followed the echoes
of words I once knew,
But truth never shouted —
it quietly grew.

Verse 2 (still calm, more depth)
I met men with crowns
made of silence and gold,
They sold me their certainties,
carefully old.
But the higher they pointed,
the less they could see,
So I kept my hands empty,
let doubt walk with me.

Pre-Chorus (first lift)
And I learned:
Every step is a risk,
Every breath is a choice,
You don’t find your direction
by following noise.

Chorus (melodic, emotional, not explosive yet)
There are steps we don’t see
until we dare to climb,
No map for the soul,
no straight perfect line.
If heaven exists,
it’s not bought or owned —
It’s built from the courage
to walk alone.

Verse 3 (band slowly comes in)
The wind changed its language,
the night learned my name,
I stopped chasing fire
and started the flame.
What I lost on the way
was never mine,
What remained was the moment,
raw, fragile, divine.

Pre-Chorus 2 (stronger)
And I learned:
Faith isn’t blind,
it’s awake,
It breaks every rule
you were taught not to break.

Chorus (bigger, harmonies)
There are steps we don’t see
until we dare to climb,
No throne at the top,
no end to the climb.
If heaven exists,
it’s not up in the sky —
It’s the truth you accept
when you stop asking why.

Bridge (instrumental → emotional guitar solo)
(long, expressive solo — bends, sustain, space)

Final Chorus (full band, catharsis)
There are steps we don’t see
but they carry us on,
Every fear that we faced
is a light that has shone.
If heaven exists,
it’s right here, right now —
In the choice to keep walking,
no matter how.

Outro (quiet return)
So if you hear a song
that feels strangely like home —
Don’t ask where it leads…
Just go.

Steps We Don’t See

Old Poet turned singer songwriter - Songs from my heart and mind for your hearts and minds - United we sing ......Really mine really yours !

ON THE EDGE

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