The Storming
Pages In Clouds 2025

The wind has stilled, the sky won’t breathe,
The light retreats behind the trees.
I see the black tide start to swell—
It whispers like a funeral bell.

No prayer will stop what’s on its way…
So I kneel and let it take my name.

The darkness is coming!
The darkness is coming!
Brace your soul — feel it drum!
Suffer the storming! Bleed til it’s done!
THE DARKNESS IS COMING!
And I won't run!

Clouds like knives and thunder’s grin,
Tearing peace from bone and skin.
I don’t beg, I don’t believe—
I bare my chest and grit my teeth.

Let the winds split open my frame…
Let the rain erase my name…
Let the sky scream straight through me…
I was born for this agony.

The darkness is coming!
The darkness is coming!
Let it crash — let it break!
Let it drown all I fake!
The darkness is coming…
The storming will take…
EVERYTHING.

The sky has opened.
I feel no fear.
I close my eyes…
And let it tear.

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The Storming - played on BBC Radio 1  Introducing Rock with Alyx Holcombe

MADARA · endless dream

When the Silence Bled

"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.

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Ohhhh... ohhhh... ohhhhhh...
Mmmmm... mmmmm... mmmmmmm...

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PROPAGANDA

Unrelinquished is more than a band—it is survival carved into sound. Born from the ashes of unbearable loss, betrayal, and trauma, Unrelinquished embodies the refusal to let go of truth, memory, and identity. Fronted by songwriter and vocalist Mark, the project channels grief, rage, and love into a raw fusion of griefcore, metalcore, and myth-inspired storytelling.
Every song is an exorcism of pain: the death of Mark’s twin brother, the scars of adoption, the weight of abandonment, the chaos of addiction, and the haunting guilt of survival. Yet threaded through the heaviness is resilience—a voice that refuses silence, a fire that will not die, a phoenix that keeps rising even when its wings are scorched.
Unrelinquished is not polished for the mainstream. It is brutal honesty. It is myth and memory colliding. It is grief made eternal through music. This is not just art—it is a declaration: I will not be relinquished.

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