the riffs .... and the vocals are excellent .

My Kingdom Come

Time has its end
You know this can’t go on
Don’t ask me again
It’s not enough to be strong

I’ve only played a role
Of a clown in a circus ring
The audience has been blind
They’re all I got to cling

My will be done
My kingdom come
Time has its end
And it’s just begun

Let go of my mind
Let my spirit fly
Time has its end
And it screams good-bye

I’ve played my part
And you’ve played yours
Let’s exit the stage 
Thru the open doors

I now see it all
Just the way it’s meant to be
Don’t ask me again
It’s not enough to be free

Let go of my mind
Let my spirit fly
Time has its end
And it screams good-bye

Jimmy D - drums
Tora - bass
Mikey P - vocal, guitars


My Kingdom Come

I had a dream, and I wrote this song not to forget it. 

Technical highlights: hand played bass, slightly odd riff on chorus (15/2) & some extra psychedelia.

Pic & sounds taken with my phone during a recent experience which could help me understand the dream, maybe…

Letra  /  Lyrics:

NÍMOR (No sé dónde estoy)  /  NÍMOR (I don’t know where I am)

Entré en la sala sin hacer ruido,  /  I entered the room making no noise,
los pocos que vi eran desconocidos,  /  the few ones I saw were strangers,
busqué una cama que estuviera libre y dormí.  /  I looked for a spare bed and slept.

Al día siguiente no encontré mi sitio,   /  The following day I didn’t find my place,
todo estaba lleno de desconocidos,  /  the whole room was full of strangers,
me di la vuelta para salir y te vi.  /  I turned around to leave and I saw you.

Nímor, no sé dónde estoy...  /  Nímor, I don’t know where I am...
Nímor, no sé quién eres…  /  Nímor, I don’t know who you are …

La cama de al lado estaba vacía,  /  The bed at your side was empty,
y me preguntaste si la quería,  /  and you asked if I wanted it,
la quise y pronto nos hicimos amigos,  /  I did and soon we became friends,
desconocidos.  /  strangers.

Nímor, no sé dónde estoy...  /  Nímor, I don’t know where I am...
Nímor, no sé quién eres…  /  Nímor, I don’t know who you are …
Nímor, no sé qué pasa…  /  Nímor, I don’t know what’s going on...
Nímor, no sé dónde estoy...  /  Nímor, I don’t know where I am...

Te pregunté “¿cómo se llama este sitio?”  /  I asked you "what’s the name of this place?"
y me contestaste que estaba contigo,  /  and you answered that I was with you,
y sin darme cuenta te quise mucho y dormí.  /  and unconsciously I loved you so and slept.

Ahora del sueño ya me he despertado,  /  Now from the dream I’ve already woken,
tu nombre lamento no haber preguntado,  /  your name I regret not having asked,
te llamaré como el sitio en que te conocí.  /  I’ll call you like the place where I met you.

Nímor (…)  /  Nímor (…)

ER27HC06 ©1995 ®2015

Honorable broadcast (34:47 - 40.00): http://jeffhickmott.podomatic.com/entry/2015-09-18T05_02_20-07_00

Nota para el oyente español: ninguna influencia de Chiquito de la Calzada en el título; lo pongo tal como lo soñé y punto.

NÍMOR (No sé dónde estoy)

Many people have many pasts, and I'm sure there are things that are painful and still drag on today. I think those things, including fun things, make up people's world and universe. Sometimes we daydream about them and feel them, but when we come back to ourselves, what emotions do we feel? Thanks for your interest in my music. And you are a good person for reading here :)

universe of the mind

Into the Abyss (2025) – Calling out fake friends
At some point in life, we all come across fake friends, who pretend to care and drag you into the abyss. The lyrics channel the raw frustration of being used, betrayed and misled. "Into The Abyss" is a cathartic scream for justice, a metalcore song that pulls no punches, when it comes to calling out toxic people.

Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, lyrics, screams, synthesizer, programming, production
Thomas Utzel: composition, synthesizer
Daniel Hiatt: vocals, guitars, lead guitar

Where to find us:
https://soundcloud.com/nadinedemacedo
https://soundcloud.com/dshiatt

Into the Abyss

Into the Abyss (feat. Daniel Hiatt)

Sticks and stones they crack the air
Splinters flying everywhere
But words they cut like jagged glass
Shards of venom dressed in sass

She whispers sharp she bites the night
A tongue of fire no end in sight

Sticks and stones might bruise your bones
But her words they carve through thrones
Venom in her tone sting in her spit
Every syllable a dagger hit

Sticks and stones .mp3

WELL IT IS HEAVEN  IN PARADISE
PASTIS AT SEVEN EN TERRASSE
AN ANGEL IS PASSING SUR LE TROTTOIR D’EN FACE
LIFE WAS A BLESSING IN DISGUISE

YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY
IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY
NOW YOU’RE IN HEAVEN IN PARADISE

HEY HAVE A MANGO IT’S ON THE HOUSE
DANCE A FANDANGO WITH MICKEY MOUSE
NEVER SAY NEVER DIEU EST DANS LA PLACE
SILENCE ET FERVEUR UN ANGE PASSE

YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY
IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY
NOW YOU’RE IN HEAVEN IN PARADISE

IT IS HEAVEN IN PARADISE
PASTIS AT SEVEN ABOVE THE STARS
NEVER SAY NEVER YOU NEVER KNOW
ALWAYS IS OVER YOU HAD TO GO 

YOU’VE COME A LONG WAY
IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY
NOW YOU’RE IN HEAVEN IN PARADISE

YOU HAD THE WORST YOU HAD THE BEST
AND NOW YOU GET ETERNAL REST
AT LAST
RELAX RELAX RELAX…

HEAVEN IN PARADISE (Lyrics)

Behind Walls Of Silence

I received a pair of 'Happy Socks' as a birthday present. This inspired me to write this fun song.

Words & Music: Graham Williams
Vocals, guitars & bass: Graham Williams
Drums: Cubase

'Happy Socks' is a registered trademark.

I bought some happy socks and I put them on my feet,
I started dancing round to the rhythm and the beat,
Of happy socks, hap hap hap happy socks, happy socks, happy socks,
I put another pair on the bedroom chair,
I'm so lucky that I got another pair,
Of happy socks, hap hap hap happy socks, happy socks, happy socks,
They may be wearing out, with a hole in every toe,
But I'm never gonna let my happy socks go,
My happy socks, hap hap hap happy socks, happy socks, happy socks,
My happy socks, hap hap hap happy socks, happy socks, happy socks,
With a pair of these, you've got the socks that really rock,
You can dance all day like you're never gonna stop,
With happy socks, hap hap hap happy socks, happy socks, happy socks,
With a pair of these, you've got the socks that really rock,
You can dance all day like you're never gonna stop,
With happy socks, happy socks, happy socks,
Happy socks, happy socks, happy socks,

Happy Socks

BlunDeRRstruck.WhOle loTTa DozIE

SERPENT OF THE NINTH AEON

In lunar ash I carve the name
Of gods devoured by the dawn
A crimson pulse beneath the soil
Wakes the throne of Babylon

From iron seas the shadows rise
On wings of dust and sulphur breath
The serpent coils around the void
A crown of famine, oath, and death

Serpent of the Ninth Aeon—
Unseal the tomb of flame
Where the starless blood is singing
And the dead recall my name

By rams’ horns split the temple stones
Let the marrow feed the rite
Torch the hymn of mortal years
And drown their hours in the night

Seven mirrors crack as one
Their shards reflect the Black Sun’s glare
Through the rift the eidolons
Speak in tongues of winter air

Serpent of the Ninth Aeon—
Ascend from chasms deep
Bind your coil to my shadow
In the folds where angels weep

In obsidian winds I wander
Through the maze of elder breath
Where prophets gnaw the roots of time
And kingdoms bloom in death
Final Invocation

Oh venom-crowned eternal flame
Consume the flesh of dawn again
Let the night enthroned forever stand
With my blood upon your hand

All lyrics and music by Revenant Temple (2025)

REVENANT TEMPLE - SERPENT OF THE NINTH AEON

Skeumorph Plauge – Norsk Blackmetal Epistel 667

Album­beskrivning

"Norsk Blackmetal Epistel 667" är ett skoningslöst manifest från Skeumorph Plauge – ett projekt som tar den klassiska nordiska blackmetalen och driver den ännu längre in i det okända, mot gränsen där verkligheten börjar brinna och kyrkans skuggor får eget liv.

Albumet är som en förbjuden predikan framförd i en övergiven träkyrka, där ögonen i himlavalvet vakar över lyssnaren. Varje spår är som en epistel, en förvriden skrift av mörker, vansinne och andlig kollaps. Här finns inga kompromisser, inga ljusglimtar – bara rå, iskall atmosfär, raspig ondskefull sång och djupa, rituella riff.

Låtlistan är ett helvetiskt kapitel för kapitel:

"Svarta Madame" öppnar albumet med en okult viskning som exploderar i blackmetal-raseri.

"Dozer för Död" rullar fram som en begravningsmaskin i natten.

"Guds Makt i Mörkrets Natt" är en blasfemisk hymn som slår hål på alla illusioner om frälsning.

"Svartfluff" — en lurigt mörk, nästan grotesk tolkning av det absurda i det onda.

"Mörk Förstörelse" bryter ner allt i sin väg med dissonans och eld.

"Galen Läkare" introducerar vansinnet: ritualistiska riff, skrik direkt från asylets väggar.

"Ljusets Mörker" inverterar allt hopp som finns kvar.

"Tätnande Dimmor" är iskall norsk atmosfär i sin renaste form.

"Xtrimus Sinister" – teknik, kaos och demonisk precision.

"Norges Mörka Natt" är ett crescendo av frost och helig profanering.

"Ondskans Bullfest" avslutar albumet i ett destruktivt virvelhav av aggressivitet och extas.

Detta är inte ett album – det är en förbannelse.
En svartmetallisk epistel skriven med tjära, blod och förvrängd nordisk mytologi.

Ondskans Bullfest

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