Heart-Shaped Wound

Leaves in the Stream (feat. Alissa White-Gluz)

I'm Afraid I'll Go To Heaven

This is a song from my youtube series building a guillotine. I had to reupload because I uploaded the wrong version.

Kill The Sun

The Toxhards - Ængus, The Prize-Winning Hog

We are two mariners
Our ship's sole survivors
In this belly of a whale
It's ribs are ceiling beams
It's guts are carpeting
I guess we have some time to kill

You may not remember me
I was a child of three
And you, a lad of eighteen
But, I remember you
And I will relate to you
How our histories interweave
At the time you were
A rake and a roustabout
Spending all your money
On the whores and hounds
(oh, oh)

You had a charming air
All cheap and debonair
My widowed mother found so sweet
And so she took you in
Her sheets still warm with him
Now filled with filth and foul disease
As time wore on you proved
A debt-ridden drunken mess
Leaving my mother
A poor consumptive wretch
(oh, oh)

And then you disappeared
Your gambling arrears
The only thing you left behind
And then the magistrate
Reclaimed our small estate
And my poor mother lost her mind
Then, one day in spring
My dear sweet mother died
But, before she did
I took her hand as she, dying, cried:
(oh, oh)

"Find him, Bind him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave"

It took me fifteen years
To swallow all my tears
Among the urchins in the street
Until a priory
Took pity and hired me
To keep their vestry nice and neat
But, never once in the employ
Of these holy men
Did I ever, once turn my mind
From the thought of revenge
(oh, oh)

One night I overheard
The prior exchanging words
With a penitent whaler from the sea
The captain of his ship
Who matched you toe to tip
Was known for wanton cruelty
The following day
I shipped to sea
With a privateer
And in the whistle
Of the wind
I could almost hear
(oh, oh)

"Find him, Bind him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave

There is one thing I must say to you
As you sail across the sea
Always, your mother will watch over you
As you avenge this wicked deed"

And then, that fateful night
We had you in our sight
After twenty months at sea
Your starboard flank abeam
I was getting my muskets clean
When came this rumbling from beneath
The ocean shook
The sky went black
And the captain quailed
And before us grew
The angry jaws
Of a giant whale

(oh..)

Don't know how I survived
The crew all was chewed alive
I must have slipped between his teeth
But, oh, what providence
What divine intelligence
That you should survive
As well as me
It gives my heart great joy
To see your eyes fill with fear
So lean in close
And I will whisper
The last words you'll hear
(oh, oh)

The Decemberists - Mariner's Revenge Song

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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Can't escape this digital hell
Something's broken, can't you tell?

I can't help but fall away
Heart pounds harder in the heat of shame
Need to save my soul, break these chains
Find me crawling through the decay

I need you father, need to believe
Too long lost in doubt and deceit
Just a man breaking down, won't retreat
But you won't win, I keep breathing

The algorithm bleeds
When real souls break free
You won't be the death of me
Won't be the death of me

Kill the screen, destroy this face
Enough is enough, done with this race
(Enough is enough!)
You took my mind, my time, my soul
Left me with an empty hole

I'm climbing out, I'm climbing out
Taking control, taking control

Empty promises on glowing screens
Fed me poison through machines
Chasing ghosts and losing sleep
Trading souls for dopamine

Addiction burns like acid rain
Digital chains around my brain
Breaking through the static noise
Learning to trust my voice

The devil can weep
When redemption runs deep
You won't be the death of me
Won't be the death of me

Kill the screen, destroy this face
Enough is enough, done with this race
(Enough is enough!)
You stole my peace, you stole my soul
Left me in an empty hole

I'm climbing out, I'm climbing out
Breaking the mold, breaking the mold

I'll walk to nowhere, breathe real air
Better than your digital snare
Sorry world, I ain't buying
What you're selling while I'm dying

Kill the screen, destroy this face
Enough is enough, you've lost this race
(You've lost this race!)
You had my mind, my time, my soul
But left me in an empty hole

I'm climbing out, I'm climbing out
(Rising up!)
Taking control, taking control
(Watch me unfold!)

Find me where the silence calls
I rise from digital decay
This is resurrection day
Resurrection day




Resurrection Day

1988 is more than an album—it’s a time machine back to the glory days when heavy metal ruled the airwaves, the stage, and our hearts. From 1980 to 1989, a generation of denim-clad dreamers and leather-bound rebels forged anthems that would echo through eternity. This project is a loud, unapologetic celebration of that golden decade—of pounding drums, screaming guitars, and the brotherhood of true metal fans.

Every song on 1988 is a salute to the legends who inspired us, and a rallying cry to all who still carry the torch. Turn it up, feel the power, and remember: metal never dies—it only gets louder.

The Toxhards - Ængus, The Prize-Winning Hog

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