Electric guitar lead sounds like a lot of fun🔥

nice drums. wish u the best. amazing rock music

This didn't start like metal but it's hardd tho no cap

I love everything about that track: the mood, the arrangements, the transitions, each instruments played beautifully, the guitars duet, the powerful sound of the drum, the singer’s angelic voice, etc…The production is top notch, everything is clear. Congrats!

ja man ! bang your head to dis ! great music !

This is a song about forgiveness. 

Years ago a friend's father had died. He was deeply upset because he couldn't bring himself to respect his father saying that he'd failed as a father. It was clear that he did not believe that his father had done his best. I said 'maybe not, but he probably did the best he knew how". That phrase made a difference to my friend and, perhaps, allowed him to look at his father in a different way. It stuck with me ever since.

This is also my story and possibly every parent's story. We all fail to some extent. We all could have done better and wish we had. But we all did what we knew to do. We can only hope that it was enough.

Verse 1:
We started talking about nothing at all
we shared a bit of something and I started to fall
A little bit in love I guess I answered a call
Made her more than a friend

So we got married in a rush of youth
Feeling so free, playing fast and loose
I always meant well you know that's the truth
But I stuffed it up in the end

Chorus:
Wish I could say that I did my best
But it's simply not true
I could have done a whole lot better
If I'd known what to do
I did as much as who I was at the time would allow
I'd like to think that whatever I did I did the best that I knew how

Verse 2:
We brought you home your mum and me
You entered our house turned two into three
So I went to work thought my job was to be
Bringing home big buckets of security

Who knew back then what a father should be
Who knew what a little boy or girl might need
I learned too late what I needed to see
More than anything you needed more of me.

Chorus:
Wish I could say that I did my best
But it's simply not true
I could have done a whole lot better
If I'd known what to do
I did as much as who I was at the time would allow
I'd like to think that whatever I did I did the best that I knew how

Bridge (omitted from this version):
That's not to say that I didn't try
That's all I ever did and that's no lie
If I didn't live up to the standards I had
I never thought that I was doing all that bad
The only life I've known has been in my own skin
I've never been the man I wish I'd been

Chorus:
Wish I could say that I did my best
But it's simply not true
I could have done a whole lot better
If I'd known what to do
I did as much as who I was at the time would allow
I'd like to think that whatever I did I did the best that I knew how
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The Best

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The Alchemist

“Messiah of Shrinking Shores” unfolds like a sorrowful parable — the story of a soul who gave everything, only to be abandoned by both Heaven and Earth. Written in poetic form years ago, the lyrics speak in third person, echoing the voice of someone who once carried the burdens of others, now discarded, worn down, and left with nothing but silence. “The ashtray of God” — a chilling metaphor for spiritual obsolescence — captures the depth of his disillusionment, culminating in the heartbreaking surrender: “Let me sink into the flood.”

This song gives voice to that universal moment when we feel used up, overlooked, and forgotten — when the world no longer sees us as valuable, only convenient. Hungarian vocalist Fati Urbán lends her angelic, haunting tone to these emotions, adding an ethereal fragility that elevates the pain into something strangely beautiful.

Though the song carries the atmosphere of gothic and doom influences, it never settles into one mood. Progressive metal elements weave through its structure — the intro and outro riffs pulse with complex time signatures, and the chorus rides on staccato rhythms that resist collapse. It's both a lament and a protest; a farewell and a final cry for meaning.

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MESSIAH OF SHRINKING SHORES

He clung with nails of wood so tight,
Scratching the fresco-black of night.
Obscured he wrote a gospel’s rhyme, 
Ashtray of God, clandestine grime.

All that he saw, all fails did stay,
No skyey dew would fall his way,
breathing desert dust-eating life,
rotten finger-flesh, he played a strife.

If he was saved, he tore his crown,
blood-stained tears fall, like storm pour down,
showing his fake gloriole,
he will baptize you, he will bury.

And as he climbed the western sky,
the stars within themselves did die,
"Embrace me now, and take my blood” 
said “Let me sink into the flood."

Horror Sacri

Messiah of Shrinking Shores

Eileen

When every war is lost
And every hatred spent
Some folks will throw a ball
And some will boo
With nothing left to feel & do

Hep hep-hep!

Don't start assumin'
What makes us human

Huh huh-huh
Chet-chet
Hey-ey-ye pom

When I was a child
I did believe, I did believe
In Socrates
And all the Greeks who said that
We could all be good

I sat and smiled
As teachers taught we were the greatest
Fought the hardest
Just to win back
A tiny fraction of what used to be ours

It's understood
The meek & mild must toughen up
When something greater is at stake
A martyr acts
when lemmings leave

No wreaths for cowards!
It took the dying of a world to make it clear
A Holy War rings 
The gold in someone's purse

We did some bad things
But soandso did so much worse...

When every tribe is lost
And all the money spent
Some folks will drown in song
And some will jeer
With no-one left to kill in fear

Hep hep-hep!

Got caught presumin'
What makes us human

Huh huh-huh hek
Chet-chet
Hey-ey-ye pom

I'm still that child
But many reasons and excuses later
I just try to keep afloat without
Kicking my neighbor down

And failing bad
Do I blame the strings that have us tangled
When the strings were made by
Drowners like myself?

What if it's something we can't help?

What Makes Us Human?

You Gave me Butterflies

Guitar Gods

Nelly

Frozen Memory

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J'aime j'aime j'aime

Darkwave is my experimental music project built on the backbone of old-school metal riffs, with an outlook to a wide variety of musical scenes. Despite its intimate connections with progressive – and even thrash – metal, the musical dynamics I try to accomplish in Darkwave often deviates from the classical concept of the genre (e.g. the catching tempo generated by tight rhythmicity), and incorporates elements with significantly different tonal and emotional characteristics, ranging from thrash, power, doom or symphonic metal themes to electronic, classical or even jazz elements.

Such a diverse mixture of different styles is seldom intentional, but rather a mixture of instinctual and intentional elements reflecting the character of the composer and the impact of influences shaping the songwriting process. Balancing on the razor-sharp edge between these domains of human consciousness, I think it’s always revealing to indentify the composer’s primary influences to understand the core philosophy behind the final product. Despite their essential innervation with thrash metal, my main influences come from somewhere far beyond, from the distant realms of hard rock, NWOBHM (New Wave of British Heavy Metal), and – in certain extent – from classical (or even gregorian) music. I see it as some kind of an evolutionary process: first it was the intensity, then the complexity of the music that grabbed my attention and put a significant emphasis on my way of looking at all things music. Regarding the metal frontrunners, the complexity of the Shermann-Denner duo’s guitarwork as well as the dark, monumental, epic atmosphere of Tony Iommi‘s musical skyscrapers clearly shaped my personal attitude to music. Still, the artistic genius of the late Jon Lord (who aimed at building bridges between “old” and “new”, traditional and modern) was that characteristical influence that put its almost deterministic mark on my musical taste and creations. I started to listen to bands that somehow unite various territories of the world of music: it felt amazing to listen to Mekong Delta’s Suite for Group and Orchestra or the jazz-metal fusions by Atheist until the point that I could finally identify a third essential element besides intensity and complexity: the gloomy, epic, emotional (sometimes sad) and monumental atmosphere: something that I could find so often not only in music, but also in my favorite books and poems. And this is that exact point, where the intentional and instinctual motifs become somewhat indistinguishable from each other, and form a distinct entity of thoughts, feelings, desires and aims that might be characterized as my personal attitude to music, art – and in general, life.

It’s not that hard to grip the essence of that attitude. I tend to agree with G. K. Chesterton‘s paradoxical jeremiad from 1905 on the loss of universals (“…we are more and more to discuss details in art, politics, literature… Everything matters — except everything.“) and accept that it’s always the core philosophy behind art (or “everything“…) that we must understand, if we ever want to grab the creator’s personality that is mirrored in the final product. The secondary details in composition, performance or production are merely consequences of this primary attitude or basic approach behind the creative process. My primary aim with Darkwave has always been (and will ever be) nothing else but to formulate, express and transmit feelings and thoughts without words, while constantly realizing that there exists nothing more suitable to facilitate this communication between human souls than music itself.

“When words fail, music speaks.”

Messiah of Shrinking Shores

Darkwave

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