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It starts out sounding like a horror movie and then turns into a really cool metal song. Love the guitar playing in the song.

Spooky season has begun! These piano chords at the beginning are haunting.

Autumn 2025 Support List - Volume II

From the album ‘Trust No Leaders’ by The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara. Released July 1, 2022. 

// Count the Dead
The events of 2020-21 have exposed the fragility of our global systems and the flawed foundations on which modern societies and economies are built. ‘Count the Dead’ brings attention to complex issues concerning the value of human life. The song draws attention to the social and economic injustices that plague society, and the violent health inequalities that have been further exacerbated by the global pandemic, which has now claimed more than 4 million lives worldwide.    

Continuing the themes addressed in ‘Love in the Time of Pestilence’, ‘Count the Dead’ is the second instalment of songs addressing the ongoing pandemic and global crisis. At a time when the world appears to be more divided than ever before, discourse has never been more important, and urgent.

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🎵  Lyrics 🎵 

The human race has been living in fear for years 
No one to trust, who do we blame 
Millions have died because their leaders gambled with lives 
Who are they to decide who lives and who dies 

They put wealth, over our health  
They count us dead, while we are alive 
They let bodies pile, then feed us lies 

Here,  
Don’t lie 
Don’t waste my time 

The culling of man 
The great divide 
Priority to the rich  
The poor die like flies  

Thrive and despise 
No more love for those demised 
You count the dead before they die 
You prosper on fucking lies 

A great chasm has formed within our societies 
A story of two nations, rich and poor 
Rising inequality and injustice 
The worst of human nature, amplified 
  
You let the masses congregate   
Knowing thousands will die  
You gamble with lives, ignore the science  
Your policy has cost thousands of lives  
You look away, as the bodies pile high  
You count us dead, while we are alive  
Count the dead, before they die  

Thrive and despise  
No more love for those demised  
You count the dead before they die  
You prosper on fucking lies  

Thrive and despise  
No more love for those demised  
You count the dead before they die  
You prosper on fucking lies  

Here,   
Don’t lie  
Don’t waste my time  

Now is time for the human race to rise up  
Our leaders have fed us lies for far too long  
What humanity needs is a great reset  
Find ways to harmonise, not polarise  

Follow no leader  
But leave no one behind


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Alison Theme [ Orchestral ]

Übermensch

Afraid For Love (maxter)

“Secreta” — Latin for “secret” or “secrets” — takes its name and text from a lesser-known part of the traditional Roman Catholic Mass: a quiet prayer, spoken in a low voice by the priest at the end of the Offertory. On this album, the prayer becomes something more personal and disquieting — a whispered plea for one's enemies, delivered from a soul suspended between forgiveness and fragmentation.

Set to a short liturgical text drawn from the Roman Missal, the piece explores the spiritual paradox of wishing well upon those who have wounded us. That fragile state — where faith confronts betrayal — is captured in the song’s shifting musical language. An eerie orchestral introduction sets the tone, enveloping the listener in unease, before giving way to rhythms that echo the rhythmical asymmetry of Balkan dances. The unconventional time signature distorts any sense of calm, as if the soul itself is reeling.

“Secreta“ is both prayer and disorientation — a sacred ritual filtered through the lens of human vulnerability.

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SECRETA

Oblatis, quaesumus, Domine, placare muneribus: 
et nos ab inimicis nostris clementer eripe.

(We beg You, O Lord, be appeased by these sacrificial offerings: 
and mercifully snatch us away from our enemies.)

Horror Sacri

Secreta

У моря есть волны
У солнца есть свет
Есть я у тебя у меня тебя нет
Ты смотришь в окно чтоб увидеть опять
Те странные мысли, не потерять

Пройдёт серой тучей и ляжет в песок
А мне бы приблизиться на волосок
К тому, что мерцает и может спасти
Того, что не вижу но есть впереди

Не зная что будет
Не видя, что есть
Мы сделаем шаг, но останемся здесь
Под небом курчавым расправим слова
И заиграют стихов кружева

Тот шаг, что надеждою стоит согреть
И для чего так хотелось бы петь
Шагнуть бы его, или что то понять
Те странные мысли мне не унять

Пр.
Помню свет в окне
Зелёной комнаты
Вижу, мальчик на ковре
Играет в кубики

/// google translate

The sea has waves
The sun has light
You have me, I don't have you
You look out the window to see again
Those strange thoughts, not to lose

Will pass as a gray cloud and lie in the sand
And I would like to come a hair closer
To that which shimmers and can save
That which I do not see but is ahead

Not knowing what will be
Not seeing what is
We will take a step, but will remain here
Under the curly sky we will straighten the words
And the lace of poetry will play

That step that is worth warming with hope
And why would I so like to sing
I would like to step it, or understand something
Those strange thoughts I cannot calm

Сhorus
I remember the light in the window
of the green room
I see a boy on the carpet
Playing with cubes

Странные мысли

Странные мысли / Strange thoughts

Dancing a Lifetime - De Wereld Een Dansfeest - Arthur van Schendel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mnEhibd-qw4

Cellar Aged Wines

Dance On The Waterfront

The Final Wave

Amsterdam – Studio Session
Sophie’s voice carries the weight of this song in a raw and intimate studio performance.
This take captures a darker, more layered side of Amsterdam, while the Unplugged Session let her vocals stand fragile and exposed.

Discover the contrast between the two:
👉 Amsterdam (Unplugged) – YouTube 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HcUeHLDa484

Two faces of the same song, Sophie’s voice at its most vulnerable, and at its most intense.

Produced by EileenNoise
Vocals Sophie

[Verse]
I board the night with a heavy stare
A one-way ticket to the misty air
The city's calling
Its whispers low
Through shadowed alleys
Where secrets grow

[Chorus]
Amsterdam
Your ghosts ignite
Beneath the bridges
A velvet night
The canals shimmer
A haunting tune
Under the watch of a blood-red moon

[Verse 2]
Cobblestones echo with tales untold
A foggy shroud
A story bold
Lanterns flicker
The past alive
In this dark dance
Shadows thrive

[Bridge]
The wind it howls
It sings my name
A foreign rhythm
A wicked game
I lose myself in your ancient haze
Through endless nights
Through twisted maze

[Chorus]
Amsterdam
Your ghosts ignite
Beneath the bridges
A velvet night
The canals shimmer
A haunting tune
Under the watch of a blood-red moon

[Verse 3]
I feel the pulse of your hidden core
A labyrinth heart I can't ignore
Through every turn
Your spirit feeds
On the dreams of those it needs

Amsterdam (Studio session Sophie vocals)

The printer coughs again
black smoke of bureaucracy
Paper jam number seventy-three
a graveyard of half-born memos
It whines like it's dying
but only when you need it most

Coffee machine blinking red
"Water tank missing"
No-it's right there
but the machine has decided
to unionize with the printer
We brew despair instead

Error 404: sanity not found
Temperature swings from tundra to kiln
balance is myth
comfort is folklore
On average, perfectly fine
in hell's statistics

The air vents choose violence at noon
hurling frost into spreadsheets
then molten wind into email chains
I shed layers like an onion
until only deadlines remain

We dream of revolutions
but the fire alarm
tests itself at random
reminding us rebellion
requires fresh batteries

Error 404: humanity not found
Restart, reboot, the wheel goes round
Error 404: courage can't be found
Look away fast, don't make a sound

Update complete
Nothing has changed

Error 404: Sanity Not Found

[Verse 1]
Rise up
Stars align across the night sky
Whispers of ancient hands weave patterns, secrets folding into cosmic light
Flowing circles, spirals, and chords; knowledge hidden in stone, echoing the heavens, through time’s endless thread

[Chorus]
Stand tall
Silent voices call through shadow
Carved in temples, towers, and arches, echoes rising from forgotten ground
Freedom’s fire and chains of control, factions clashing unseen, guiding destiny, veiled in myth and flame

[Verse 2]
Look deep
Symbols in the glass of oceans
Frequencies rising, waves of memory, shadows drifting through the strands of time
DNA coils, mirrored in stars, woven in fractal lines, mapping out the order of heaven and earth

[Chorus]
Stand tall
Silent voices call through shadow
Carved in temples, towers, and arches, echoes rising from forgotten ground
Freedom’s fire and chains of control, factions clashing unseen, guiding destiny, veiled in myth and flame

[Bridge]
Break free
Encoded light still guides the seekers
Through forgotten paths of silence, stone, and fire; mysteries that never fade away
Ancient battles, carried within, knowledge suppressed and freed, spiraling forever through cycles of dawn

[Chorus]
Rise now
Truth awakens in the shadows
Through the fractures, voices of ages, carried on the breath of time to come
Freedom burning, carried by stars, written in endless code, singing through the heart of creation itself

Silent Architects

A high-voltage rock anthem loaded with 80s rock revival energy, big guitars, and a massive chorus. Rhythm Call blends glam metal swagger with modern rock production to deliver a pure KickA$$ rock experience. If you love guitar-heavy anthems and explosive riffs, this one hits hard.
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Invisible Threads

LYRICS:

Won’t leave 
Till my knuckles 
Bloody 

I wanna tell a story 
Lets go make it gory 

Wrist slit blood spills
All white pills

Ima fucxing disappointment 
See if I care

I got blood 
Under my nails 
Cause I don’t fight fair 

We out in the dark 
Its not to safe 
You better leave here

Room full of people 
I don’t connect 
With not a dam one 

Is everyone staring 
Or it it just my paranoia 

Snakes inside my circle 
Watch me cut their heads 
Off

I don’t know 
What’s going on 
Inside my temple

She older then me 
She wanna see 
What im good for 

Baby im empty
Don’t got a heart
Don’t try find it

Smokin’ while I move
Im living life 
On auto pilot 

Ghost mask 
Big blade 
Lets make scream 8

Halloween everyday 
Big smile
Large fangs 

She gon steal 
My blood today 
 (Repeats)


ALL FOR ONE (prod.sickboi)

It's True, It's True

Halena Morbida is the product of a middle age crisis. It is not about a particular genre, it's about the joy of creating music.

I use Ableton Live 11, Ibanez GIO electric guitar, Harley Benton electric bass guitar, HB acoustic guitar and acoustic bass guitar, Boss ME-80 processor, bongos, tambourine, cajon, and a bunch of different kinds of flutes.
 I am not a musician, I just fool around, while learning how to play my instruments. 
The artwork for the tracks is AI generated and the titles are chosen mostly using the method of free association.
Thank you for listening to my crap! 
Have a nice life while you still have it!

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.”

Secreta

Darkwave

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