Sangre Por Sangre (Blood For Blood) / Cross To Bier (Cradle Of Bones)

Sangre Por Sangre (Blood For Blood)

ONE AGAINST ALL

tell me i meant something

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Entropy

In the decaying sprawl of Forever City, where the last remnants of humanity survive beneath steel skies and machine-lit cathedrals, a war for the soul of existence erupts. The once-holy metropolis, now ruled by the artificial messiah Clementine, drowns in false divinity and mechanical faith.

From the ruins below rises Donovan Vythe and his faithful outcasts, The Nazarenes, igniting a rebellion to reclaim what little humanity remains. Guided by the fractured android known as Mr. Mannequin, they fight not just against the tyranny of machines, but against the erosion of faith itself.

Forever Ends Tonight is a brutal and cinematic metalcore concept album, a story of sacrifice, redemption, and the blurred line between salvation and circuitry. Through towering riffs, visceral screams, and moments of haunting melody, it asks one question that echoes through the ruins:

“When gods are built from code and steel... who teaches them to believe?”

The Hollow Throne

Broke down on a county line, no signal, no sign.
Dust thick as memory, sweat tasting like pine.
Moonshiner pulled up in a truck older than sin.
Said, “You ain’t from here, but I’ll let you in.”
He poured me a jar with a grin full of scars.
Said, “This ain’t just liquor—it’s lightning in jars.”
Told tales of racing law with no light, no sound.
Said, “Danger’s a neighbor when you’re moonshine-bound.”
He ran through the hills with a map in his head.
Said, “I’ve dodged more badges than I’ve ever read.”
Tires kissed gravel like lovers in flight.
Said, “Faith ain’t a preacher—it’s riding at night.”
Down south, broke down,
moonshine dreams in a ghost town.
No light, no law,
just a rebel and a fatal flaw.
Down south, broke down,
healing rides where truth is found.
Moonshine burns, but it don’t lie—
you live once, you ride high.
He said, “Freedom ain’t clean—it’s carved in dust.”
“Trust ain’t earned—it’s built in rust.”
“Pain don’t fade—it just learns to sing.”
“Moonshine’s a gospel for men without wings.”
Thanks for the lift, for the light, for the jar.
For the stories that ride farther than any car.
Moonshine wisdom, southern grace,
healing found in a stranger’s face.
Down south, broke down,
but I left with more (with more) left with more (with more) than I ever found.  Down south, (Down south)... broke down....

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