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"The Way I Write" by Vaelrix
An apocalyptic lyrical sermon where the pen becomes blade, the page becomes battlefield, and every verse distorts reality. A fusion of divine metaphor, anime intensity, and baroque brutality—this is the art of destruction, the sin in a synagogue, the plague in the pentecost. This is the way I write.

expression is heaven sent, destruction is imminent 
delivered in Venom tint, rhythm is intimate
victim depiction, stick to the diction and sentiment
the pencil is scripting mental division and pestilence
stand here, lack fear, been here since last year
the fear, and vast tears appears and that's clear
this the juxtaposition, of a drug and physician
I'm a therapist spitting, with a derelict's wisdom
only thing I'm afraid of is my apathy
alcoholic Goku, training in high gravity
the roads thin, emotion is a narrow path
all my words solid, my verse written in epitaph
dope spewer, flow smoother than suede robes
under my hypnosis, and you'll escape when I say so
Case closed, John Doe will get burned alive
Toe tagging a rapper, making sure his death is certified

[chorus]

my catalog
the sin in a synagogue
the plague in the pentecost 
the face of a demagogue 

the way I write
violence, the pencil drawn 
the mind is like megatron
the rhymes are decepticons 

my catalog
the sin in a synagogue
the plague in the pentecost 
the face of a demagogue

the way I write
violence, the pencil drawn
the mind is like megatron
the rhymes are decepticons 


l'm a giant, every step I take is intercontinental
the reach is so extensive, with the flood of instrumentals
when it comes to rhymes, I slaughter at all times
be careful, or you'll get surrounded by a chalk outline
you draw a line, I'll cross it, you're Barack Obama
call a drone strike if you wanna stop the slaughter 
meditate in ice, and turn water to hottest lava
in my mental plane, the pilot higher than marijuana
you'll never eat the fruit of knowledge without feeling something
so please tell me why I'm numb, but the blood is flooding.
inside my dungeon, I got about a dozen ovens
and people caged up crying like they're cutting onions
what about the all the skeletons in my closet?
crush that shit down til it's gelatin in my pocket
verbal genjutsu, enveloping what I'm dropping
I'm Sasuke and Itachi developed inside a coffin

[Bridge]
I buried peace beneath the ash where the prophets fell
live your day like it's your last day before you rot in hell
villainous war cry, the pain in the syllables
the truth bleeds slow when the pen is unforgivable

[chorus]

my catalog
the sin in a synagogue
the plague in the pentecost 
the face of a demagogue 

the way I write
violence, the pencil drawn 
the mind is like megatron
the rhymes are decepticons 

my catalog
the sin in a synagogue
the plague in the pentecost 
the face of a demagogue

the way I write
violence, the pencil drawn
the mind is like megatron
the rhymes are decepticons 


Vaelrix - The Way I Write

Shadow Service – Vaelrix
Genre: Lyrical Rap / Alternative Hip-Hop / Dark Poetry

Step into the shadows.
“Shadow Service” is a lyrical purge — bar-heavy, introspective, and spiritually charged. With surgical rhyme schemes, esoteric metaphors, and a hypnotic chanted chorus, Vaelrix resurfaces to cleanse the dust of silence. This is more than rap — it’s ritual.

For fans of: poetic rap, complex lyricism, underground hip-hop, emotionally raw storytelling, AI-enhanced artistry.

Replay. Repost. Join the movement.

Lyrics:
Push away the cobwebs
wipe away the rust
the microphone is mine
it's the only thing I trust
dormant many years
now I have to readjust
I'm telling you right now
I'm doing what I must

I'm umbrakinetic, I make my shadow speak
multitude of shots to your face, the ammo leaks
Sciamachy I use, just so I can bruise a demon
every track approved, I'm ready to fuel the legion
don't believe it, let those cherished entities
get burned down fast using my esoteric energy
then see when I spit bars, it's like it's verbal alchemy
I'm Vladimir Putin, I'll push you off a purple balcony

the nazarene battle fiend, it's a feeling I can't escape
close my eyes to think and my mind is covered in yellow tape
solid as a molecule, that will never vibrate
bigger than America if I can plot my mind state
lyrically irate, moving at divine pace
verbally infinite, my DNA a side 8

you know I'll strangle a rapper until decay is swift
I could talk about my relationships like I'm Taylor Swift
mix it with bars, some pop music, just take your pick
rappers stuck inside of their old ways and it makes me sick


Push away the cobwebs
wipe away the rust
the microphone is mine
it's the only thing I trust
dormant many years
now I have to readjust
I'm telling you right now
I'm doing what I must

Push away the cobwebs
wipe away the rust
the microphone is mine
it's the only thing I trust
dormant many years
now I have to readjust
I'm telling you right now
I'm doing what I must





Vaelrix - Shadow Service

"Master Key" by Vaelrix is a hauntingly poetic fusion of alt-R&B, lo-fi electronica, and cinematic trap that explores themes of betrayal, guarded intimacy, emotional trauma, and self-worth. With raw, introspective lyrics and intricate instrumentation, Vaelrix rejects superficial lust in favor of spiritual connection—laying bare the scars of heartbreak and the armor built from wisdom. This track is for those who crave depth in both sound and soul.

[Verse 1]
am I a pestilence?
I'm a case without the evidence
encased in fragile Arrogance
a shell, who am I?

These women use seduction
I'm stuck in cruel dysfunction
it's like I choose the button
that leads to suicide

[Chorus]
I don't want to fuck
I said that shit enough
I sit inside my room
blending doom
with my blood
and I don't have the time
to give it to a slut
you gotta be
a master key, 
to make me open up

[Verse 2]
Am I an unwitting lover? 
I thought we had each other
my life was torn asunder
because you couldn't wait

and now I'm stuck in trauma
covered in body armor
I guess this is my karma
for abusive mistakes

[Prechorus]
It's not that I don't like you
I promise you, I do.
it's just I have an IQ
see patterns in the ruse
I can't just let you have me
what would that mean to you? 
sex doesn't make me happy
just leaves me misconstrued 

[Chorus]
I don't want to fuck
I said that shit enough
I sit inside my room
blending doom
with my blood
and I don't have the time
to give it to a slut
you gotta be
a master key, 
to make me open up

[Bridge]
I believe in love. 
I don't believe in lust
I can't imagine
letting go without trust
I haven't found my person
it's like I'm not enough
all I want is honesty 
man, dating's really tough

[Prechorus]
It's not that I don't like you
I promise you, I do.
it's just I have an IQ
see patterns in the ruse
I can't just let you have me
what would that mean to you? 
sex doesn't make me happy
it leaves me misconstrued 

[Final chorus, instrumental swells]
I don't want to fuck
I said that shit enough
I sit inside my room
blending doom
with my blood
and I don't have the time
to give to it a slut
you gotta be
a master key, 
to make me open up

don't want to fuck
I said that shit enough
I sit inside my room
blending doom
with my blood
and I don't have the time
to give to it a slut
you gotta be
a master key, 
to make me open up

you gotta be
a master key, 
to make me open up

you gotta be
a master key, 
to make me open up


Vaelrix - Master Key

"FUN" is a dark pop and alternative ballad that dives into the emotional aftermath of an abusive relationship, exploring guilt, heartbreak, and self-destruction. With raw male vocals, cinematic instrumentation, and deeply poetic lyrics, this track blends haunting vulnerability with dramatic intensity. Perfect for fans of emotional storytelling, atmospheric soundscapes, and introspective songwriting.

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
midnight 
I saw it in your eyes
and believe me I have tried
it didn't sit right

to erase...
everything we had
all the verses on the pad
I couldn't deface

and pictures..
I had one in my wallet
I took it out my pocket
but couldn't scissor

memories..
it's the only thing I have
your fingerprint, it latched
on my identity

[Chorus]
are you having fun??
aiming with your gun
shooting hate at your target
run away from what you started
is it fun?
Stripping away her commitment
I can't believe you did it..
was it fun?

[verse 2]
The abuse
My hands are bloody red
and every word I said
just lit the fuse

I was haunted
By the chains of what I saw
the pain's my biggest flaw
my heart was frosted

and I became..
the person I despise
A sheep in wolf disguise
I can't explain

I'm sorry..
I know I can't erase
the trauma on your face
or in your body

[Chorus]
are you having fun??
aiming with your gun
shooting hate at your target
run away from what you started
is it fun?
Stripping away her commitment
I can't believe you did it..
was it fun?

[bridge]
Would I have acted the same,
with the passionate pain,
if I hated you, instead of my pretending?
I only pushed you away
because I just couldn't stay
In a cycle of flame that's never ending
You asked if it's fun
with my hands on the gun
I promise that I suffered when I held it
I just couldn't break
The ice on my face
and my frozen core, I couldn't melt it

[Chorus]
are you having fun??
aiming with your gun
shooting hate at your target
run away from what you started
is it fun?
Stripping away her commitment
I can't believe you did it..
was it fun?


Vaelrix - FUN

Lyrics:
An external load of witless incoherence that won’t halt the community form its disappearance could clone him from sticks off of the ground

I wrote down a verse on the sidewalk of his hometown. Awaited a day that I ever see words that he would stand on, Aware that he’s obliterated

Chopped off his arm, and kept it for the ceremony to wave it for him to formally say goodbye

Then Swapped land where he stood with a large body of water just to see how far he swims before he sinks from exhaustion in a No-Man’s land of deep darkness while he spent his last moments with only AI

Asked him “How does it feel to still have a mind after sudden death” while senses slowly dwindled to the cosmic. He spent his last moments comically mentioning random various topics

I took the “missiles” right out of a response of his, then decide that his cells were bad for the Climate. Stuffed him into a Space Pod with an official stamp to missile away this nonsensical and miserable lyrically crippled road kill that I sped pass

Literally “caught” his attempts taking a flight during night with the trajectory heading to Mars in escape to not be on a Planet with me. Snatched it out of the Sky with hopes that he doesn’t Die because ironically, now he’s Grounded for that

I sat in Silence for Light Years and added Exponents to that, and still disappointed in my Accurate Calculations that he can’t match me. Hatched his creativity while he really thought enabling him to pour out his mind mentally would spill a modicum of brilliance not analogous to a vegetable 

Froze him in a Prism. He will be stationary until he conveys improvement. Then Enclosed him in any Ocean of his choice that’s forced to unlatch pass the Record of Explored Mantle

Potential will never grow. Thought the DISS existed for a day then woke up with a cut throat exposed to a Second Wave of Disaster against the person with Imagination surpassing the Parameters that he thought was Divine

Collected the weapons from him. For instance his Shotgun and Smithed a Somber one. Divided apart of my mind, and materialized it physically to sit with him equipped with Brain Capacity that he’s unable to Challenge. He was Surprised that him and it are both watching his own Demise on his Side until he eventually Confided in me being Omnipresent

The Lowest Ripples of Waves flow through the Cell Membranes, so it can always explain his location. I’ve Annihilated Stars that actually have Hydrostatic Equilibrium, but saw so much Fake in him I held him in the Sky just to prop him up. He couldn’t even get 5 points through the shape of a human. Curtain Call the Illusion for better use. Abusive the new Obtuse him composed of Acute rap Angles. Detrimentally Affected as if I use this Abusiveness often

On a different post, it still wasn’t close, they have to scroll past 10,000 Barz to see his coffin…

Big Contract’s 5 Day Diss Part 4.mp3

Lyrics:
“Confused his mind to ask himself:
 ‘Is today, today…or did I simply take a nap and have not relapsed yet, from an attack that feels like 48 hours. Wait…is this the third Day?’”

‘That was a miscalculation it was 5 days experimenting with his Lyrical Abilities…’

He’s a little pitiful illiterate runt that spews minuscule rhymes 

Brought only a Helmet to the front lines. Decided to punt any possibility for him to ever Lyrically Stunt

Words jump right out the screen, reliving him from this Life Cycle because I prefer him to be a ghost dying Infinite Times written in a mere five Days 

Effortlessly Infinite Tsukuyomi him since he was Oblivious of my Capabilities to do it to take a deep peak of his Atomic Nuclei responsible of the activity in his mind seen in femtoseconds to Override them with an accelerated rate of Atomic decay  

He attempt to bring a weapon out of his house, but doubts were right that he wasn’t fast enough. Installed Pop-up Spikes right under his “Welcome” Mat, and didn’t start the assignment until he moved first

Carefully watched him step right on it then told him: “You’ve been in your room too much. Welcome, to Outside”

He had until Sun Down to crawl back into his house. Since he didn’t, Bats the size of Goliath swept him right away and dropped him into Poseidon’s Darkest Territories, to Terrorize

Then told Poseidon himself:
“I know you’re in the water, but don’t forget our Contract, now Step Aside. The plan went accordingly to bait him first, and he would be delivered by bats to let you handle the rest of the combat 

Looks quite beyond that to me by this point. My other part I signed is that I get to retain the Skeletal Structure but not from an Overkilled Zombie. Kindly Complete the next missions that I give to you Competently, and maybe I’ll give you back your Trident”  

Divided his Atoms in Equal Space of Proximity until all Electron Communication breaks even though this is his first case encountering a real Human Aizen 

A “Big Contract” stating something but mostly Empty Space signing his Life away in trade of the mission. Presumptions that nothing in the journey would ever be Eerie, Ominous and Violent

No License of Functioning Planes sitting in the Domain that I put him in that he can’t simply Pilot Out of 

His Deoxyribonucleic acid can’t even stretch out to Physically see its Length. Mind Control him on a random day while he thinks this is over as Technological Advancements when I’m tired of Domination in my ACs

[Outro] 
“Divided his Atoms in Equal Space of Proximity until all Electron Communication breaks even though this is his first case encountering a real Human Aizen”

There’s a sequel to this. Placed the Space of his Atoms back minus the Electrons, then took the rest of the Waste to a hive that’s famished for human’s flesh

Periodically visit until the one instance reveals all biological units have disappeared and there’s nothing left to antagonize, to partake in vitalizing the environment

Big Contract’s 5 Day Diss Part 5.mp3

Lyrics:
Holding a little air in my hand is Equivalent to a Mole of His Thoughts

I Sit and Sip, and Chew Through Indestructible Futuristic Tools in Ominous Situations. Lift Galaxies out of Petty Telescope’s Vision waiting for Random Light to Sight

On that Night that began the Disposition of his Consciousness, his Adversaries ditched these Conditions and gave him the Win. As his Undeveloped Lack of Spectacle of this Instance Peddle as an Insignificant Rebel Fished from an Ovum

He can continue to “Gun” a Ton of Thoughts. I Zombie Mod and Write with a Liquidized Pox Infused with Ghostwriter’s Blood. One Jot will Mark the Grave of a Planet with Enough Flow to incase it with Scarlet Rot

In Another Lifetime, he Begged to me for my Mystical Abilities to Eclipse a Mind to Seem to Find Bundled Forgotten Thoughts to Untie for his Remembrance to Manage

The Next Rhyme that he produces I’d like to see him only discussing beating people with canes a Bar somewhat Believable. At least he can Now Achieve a Rhyme Scheme with Minimal Sense

The Most Intense Instance of his Life is a Middle School Fight, Scrapping in the Backyard

I Built a Terminator out of Crumbled Paper as a Prototype. Then Built the Real One with a Contract, to Eliminate Him with Rusty Components that I Grabbed from a Scrapyard

Measured the Caliber of him with a Dial Caliber, and now have Precise Measurements on how Insignificant this Amateur is with more Accurate Significant Figures. His claim with “One Girlfriend, he can Repopulate the World” is a Psychological Defensive Mechanism that Anyone in the World, can have her

“A Gun Fits any Condition” Attention Span, Fed Led Head that failed Simplest Missions

Threw Dust in his Face as an Expression of my Disgust. Then Expelled whatever I find that Dwells during my Trip to Hell’s Chambers, and enjoy the Danger Released

Deliberately give him Anti-Dark Matter Laced Bullets, so when he Shoots it Through the Atmosphere his Equal-Opposite would be Gamma Spheres with the same Mass of that back at him Undetected

He claimed that had Better Things to talk about with an Helmet on his Avatar. I Advise that he Tackles some Subjects to Surpass the Level of Mere Nonsense to Elements of Polished Knowledge

Walked into his Village and Built a Hunt with his Own Mud with my Bare Hands, then went to get Some Drinks, and Bring Entertainment to it. He Stumbled upon me Relaxing and Reclining, then Scrambled to Write to AI “It’s The_Silencer_00. I need a Verse to Disperse Quickly to show him that he can Die”

It responded: “Big Contract thanks for the Contact but Your Adversary This Time Formulated Lyrics that are Too Compact it’s Best right now, to Not Attack

Remember when We Assisted you in Comprehending his Eternal Glome ‘track’

It Overloaded All of Us he’ll still Delete Both of Us while that Relaxed

I Recommend your Reinforcements be a Call from your Wolves. For You, we have Packed a Ton of Guns in a Small Backpack you just Get Away, and Retreat Safely

He’s Likely to Take Over our Entire Verse. To him, You’re just a Scorpion, and you’re Too Mortal for his Type of Combat”

I heard that I go Lyrical Nuts. Let’s see His Attempts to Contact Lyrical Advice from Techno Logical Sacks

Could easily watch him Sip a Liquid Drip of Infinite Concussion. Then Press a Single Button for Automatic Destruction to Terminate his AI during his Last Nap…

- Termination of Contract (Parts 1 and 2)
- Small Contract Restrictions: Dimension Pillage (the parts where Beerus was mentioned. It perhaps Part 3)
- Contract Elimination: Coffin Display (Parts 4 and 5)
- Contract’s Biggest Constraints (Part 6)
- Contract’s Detrimental Constraints (Part 7)
- “Famous_Answer” meets Mr. Infamous (part 8 and 9)
- IQ Test (Part 10)

After that. The Disses were over with. Back to writing The_Silencer_00 vs his Pen Part 2

Big Contract’s 5 Day Diss. Part 1.mp3

GrenFell is a rap tribute to the 72 souls lost in the Grenfell Tower fire on June 14th, 2017 — a tragedy born not of flame alone, but of neglect, greed, and silence.

The verses carry rage. The chorus holds grief.
We speak their names. We keep their fire lit.

This is for: 

Mary Mendy
Khadija Saye
Rania Ibrahim
Zainab Deen
Logan Gomes
Isaac Paulos
Aaliyah Deen
Jessica Urbano Ramirez
Ya-Haddy Sisi Saye
Denis Murphy
Marjorie Vital
Nadia Choucair
Elias Choucair
Fatima Choucair
Mierna Choucair
Zainab Choucair
Husna Begum
Rabeya Begum
Sakina Afrasehabi
Fatemah Afrasehabi
Sheila Smith
Sheila
Victoria King
Alexandra Atala
Vincent Chiejina
Mohammed al-Haj Ali
Ali Jafari
Hamid Kani
Hesham Rahman
Raymond Bernard
Gloria Trevisan
Marco Gottardi
Steve Power
Gary Maunders
Denis Murphy
Khadija Khalloufi
Maria del Pilar Burton
Steve Power
Fathia Ahmed Elsanosi
Abdulaziz El-Wahabi
Faouzia El-Wahabi
Yasin El-Wahabi
Nurhuda El-Wahabi
Mehdi El-Wahabi
Joseph Daniels
Raymond “Moses” Bernard
Kamru Miah
Rabeya Begum
Mariem Elgwahry
Amal Ahmedin
Berkti Haftom
Berkti Haftom’s son
Mohamednur Tuccu
Hashim Kedir
Nura Jamal
Yahya Hashim
Firdows Hashim
Yasin Hashim
Lina Huda
Hamid Kani
Deborah Lamprell
Mohammednur Tuccu
Ali Yawar Jafari
Fatima Elsanosi
Ali Elsanosi
Ernie Vital
Choucair Family
El-Wahabi Family
Belkadi Family

(Names included in good faith. Some listed as family groups for brevity — with all respect to each life.)

To the firefighters who ran in blind: We remember you.
To those who didn’t listen: This track is for you too.

Grenfell

Freedom is a raw, cinematic gothic rock confession wrapped in orchestral strings, haunting piano, and crushing guitars. This track dives deep into the brutal irony of wanting freedom only to find yourself trapped in your own self-destruction. With sorrowful lyrics, heavy reverb vocals, and explosive orchestration in C# minor, Freedom explores regret, codependency, and the unstable foundation of letting go.

Step inside Vaelrix’s poetic world where fragile truths echo inside empty rooms and vivid dreams break through the cracks. If you crave dark, emotional, and symbolic music that blends orchestral drama with rock grit, Freedom will haunt you long after it ends.

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Vaelrix - Freedom

Plug-n-Play is a global dance anthem built for movement. With Afro-pop rhythms, smooth melodic vocals, and amapiano-infused bounce, this track blends late-night energy with magnetic chemistry. It’s that call-at-midnight, move-like-we-never-left-the-floor kind of vibe. For fans of Tyla, Burna Boy, and pop with pulse.


Plug-n-Play

Lyrics:
 Is THIS “the guy” or the Hawk on its Odyssey. Odd to See the Fourth-Wall of the “Irony” Scheme, During this Trip

Flipped a Basket to Trap a Miniature Enemy right in it with a Premise of Sink or Swim. The Decision of Two Seas, we See that. Seen Yesterday, or Two Days ago, sent away. Lifting away from a Human’s Shoulder with a Bottled Letter on a Petty Mission from his Master on a Delightful day Hyped Up, to get through the Weather without the Dismay

Therefore a Trip for Both Icons. Conned Theodorix for a Level Up despite a Light Gust. Stressed by Scarcity of Encountering a Harmless Enough, Prey to Peck. Even Set Up Geologist to convey a Mirror Move. It’s Normal for me to Ironically Leer when I Peer into Another’s Creation. Now the Same Light Breeze that Eroded the Casket away is a Tribute to Geologist’s Unexplored Wins when he’s Flying Between the Lands

Drill Peck into the Sand and Hid quickly, now this is the “Sinking” Line. Strip Away his Wings while he’s Flying Over Seas and let One or Two Fish, Rip him Up before the Decreasing Temperature of his body’s Degree. Then Reach my Hand in this Mellow Pond to Cease the Irrelevant Letter. Restrict you from the “Nickname” of Ironeye to Travel with a Basic Piece of Metal that was Exchanged for your Eyes in the Last Diss to only Find Out that your Second Form Only Travels when his Master Takes him to fly around at a Meadow

Now I’m the Real Ironeye, and shoot a Giant Arrow that takes out the Entire HAWK, just to Rip Up the Letter that I was told was being sent to a Factory to Hype Up his Next Rhymes. The Hawk will be Replaced and Forgotten his Master Caught More Today from an Adjacent Herd. Geologist thought he was on Fire but the Hawk has Blacked Out plus his verse was Light thus Death was Rite, for the Bird. That was a Swift Attack how I just Name Changed. Since he’s on Fire and Now Dead, then the Bird’s Powers are Lore Accurate of Ghostflame. Noticed Evaporation, but Ironically still See Nothing. Turned The Common Stalking Nighthawk into Hawking Radiation

In his Last Response, remarks about a DEER but when this Hawk’s Master Checks the Updates of Natural Disasters to Update his Hawk’s Routes, Received a Letter From The Silencer Stating “Shortly Your Empire, Will be Mine”. Then his Enraged Master Stumbles Back and then Shouts:

 “Ohh Dear, this means that my Letter has Disappeared. I Feared this Would happen. I need another away to Contact the Apologist about my Finds. I suppose, I’ll get More Stock from that Flock Over There and Write me Another One with a More Skillfully Trained Hawk ,this Time”. 

Geologist failed the Mission. Claiming to be a Hawk, while he’s a Bipedal that could Walk Around for Millions of Years Attempting to Study his Rocks. Yet with all this time, No Evolution in his Composition. Catch a Deer with a Basic Device, Trapped in this Diss. Decide to give this Hawk a mission to Head to the Lights while Flying then leave a Letter for his Master Stating “Dear Irrelevant Fellow, you Forgot to tell your Icarus, Farewell”

Key to these Weak Rhymes must be that this Creature’s Stoned. Ironically we can see that this MCs a Creature Now. BluntStoned Swipes…Absorb his Light Glint Sword Strikes. Not Enough Intelligence for Any Night Attacks. So when the Knight Attacks, or the Night Attacks, Geologist is Forced to Hop on a Bird and Fly, Right Pass the Evergaol…

Geologist Diss Part 2. Hawk’s Farfetches .mp3

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Vaelrix is a genre-bending lyricist whose work blurs the line between rap, poetry, and cinematic storytelling. With thousands of songs written and a catalog shaped by trauma, transformation, and spiritual unrest, every track is a raw confession wrapped in layered metaphors. Drawing influence from anime, philosophy, theology, and the darkest corners of the mind, Vaelrix delivers complex rhyme schemes and emotionally charged narratives that cut deep and linger. This isn't just music—it's survival through sound. Welcome to the archive of a soul set on fire.


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