Name: The Empty by Virreck
Duration: 2 min 30 s
Description: A soundscape of isolation. The feeling of living with a hole inside — something missing that nothing can seem to fill.

Intruder

Archer

Intemperies

Original Mix: https://on.soundcloud.com/cyGJNT82qRdjiNAT7

The Art of Letting Go (BHM Remix)

Me, Myself

Words spoken by false tongues,
You built your throne on broken trust.
Built me up just to break me down,
Your kingdom is a burial ground.

Will there ever be an end to those lies?
Truth and honesty struggle to survive...

Ooh...

A siren's voice, a serpent's spine,
A liar's mask, deceit refined.

You dressed your poison up in grace,
A smile stitched to a hollow face.
Truth bends where your shadows crawl,
But even angels learn to fall.

You chose the blade, then called it fate,
But even traitors learn too late.
Now you stand in the ruins that you made,
Ash in your mouth, nothing left to save.
You see me rise—but it's too late,
Gone are the days that I bowed to your hate.

Oh!

Built me up just to break me down,
Your kingdom is a burial ground.

A crown of ash, built on disguise,
Your shattered words still haunt the skies.

We … will see...

You burned your bridges with your lies,
A soul that’s rotten from inside.
The truth you feared now cuts too deep,
The lies you've sown—they won’t retreat.

You chose the blade, then called it fate,
But even traitors learn too late.
Now you stand in the ruins that you made,
Ash in your mouth, nothing left to save.
You see me rise—but it's too late,
Gone are the days that I bowed to your hate.

Try to break me—
You’ve crossed a line.

You’re just a fake b*tch—
Run for your life.

Kingdom Of Ash

"New Exile" is a dark, emotionally layered debut that fuses gothic rock, cinematic metal, and raw alt intensity into a sound both haunting and powerful. Soaring melodies meet heavy riffs, ethereal textures, and intimate vocals that shift from delicate to defiant. With themes of heartbreak, inner battles, and transformation, the album captures the mood of sorrow and strength colliding—melancholic, epic, and unapologetically human.

Night's A Beast

"New Exile" is a dark, emotionally layered debut that fuses gothic rock, cinematic metal, and raw alt intensity into a sound both haunting and powerful. Soaring melodies meet heavy riffs, ethereal textures, and intimate vocals that shift from delicate to defiant. With themes of heartbreak, inner battles, and transformation, the album captures the mood of sorrow and strength colliding—melancholic, epic, and unapologetically human.

Season Of The Fall Lyrics

There’s fire sleeping under skin,
I hear the hum — it pulls me in.
The static sings, the shadows crawl,
I lose myself I feel it all,
I built my calm from broken sound,
now every silence drags me down.

I won’t kneel, I won’t crawl,
This is my season to fall.
Tear the sky, I’ll take it all
I’m alive in the season of the fall.

The calm is cold the truth is near
it whispers things I need to hear
I wear my pain like borrowed light
it's how I see through endless nights,
I breathe the dark I taste the flame
and rise inside my own remains.

I won’t kneel, I won’t crawl,
This is my season to fall.
Tear the sky, I’ll take it all—
I’m alive in the season of the fall.

Strip it down, let it burn,
Every scar is how I learn.
Let the noise replace the fear,
I find my truth when you disappear.

I won’t kneel, I won’t crawl,
This is my season to fall.
Break the chain destroy the wall
I'm reborn in the season of the fall.

Season Of The Fall

Skin divides, I’m split from sound.
Shape erased, the veins unbound.
Light withdraws, the frame ignites,
Anatheum begins tonight.

Anatheum, I uncreate,
Tear the order, desecrate.
Pulse collides, the core rewinds,
Born of fracture, undefined.
Anatheum — the form decays,
I become what won’t obey.

Glass and code replace the heart,
Every nerve pulled clean apart.
Silence hums — a violent psalm,
My chaos sings where gods are calm.

Anatheum, I uncreate,
Tear the order, desecrate.
Pulse collides, the core rewinds,
Born of fracture, undefined.
Anatheum — the form decays,
I become what won’t obey.

Anatheum, I uncreate,
Tear the order, desecrate.
Pulse collides, the core rewinds,
Born of fracture, undefined.

Static burns, the signal stills,
I stand within what never

Anatheum

A soundscape of isolation. The feeling of living with a hole inside — something missing that nothing can seem to fill.

The Empty

After few bit sharper songs I'm here back with easy listening one. Kind of world music based on acoustic guitar, erhu and clarinet.

"Twenty" was lying for some time on my desk. Some weeks ago I made about first 1 minute and then I lost the inspiration. It was total lack of inspiration and I spent my attention with other tracks. But then suddenly, during one nice easy going summer evening, the inspiration was back and Twenty was tuned and done.

And what about name? Why 20? "Twenty" is just because it's 20th song I have made... It is kind of anniversary, isn't it?

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In the Box

Twenty

Virreck is a self-taught guitarist whose connection to music began in his teens and never left. Though he never finished music college, that never stopped him from learning — or from feeling deeply through his instrument.

For him, music isn’t a profession or a pastime — it’s a language. Through heavy riffs and cinematic instrumentals, he builds stories without words: tales of struggle, reflection, and rebirth.

His debut release, The Album, is an unfiltered reflection of his own journey through addiction and recovery — a raw, personal story told entirely through sound. It marked the beginning of something larger: a desire to build worlds through music, to tell stories that reach beyond his own experience.

Not every piece he writes is autobiographical, but each carries his emotion — fragments of hope, struggle, and resilience translated into riffs and atmosphere. Some listeners may not hear the same story he does, and that’s the beauty of it.

For Virreck, music isn’t about perfection — it’s about connection. If someone finds even a moment of understanding or joy in what he creates, that’s enough.

The Empty

Virreck

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