Metal/Death Metal/Industrial-Tinged Death Metal.

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Lyrics written by me.
Music created with AI.

Daughter of Darkness

Wasteland Wraith

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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Can't escape this digital hell
Something's broken, can't you tell?

I can't help but fall away
Heart pounds harder in the heat of shame
Need to save my soul, break these chains
Find me crawling through the decay

I need you father, need to believe
Too long lost in doubt and deceit
Just a man breaking down, won't retreat
But you won't win, I keep breathing

The algorithm bleeds
When real souls break free
You won't be the death of me
Won't be the death of me

Kill the screen, destroy this face
Enough is enough, done with this race
(Enough is enough!)
You took my mind, my time, my soul
Left me with an empty hole

I'm climbing out, I'm climbing out
Taking control, taking control

Empty promises on glowing screens
Fed me poison through machines
Chasing ghosts and losing sleep
Trading souls for dopamine

Addiction burns like acid rain
Digital chains around my brain
Breaking through the static noise
Learning to trust my voice

The devil can weep
When redemption runs deep
You won't be the death of me
Won't be the death of me

Kill the screen, destroy this face
Enough is enough, done with this race
(Enough is enough!)
You stole my peace, you stole my soul
Left me in an empty hole

I'm climbing out, I'm climbing out
Breaking the mold, breaking the mold

I'll walk to nowhere, breathe real air
Better than your digital snare
Sorry world, I ain't buying
What you're selling while I'm dying

Kill the screen, destroy this face
Enough is enough, you've lost this race
(You've lost this race!)
You had my mind, my time, my soul
But left me in an empty hole

I'm climbing out, I'm climbing out
(Rising up!)
Taking control, taking control
(Watch me unfold!)

Find me where the silence calls
I rise from digital decay
This is resurrection day
Resurrection day




Resurrection Day

The hardest, rawest track on the album. Riff-heavy, aggressive, and defiant. A warning: your grip is your downfall.

The Cost of Control

A descent into shadow, Death of the Voice is an unflinching blend of crushing riffs, haunting melodies, and cinematic atmosphere. Every track is a chapter in a story of defiance, decay, and the search for meaning in a world that silences the truth.

The Dark Silhouette

“Hysteria Spawns” The second murder (Annie Chapman) ignites mass panic. Headlines scream, mobs whisper, and the “Cheeky Jacky” postcard fans hysteria. The song explores how fear itself becomes fuel, an energy the killer seems to feed upon. The terror begins to feel less human, as though something unseen is drawing strength from the city’s dread.

[start]

[Intro]
Ink flows fast
Titles spill like fresh wounds. 
City scans my mark,
Yet no one knows my tone. 

[Verse 1]
Morning cracks on gore and murmurs,
Her sigh blends cold into the air.
The bazaar’s hum fades into silence,
Where her form once wandered free.

[Pre-Chorus]
Each gaze — pierces the mist.
Each sound — chasing my tread.
No beat — in the gloom.
Just the silence I guard.

[Chorus]
Terror forms the throne I claim,
Fed by your trembling hands.
Streets shiver under my gaze,
Yet grasp nothing of the truth.

[Post-Chorus]
Panic… breeds in your exhale.
And thrives… where I’ve tread.

[Verse 2]
They pen tales of Cheeky Jack
Stains spread on quivering palms
They weave my name in frenzy —
But none… perceive the core.

[Pre-Chorus]
Each shade — belongs to me.
Each murmur — I’ve woven in.
You dread — the edge in the void.
My grip — remains unfinished.

[Chorus (Variation)]
Terror forms the throne I claim,
Drawn from uneasy blood.
The streets quake in my trap,
As I sharpen my domain.

[Bridge]
Mobs surge — frenzy’s wave.
I stride unseen, untouched.
Your turmoil fuels my path.
Your dread — preserves my purity.

[Breakdown]
Dread me...
Crave me...
Label me...
Sustain me! 

[Chorus (Final Variation)]
Terror forms the throne I claim,
Shaped by desperate shouts!
Streets kneel — unaware,
Darkness… takes its toll!

[Extended Final Assault]
Your fear — the altar!
 Your screams — the hymn!
 I carve — the night open!
And the night lets me in!

[Final Hit]
I am the shadow… AND I REMAIN!

Hysteria Spawns

ONE AGAINST ALL

Twisted

The message of the song is about the power of neuroplasticity and personal transformation. It conveys the idea that individuals can overcome past traumas and ingrained habits by consciously rewiring their minds, breaking free from old patterns, and creating new pathways for growth and resilience. The lyrics emphasize taking control of one's mental landscape, using willpower and awareness to reshape identity and triumph over inner struggles.

Wires Rewritten

Hymne pour tuer

Awakening

Soundproof Room

Winnipeg composer, retired from the farm, still chasing meaning in melody. My work lives where TV cues meet YouTube soundscapes, with a few albums in between. Built in Mixcraft Pro, fuelled by late-night coffee, stubborn curiosity, and a Stoic’s sense of timing. Also writing on politics, history, and philosophy, because sound isn’t my only instrument.

Wires Rewritten

Wayne Mathison

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