30 Seconds to Mars -The Kill (Bury Me) Cover/Remix DEMO

Papa Roach Last Resort (Mit Original Video)

...Stand up...

[Verse 1]
Static bleeds from every screen,
Selling scripted midnight dreams.
Chained in choice, they feed us lies,
Truth dissolves where shadow hides.
...Stand up...

Golden vows, a rusted cage,
Sparks ignite this crawling rage.
Velvet chains that bind our bones,
Secrets buried under thrones.
...Stand up...

[Chorus]
We won’t break down,
We won’t bow low,
Their grip will crack,
Our fire grows.
...Stand up...

[Verse 2]
Cold machines that drain the soul,
We strike the iron, take control.
Light the flame behind dead eyes,
Let starlight blaze through fractured skies.
...Stand up...

Claim the truth they tried to drown,
Steel our hearts, tear systems down.
Gilded walls will quake and fall,
Together we will break them all.
...Stand up...

[Chorus]
We won’t break down,
We won’t bow low,
Their grip will crack,
Our fire grows.
...Stand up...

[Bridge:]
Ignite, defy, awake, ascend,
(Rise again, rise again)
Unite, resist, rebuild, transcend,
(Rise again, rise again)

[Chorus]
We won’t break down,
We won’t bow low,
Their grip will crack,
Our fire grows.
...Stand up...


Stand Up

Blues as a road, an exile, and redemption

With his second album, Ramble Soul, Ondelic dives even deeper into the dust-covered corners of the soul. Released in April 2025, the record cements the artist’s sonic identity: a roadside blues sound, dark and emotional, rooted in alternative folk with ghostly echoes from the American South.

The album’s eight tracks form a kind of diary of a drifter carrying pain in his pocket and ghosts in the passenger seat. With raw production and weighty lyrics, Ondelic turns silence and space into language — as in “Dust and Tears Highway,” which opens the record like a wandering lament, or “The Crows Whisper,” closing the cycle with an almost ritualistic hush.

Ramble Soul is an album of passage. It deals with escape, collapse, and renewal with the ease of someone who's walked those roads more than once. Stripped-down arrangements and a gravel-toned voice give the work an intimate weight — as if each song were sung to a mirror, or to the bottom of an empty glass.

More than a follow-up, this second record is an emotional and aesthetic refinement, where Ondelic finds clarity precisely in the shadows. It's an album to play while driving with no destination — or while lying still, staring at the ceiling, as the world outside spins in silence.

Graveyard train

Lyrics:

You built your ruins with tender hands
Crowned yourself on top, unseen
Turned into stone for your own sorrow
Waiting for someone to call it art

But no one will come
to read your cracks
No one seeks mirrors
made of ash and glass
You spoke so loud
you forgot to hear

You spoke so loud
you forgot to hear

Your tears are ornaments
on the facade of fragile pride
Each silence you throw
a hollow hymn dressed in spite

But no one will come
to read your cracks
No one seeks mirrors
made of ash and glass
You spoke so loud
you forgot to hear

You spoke so loud
you forgot to hear

You believed you were one of a kind
in a world that never looked
Now you blame the wind
for skipping your shrine

But no one will come
to read your cracks
No one seeks mirrors
made of ash and glass

You spoke so loud
you forgot to hear

You enchanted yourself
and killed the spell
You’re the statue
in your own farewell

Corpse Dreams Vol. 3

No one will come

Fast Cars, Fast Women

“Gather close, and let the embers speak. For this is no tale of kings and crowns — this is the saga of fire, oath, and blood. This is the song of the last skald, and the flame that refused to die.”

In the twilight of the old world, when the fjords whispered of gods and ghosts, a warband rose beneath the dawn. Their oaths were carved in stone, their names etched in frost. The saga begins with “Oathbound at Dawn,” where warriors swear loyalty not by word, but by fire — a ritual of steel and spirit beneath the rising sun.

From the shadows of the fjord comes “The Wolf and the Fjord,” a tale of cunning and survival. The warband moves like smoke, striking with the silence of beasts. Then the drums thunder in “Hammerfall Rite,” a berserker’s invocation to Thor — the moment before the clash, where rage becomes ritual and the sky splits with fury.

But war is not only steel. In “Seidr’s Veil,” the warriors kneel before the völva, the seer who chants in tongues older than time. She shows them fate — not as prophecy, but as consequence. And then the clash: “Blood on the Ice” erupts with chaos, where shields splinter and the fjord runs red. Victory is won, but not without cost.

The ravens arrive in “The Raven’s Feast,” circling the dead with solemn grace. They do not mourn — they honor. The battlefield is silent, save for the wind and the wings. And then the myth deepens in “Stone of the Nine Worlds,” where the skald walks through realms of fire, frost, death, and dream. Each world speaks, each stone remembers.

Now the skald stands alone in “Skald of the Last Flame,” the titular track. He sings not for glory, but for memory — the last voice of a vanished warband, the final ember of a forgotten age. The longship burns in “Ashes of the Longship,” a funeral voyage across the sea, where names are whispered into the tide.

But the saga does not end. In “Echoes in the Hall of Shields,” the voices of the fallen rise in chorus. Their shields line the walls of the honored hall, and their names thunder through eternity. Yet even this is not the final flame.

A new chapter begins with “Where the Chief Fell, the Flame Rises.” The warband’s leader is gone, lost to legend. But his fire lives on. The Son steps forward in “The Son Who Bears the Ember,” uncertain but resolute, carrying the weight of legacy in trembling hands.

He learns the truth in “Peace Is a Lie.” The world does not honor restraint — it devours it. The Son casts aside hope and embraces fire. But in “Ashes of the First Command,” he learns that war is never clean. The cost of leadership is written in blood.

And finally, he rises in “The Flame That Does Not Bow.” No longer a child, no longer a warlord — he is the flame itself. Not wild, not broken, but eternal. He walks not for vengeance, but for truth. The saga ends not in silence, but in fire.

“So remember this, you who listen by the hearth: the skald may fall, the chief may fade, but the flame marches on. And in every oath, in every name, in every echo — the saga lives.”

Skald of the Last Flame

Produced by Mark Xenophontos 

Lyrics by Mark Xenophontos 

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Little honey bee
Cherry picked from the tree
Sweet and deadly
That's what you are
Poison hiding
Behind every scar

Tied up in surrender
Gazing up to heaven
Can't remember what I'm fighting for
What am I fighting for

Honey and daggers
That's all you are
Honey and daggers
Gone too far
Sweet lies and violence
Deep in my soul
Losing myself
Losing control

Blood is in the air
Secrets everywhere
Hidden truths beneath
Your perfect skin
Let the chaos begin
Let the chaos begin

Greater heights mean nothing
When you drag me down below
To a world I didn't want to know
What did I want to know

Honey and daggers
That's all you are
Honey and daggers
Gone too far
Sweet lies and violence
Deep in my soul
Losing myself
Losing control

Jezebel come whisper
Sing your poison song
I believed your promises
But I was wrong
I was wrong
I WAS WRONG!
EVERYTHING'S WRONG!

Honey and daggers
That's all we are
Honey and daggers
Gone too far
Sweet lies and violence
Burning my soul
Losing myself
OUT OF CONTROL!

Just a ghost in the night
Just a ghost in the night
Honey and daggers
Just a ghost in the night
Just a ghost in the night
Honey and daggers
Just a ghost

Honey & Daggers (Alt Version)

Ghosts Of Venice

Ein explosives Rock-Manifest voller Wut, Schmerz und Hoffnung. Zwischen düsteren Nächten, inneren Kämpfen und dem Verlangen nach Erlösung entfaltet sich ein Sound, der rohe Rap-Energie mit brachialen Gitarren, atmosphärischen Synths und hymnischen Refrains verbindet. Jeder Song ist ein Schrei aus der Tiefe – laut, verletzlich, kompromisslos.

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In Darkest Night

[Verse 1]  
Scarlet silence fills the room  
Every flower starts to bloom  
But the thorns are all I feel  
Tell me which of us is real  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Candle burning in the dark  
Every flame ignites a mark  
Through the ashes, I remain  
Bound to beauty, bound to pain  

[Chorus]  
Scarlet silence, sharp and deep  
Every secret that I keep  
Scarlet silence, never dies  
Every tear becomes the skies  

[Verse 2]  
Silver voices haunt the air  
Every shadow whispers there  
I can’t run, I can’t let go  
But the silence makes me grow  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Candle burning in the dark  
Every flame ignites a mark  
Through the ashes, I remain  
Bound to beauty, bound to pain  

[Chorus]  
Scarlet silence, sharp and deep  
Every secret that I keep  
Scarlet silence, never dies  
Every tear becomes the skies  


Skald of the Last Flame

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