"Originally written and performed by our band in the late 1990s, these songs have been reimagined using the original recordings combined with modern AI technology. This process has allowed us to finally realize the sound we always envisioned—something that was beyond our reach at the time. These tracks now reflect the true spirit and ambition we had from the very beginning."

Godfather (25)

SEEK DEEP - FEEL SOMETHING OR NOTHING - STUDIO MASTER - 2025

This album was written about my life. I am a TBI survivor, I live with ASD, and a spinal injury. I am a highly spiritual being, and I am focused on growth. In these short five (going on six) years alive, I've seen and done a lot. Also, while making the best of my situation. I live in a 37(38) year old body with 5/6 years of experience on this planet (Aside from being connected deeply to all my past lives. This is a raw expression of my life. This will finally give my friends, followers, and supporters what I am, and go through.

Stronger

Not Living To Give Up

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#Verse #1
They can move away, but cannot escape,
Now they're caught in the net, no debate, sealed fate,
I'm hustlin' in the shadows, playin' games with the snakes,
But the karma's like a bullet, now they feelin' the weight,
Bad moves, bad grooves, now fuckers are payin' dues,
It's a gamble, roll the dice and they're losin' their shoes,
No more flashin' cash for you or livin' lavish,
I caught you up in the trap, now it's ashes to ashes!

#Chorus
Run!
Run motherfucker!

#Verse #2
No mercy for those dicks, the fakes and the frauds,
I'm exposing their tricks and dropping the cards,
They think they own the game, but they’re playing with fire,
I'm the voice of the voiceless, lifting them higher,
These idiots got no heart, just a hollow inside,
Now I’m the voice of truth, I won't let it slide,
They manipulate, dominate, control and deceive,
So I’m dropping a message - make the blind ones perceive!

#Chorus

#Bridge
I'm your nightmare that you can't shake,
You're my fuckin' slave!
Don't forget about that,
I'm so close to you,
you can feel my breath,
So keep on runnin',
'Cause i'm the bringer of death!

#Chorus

Run!

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Rise

Swept Under

“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.”

The Flame That Does Not Bow

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