Canción Hijos del Olvido

Cancion Donde estan los niños

Versión en estilo Heavy de la canción "Fiesta en el Kasko" y renombrada como "Suena el Cohete" de Javi de House.

Toda manada necesita un lider cuando ya se ha perdido la orientación profetas de la mediocridad te alimentan a toda tu rendición le das la navaja a un impostor un mitomano que no tiene igualación hacia un debil corazon te da curso de incapacitación psicopateando tu mente por unos likes Cuando su realidad es una ficción estribillo En camino a ninguna parte una escuela de mentirosos te podrán vencer En camino a ninguna parte presumiendo una paz que nunca podrás tener Nada detiene a la inseguridad con nuevos cuentos sobre la manipulación con una vida de corto plazo el tiempo ya no te da valorización a quien le importa la moral? si la trampa te conduce a la incitación si podes fingir toda la vida y llevarlos a otra dimensión

Otra vez by Falcata

Fucking Bastard by Angel's Storm

The song is a sonic and conceptual experience that explores the most intimate and universal conflict of the human being: the constant struggle between cold logic and overwhelming emotion. Through a powerful fusion of hard rock and symphonic elements, the piece builds an internal landscape where the mind becomes a battlefield, and every thought and feeling collide with an almost violent intensity. From the very beginning, a world dominated by precision, control, and structure is presented. Logic appears as a perfect, almost mechanical system that attempts to order reality through clear rules, calculated decisions, and an apparent absence of error. It is a safe space, yet also a rigid one, where everything is foreseen… except for the human element. Gradually, however, cracks begin to seep into that system: impulses, doubts, desires, and emotions that can neither be quantified nor contained. As the song progresses, this tension intensifies. The music reflects this conflict through sharp contrasts: precise, almost "surgical" guitar riffs face raw, visceral vocal explosions charged with emotion. It is as if two opposing forces—one calculating, the other instinctive—are fighting to take control of the same body. The narrative not only describes this battle but makes it felt physically, leading the listener to experience that friction from within. The climax arrives when logic, pushed to its limit, begins to collapse under the weight of what it cannot explain. Everything that had been repressed—pain, desire, the need to feel—emerges with an unstoppable force. The structure breaks, the order dissolves, and what remains is a pure emotional truth, free of filters or artifice. It is not a clean or orderly victory, but a chaotic, intense, and deeply human liberation. At its core, the song poses a provocative question: what happens when we stop trying to control what we feel and allow emotion to take over? Far from offering a simple answer, the piece suggests that within that surrender—in that moment when logic yields—lies a more authentic form of truth. Not perfect, not predictable, but real. More than just a simple piece of music, this composition functions as an internal mirror. It invites the listener to confront their own duality, to recognize that silent struggle between what they think and what they feel, and to accept that, ultimately, both forces are part of what it means to be human.

Composición musical (Remix) estilo Death metal. Lirica: The silent framework on the table lies A dormant engine waiting for the arc We see the vision through the inner eyes To trace a constellation in the dark The first momentum is the hardest breath To break the gravity of hollow fear A resurrection from a mental death Until the final boundary is clear Awaken every fiber of the soul To bridge the distance to the Zenith's Edge The fragmented becomes a living whole The language that the chosen spirits speak Across the canvas or the field of play Within the circuit or the shifting mind We seize the glory of the rising day And leave the weary hesitation far behind The sculptor feels the marble start to yield The runner finds the rhythm in the vein An ancient power is at last unsealed To transform every struggle into gain The student carves a path through heavy glass To find the logic in a sea of doubt We watch the ghost of indecision pass And let the hidden inner fire out In every workshop where the iron glows In every chamber where the dream is born The steady current of the purpose flows To mend the spirit that was once so torn It’s not the triumph at the summit's edge But every step against the winter gale We honor every silent, sacred pledge Before we set the courage on the scale Awaken every fiber of the soul To bridge the distance to the Zenith's Edge The fragmented becomes a living whole The language that the chosen spirits speak Across the canvas or the field of play Within the circuit or the shifting mind We seize the glory of the rising day And leave the weary hesitation far behind

Composición musical de estilo Metal gotico, lirica: I was there... the moment you drew breath Not a shadow... not a ghost of death Just a silent partner... walking by your side With no secrets... and nowhere left to hide. You see a monster... or a bride in black But I’m the path... that never leads you back. Don't blame my hands... for how you reach the shore! Whether in peace... or screaming for some more! I don't choose the pain... or the lonely bed! I only catch the soul... when the word is said! I am the silence, i am the rest The final comfort, the end of the test Beyond the joy, beyond the pain Where voices fade and no scars remain I am the peace you finally need. Your habits... your choices... the hand of fate They build the bridge... that leads you to my gate. Short-lived laughter... and the sting of tears Are fleeting echoes... through the passing years. In my arms... the cycle finds its end Not as a rival... but your oldest friend. Don't blame my hands... for how you reach the shore! Whether in peace... or screaming for some more! I don't choose the pain... or the lonely bed! I only catch the soul... when the word is said! I am the silence, i am the rest The final comfort, the end of the test Beyond the joy, beyond the pain Where voices fade and no scars remain I am the peace you finally need. The noise fades out. The light goes dim. The salt, the sweet... The hollow hymn. I am the silence, i am the rest The final comfort, the end of the test Beyond the joy, beyond the pain Where voices fade and no scars remain I am the peace you finally need. Finally... still.

Composición musical de estilo Metal progresivo. Lirica: A mechanical itch under the surface of the skin The frequency opens and the fever rushes in It’s a sonic invasion, a rhythmic assault The locks on the cage are starting to fault I’m wired to the pulse, I’m hooked to the grime A heart-rate explosion in double-time The baseline is heavy, the baseline is sick My spine is the needle and the rhythm is the click Snap the vertebrae, unleash the beast The soul is the host and the sound is the feast My skull is a hammer, the floor is the nail The ghost of the rebel is breaking the jail Involuntary motion, a neck-breaking flow The louder the static, the further I go There’s a riot in the marrow, a fire in the bone I’m claiming the power that I’ve always known Goodbye to the silence, goodbye to the calm The beat is a trigger, my hand is the bomb I don’t need a reason, I don’t need a sign Just a jagged distortion that’s crossing the line It’s a primal reaction, a chemical surge Where the man and the monster finally merge Snap the vertebrae, unleash the beast The soul is the host and the sound is the feast My skull is a hammer, the floor is the nail The ghost of the rebel is breaking the jail Involuntary motion, a neck-breaking flow The louder the static, the further I go The gears are screaming The blood is on fire One thousand volts On a rusted wire Snap the vertebrae, unleash the beast The soul is the host and the sound is the feast My skull is a hammer, the floor is the nail The ghost of the rebel is breaking the jail Involuntary motion, a neck-breaking flow The louder the static, the further I go Headbang addiction The kinetic truth The riot is back To reclaim our youth

Composición musical estilo Hard Rock años 80. Lírica: You’re circling the water with a diamond eye A silver streak beneath a heavy velvet sky You sell the promise like a golden grain But keep the hunger and you leave the stain I see the shadow of the jagged fin The game is rigged before the cards begin Oh, the tension is a loaded gun Nowhere left for you to run! You’re the predator, the iron soul Breaking every heart that you can’t control Deep in the current, deep in the cold Trading the spirit for the weight of gold You’re the hunter in the dark of the sea But you’ll never get a hold on me! The engine’s humming with a lethal sound You build the tower then you burn the ground A velvet glove upon a rusted fist Another name upon your winter list Oh, the tension is a loaded gun Nowhere left for you to run! You’re the predator, the iron soul Breaking every heart that you can’t control Deep in the current, deep in the cold Trading the spirit for the weight of gold You’re the hunter in the dark of the sea But you’ll never get a hold on me! You’re the predator, the iron soul Breaking every heart that you can’t control Deep in the current, deep in the cold Trading the spirit for the weight of gold You’re the hunter in the dark of the sea But you’ll never get a hold on me! Predator! You’re nothing but a predator!

Composición musical de estilo hard rock años 80. Lirica: Walking through the shadows of a thousand fears Counting every heartbeat, drowning in the years But the weight is lifting, the chains are turning dust Breaking every cycle, leaving only trust In the void I’m standing, quiet and alone Finally a king on a vacant throne When the world demands your soul Let it sliide, lose controol! Let it all go, let the fire burn out Beyond the silence, beyond the doubt If nothing matters, the stars are your prize The stars aliign before your eyes! Free in the nothing, the master of all Watching the empires rise and fall They sell you the future, they sell you the past Building up a fortress that was never meant to last No more heavy weights, no more golden lies Just the endless reaches of the open skies Nothing to lose... Nothing to hold... The universe is miine! Let it all go, let the fire burn out Beyond the silence, beyond the doubt If nothing matters, the stars are your prize The stars aliign before your eyes! The universe is yours... Let it goo...

Composición musical de estilo Metal sci-fi distopico. Lirica: Waking in a dream... of silver and glass Watching all the planets... as they slowly pass Jupiter is rising... a giant made of gold Amber storms are dancing... ancient and bold One great eye of fire... staring through the night Spinning in the darkness... hiding from the light Metal meets the void... in the velvet deep Looking for the secrets... that the stars still keep Shadows of light in the endless sea Stardust echoes calling out to me Colors are born where the sun goes down Wearing the universe like a crown Voyage to the edge! Sailing through the rings... of saturn’s frozen white Platinum and crystal... shining in the night Through the eagle’s pillars... where the worlds begin Emerald and velvet... glowing from within To the blackest center... where the time is bent Singing to the silence... where the light was sent Metal meets the void... in the velvet deep Looking for the secrets... that the stars still keep Shadows of light in the endless sea Stardust echoes calling out to me Colors are born where the sun goes down Wearing the universe like a crown Voyage to the edge! Astral kaleidoscope. Deepest blue. Silent eternity. Far from you. Shadows of light in the endless sea Stardust echoes calling out to me Colors are born where the sun goes down Wearing the universe like a crown Voyage to the edge! Awake.

Composición musical de estilo Nu metal / rap rock. Lirica: Static noise... in the grid Everything... that you did Digital... paper trail Life is just... a luxury jail Iris scan... at the gate Calculate... your own fate Underground... Subgrid Ghost They are taking... full control The signal is sending The freedom is ending The sequence is known You’re never alone Signal ready, mind is clean Welcome to the new machine Pulse is steady, will is gone Total control from dusk till dawn Are you prepared? Urban maze... steel and glass Watching every... shadow pass Hidden lens... in the wall Waiting for... the world to fall Code is deep... in the vein Chemical... mental chain Run the street... hide the spark They are hunting... in the dark The signal is sending The freedom is ending The sequence is known You’re never alone Signal ready, mind is clean Welcome to the new machine Pulse is steady, will is gone Total control from dusk till dawn Are you prepared? Scan. Sync. Control. Scan. Sync. Total control! Signal ready, mind is clean Welcome to the new machine Pulse is steady, will is gone Total control from dusk till dawn Are you prepared? The system is online.

Composición musical de estilo deathmetal, pero con reinterpretacion lírica antítesis de las composiocnes habituales de este estilo donde se enaltece lo oscuro y lo maligno. Lírica: Shield of iron, sword of light Angels rising for the fight Ancient laws are now awake Earth and hell begin to shake See the serpent, feel the blade All your glory starts to fade Holy fire, sacred breath Sentencing the soul to death Hear the silver trumpets sound Evil falls onto the ground We are fire, we are sword In the name of Highest Lord FLAME OF TRUTH, DIVINE DECREE BEND THE HEAD AND BOW THE KNEE END OF DARK AND END OF LIE FALL TO DUST AND FALL TO DIE Leave the world you tried to stain Go back to your house of pain Guardian blades are drawn and cold As the sacred scrolls foretold You shall feast on sulfur breath In the realm of second death Justice comes with heavy hand Cleansing all the hollow land Hear the silver trumpets sound Evil falls onto the ground We are fire, we are sword In the name of Highest Lord DOMINUS TE IMPERAT... VADE RETRO! FLAME OF TRUTH, DIVINE DECREE BEND THE HEAD AND BOW THE KNEE END OF DARK AND END OF LIE FALL TO DUST AND FALL TO DIE It is finished.

Composicion musical estilo Ultra-dark melody death metal. Lirica: Deep in ice... through thousand years Feeding on... the human fears City of stone... in blackest tide Where the ancient... horrors hide Miskatonic... scrolls are torn The elder god... is now reborn Shadows crawling through the fog Screaming from the Necronomicon Ocean heaves, the gate is thin Let the nightmare now begin! From the dark, from the deep... RISE! Ancient lord, secrets keep... DIE! Endless void where the terror LIES From the dark, from the deep... RISE! Arkham bells... toll for the blind Chaos whispers... in the mind Yog-Sothoth... the key and gate Sealing every... mortal fate Dunwich burns... in sulfur breath Harvest of... the goat of death Ocean heaves, the gate is thin Let the nightmare now begin! From the dark, from the deep... RISE! Ancient lord, secrets keep... DIE! Endless void where the terror LIES From the dark, from the deep... RISE! Dagon rises... TOTAL DEATH! Azathoth drums... THE VOID IS HERE! From the dark, from the deep... RISE! Ancient lord, secrets keep... DIE! Endless void where the terror LIES From the dark, from the deep... RISE! He has risen... Rise...

Composición musical de estilo Metal alternativo. Lírica: They’re weaving webs inside the fiber of the light A digital horizon locking down the night The data streams are pulsing underneath the skin They know the secret places where our thoughts begin It’s not a shadow or a phantom on the wall It’s a deliberate design to make us small The walls are thin, the eyes are deep They’re watching every soul asleep The ghost is real, the trap is set In every screen and every net We’re living in the silent grid! Searching for the things they hid! The masters of the grand design Are crossing every sacred line! It’s a justified alarm In the circle of their harm! They frame the narrative and sell the painted lie While thermal lenses track the movement of the eye A manufactured crisis in a velvet glove They’re stripping every freedom that we used to love It’s not a theory when the evidence is clear They’ve built a kingdom on the architecture of fear The walls are thin, the eyes are deep They’re watching every soul asleep The ghost is real, the trap is set In every screen and every net We’re living in the silent grid! Searching for the things they hid! The masters of the grand design Are crossing every sacred line! It’s a justified alarm In the circle of their harm! The sky is cold, the pulse is slow There’s nowhere left for us to go But underneath the iron weight We’re waking up before it’s late! We’re living in the silent grid! Searching for the things they hid! The masters of the grand design Are crossing every sacred line! It’s a justified alarm In the circle of their harm! They’re watching... The grid is on... One inch of light...

Composición musical, estilo glam-rock. Lirica: I’m tracing outlines of a ghost upon the sheets Collecting echoes of the names I won’t repeat I found a locket in the dust of our collapse A broken compass and some faded, bleeding maps I keep the fever and the salt of every tear A lonely king of every day and every year Hungry for a heartbeat, I am drifting through the rain A beggar for your mercy, just to numb this hollow pain Give me one more shadow, give me one more trace I’m haunting every corner, I’m searching every place A scavenger of feelings, a ghost upon the track Taking what you’ve wasted and I’m never looking back I’ve got a cellar filled with kisses turned to stone The heavy silence of a ringing telephone I’m hoarding whispers of the nights we used to steal The only evidence of everything we’d feel It’s crowded in the dark with ghosts I used to know But they’re the only ones who never let me go Staring at the ceiling of a sky that’s turning black A Diogenes of old flames, with a heavy, broken pack Give me one more shadow, give me one more trace I’m haunting every corner, I’m searching every place A scavenger of feelings, a ghost upon the track Taking what you’ve wasted and I’m never looking back The more I gather, the more I start to see This house of ruins is a part of me I’m building walls from everything I lost And I don’t mind the winter or the frost Walking through the shelter of the fire I once led A homeless man of passion, with a smile for all that’s dead Give me one more shadow, give me one more trace I’m haunting every corner, I’m searching every place I lived it all so deeply, I felt it all so true I’m a beggar of the ghosts... but I’m richer than you! I lived it all... The beautiful wreckage... My golden ruins...

Composición musical, fusión de estilos, Avant-garde metal/rock alternativo. Lirica: The needle is dancing in a circle of salt Waiting for the rhythm to find a new fault The shadow of the rider is etched in the sand But the reins are slipping right out of my hand A slow-motion panic, a beautiful lie Tracing the vapor across the black sky I’m holding the silence like a loaded gun Waiting for the moment to finally run The rush is a predator, the pulse is a blade Cutting through the layers of the choices I made The fever is rising, the structure is gone I’m screaming at the ceiling for a different dawn Push the internal, break the external The speed of the ghost is eternal I’ve studied the blueprints of every mistake Building a surface that’s ready to break You call it a cure, I call it a cage The ink is still wet on a corrupted page The calm is a curtain, the peace is a mask I’m finishing the bottle, I’m finishing the task The gears are accelerating, the friction is real I’m finally feeling what I’m supposed to feel The rush is a predator, the pulse is a blade Cutting through the layers of the choices I made The fever is rising, the structure is gone I’m screaming at the ceiling for a different dawn Push the internal, break the external The speed of the ghost is eternal Break the rhythm Burn the wire Higher Higher The rush is a predator, the pulse is a blade Cutting through the layers of the choices I made The fever is rising, the structure is gone I’m screaming at the ceiling for a different dawn Push the internal, break the external The speed of the ghost is eternal Inject the chaos Surrender the lead The riot is the only thing That I’ll ever need

Composición musical, estilo groove metal. Lirica: Same street corner feels like I’ve been here before Faces in the crowd I swear I’ve met in some lost war Words they never said still echo in my head Moments I can’t place keep pulling at the thread Every shadow whispers secrets I can’t name Every second bends and nothing feels the same Schrödinger’s ghost, trapped between the lines Red pill or the blue, which reality is mine? Flashpoint in my veins, life just hit reset These strangers feel like echoes from a life I can’t forget Am I alive or dead, caught inside the dream? Nothing’s what it seems Yesterday’s tomorrow bleeds into today People that I know act like they’ve walked this road my way Did we burn this bridge in another skin and time? Or is my mind just folding, crossing every line? Every mirror cracks but never shows the truth Every heartbeat skips like I’ve been here since my youth Schrödinger’s ghost, trapped between the lines Red pill or the blue, which reality is mine? Flashpoint in my veins, life just hit reset These strangers feel like echoes from a life I can’t forget Am I alive or dead, caught inside the dream? Nothing’s what it seems Schrödinger’s ghost, trapped between the lines Red pill or the blue, which reality is mine? Flashpoint in my veins, life just hit reset These strangers feel like echoes from a life I can’t forget Am I alive or dead, caught inside the dream? Nothing’s what it seems Nothing’s what it seems... Nothing’s what it seems...