The Archive of Rituals
Every song is a spell, every fragment a passage.
This is where they gather: the full collection of sounds, words, and confessions.
Here you can wander through the entire archive. Each entry holds its own ritual: a lyric, a story, a song. If you’re drawn to a particular style, explore the categories // dark folk, moodscapes, industrial noir // and let the sound find you.
Ask me to Die
With a scab and shutter, we get pulled down under
In a sea of memories that cut but never bleed
The lies they told me
Remember when the eyes were watching you
So you hid yourself inside a song
