Forelunar – Beloved and a Thousand Seraphim

“Beloved and a Thousand Seraphim” is dedicated to all brave women of Iran who have paid and are still paying the hefty price of liberty with their lives. It’s a romantic remembrance of Mahsa, Nika, Sarina, Mehrshad and all those beautiful souls who perished in the inhumane savagery of the fanatic scourge in my motherland.

The album will be available for free. Any purchases are much appreciated as always. But the goal of this work is to pay my respects to those brave ladies of Iran and all the lionhearted youth who have been fighting to defeat the invading blind zealots, and also share their epic tales of glory, in life and death, with anyone who might hear my chants.

Lastly, I have to thank Mahshid for her wonderful illustration of our common beloved, Mother Persia, and all her children who have been martyred to become roses of hope on the grey fields of despair.

For Woman.
For Life.
For Freedom.
For Persia.

برای ماهرخان، نیک‌سرشتان، مهرشادان و همه آن برنایانی که در راه آزادی، با دلدادگی در خون خویشتن پا کوفتند و میکوبند

زن – زندگی – آزادی

Urnscent – The Eldritch Mist (EP)

Upon the ruins of centuries gone, breatheth the eldritch mist
In heart o’ which, slumbereth many a soul forever whist
How triumphant, the sinister howls o’ the trumpets o’ sheerest despair!
How wondrous its shards of frozen zephyr, the greatest of mysteries!

This EP was trapped in a state of creation for years. So much has happened since the first ideas for this singular beast of ours sparkled. Humanity has gone through the most bizarre times of the past few decades and this EP was shaped by the remains of those times.
Due to various reasons, primarily personal, this work wasn’t meant to be released. However, when we went through a retrospective of what we had done and what we still yearned to achieve, it was decided that the EP would be released as a final statement to Urnscent’s era of the trinity, for this song would be the last to feature Black One as a member of Urnscent, as he has decided to pursue other areas of his interests. We can only wish him the best and sit and wait for the next endeavour that the world puts on our path.

“The Eldritch Mist” is a celebration of the perpetual element of all creation, Death, in five chapters and for that, we decided to use one of the well-known pieces of poetry by the late writer, Edgar Allan Poe (1809 – 1849), titled “Spirits of the Dead”.

Death is the key to the greatest of revelations!

Désespéré – A Zeal for Quietus (Full album)

“Looking through the mirrors of the inner self, I found a crawling void, slowly devouring my organs and leaving behind only emptiness. Then I knew, that all that existed, was merely a lie. Life was just the embodiment of pain and misery.

And only then, I looked for a way out, a zeal for quietus…”

This is the first album of Désespéré, the diary of a shattered mind, a wounded soul, lost in the darkness…

Neonscepter – Retrospectre

A prequel to the tangled tale of Neonscepter, a deserted neon-human from a far future, where great minds, those which can illustrate ineffable landscapes, are captured by the authoritative forces and then turned into metaphysical weapons of war and conquest.

This is an autobiography of a lonely neon-human, from the time he was merely a dreaming human being to the era of tyranny and terror. A nostalgic trip to the utmost depths of one’s soul, who yearns the warm days and colourful nights.

Neonscepter is the Retrospectre.

PS. The music on Retrospectre is an experimental blending of synthwave and black metal, in order to create a unique atmosphere of the conflict between light and darkness.

Neonscepter – Retrosphere

As Neonscepter drifted through the dream waves and experienced memories and humane emotions, an old threat showed up: The Nightspeed, his neon-dark counterpart, who was the most fearsome dream-killer and a servant of tyranny in the future world, traced him in between the everflowing realities and travelled in time and space to put an end to the multiversal wanderer’s aspiring journey.

Here, on this bridge, during a rainy night, with sirens and city whispers coming from afar, they have encountered each other for one last time. One must eliminate the other, if this neverending cycle of chase and run is to end.

But will it ever?…