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Ajin Khan carves law from chaos. Where melody bleeds and wrath speaks, a voice rises — solemn, violent, divine.

Melodic death. Groove. Speed. Power. Metal reborn.

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Track 2: Rooms Without A Voice Lyrics


Night crawls in through fractured panes
Cold breath fogs my window frame
Knuckles bleed on words unsaid
Built my throne where hope lay dead
Laughter dries like poisoned wine
Names I carved now lost in time
Truths I wore like brittle skin
Crushed beneath what's deep within

And I don’t ask why — not anymore
You took the key and locked the door

I sleep with eyes that never close
Where silence stings and sorrow grows
No prayers for me, no final rites
Just scorched remains of ruined nights

Glass beneath a hollow tread
Step by step, I raise the dead
Smiles that rot behind the veil
Hope’s a spark I tried to nail
Pulse is calm but soul's unrested
Every breath is self-contested
Burned the pages, left the ink
Now I’m drowning where I sink

And I don’t ask why — not anymore
You fed the flame and shut the door

I sleep with eyes that never close
Where silence stings and sorrow grows
No prayers for me, no final rites
Just scorched remains of ruined nights

No throne, no crown, no deathbed bloom
Just the scent of loss in every room
If this is life, then let it break
One last breath I didn’t fake

I sleep with eyes that never close
Where silence stings and sorrow grows
No grave too deep, no light to find
Just ash and rust inside my mind