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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 4: Salt Skin Lyrics


Your name still sears across my flesh
Like salted wounds that never rest
The ache I breathe with every breath—
It whispers slow, it outlives death

It’s not a scream, it’s not a flame
It’s deeper — carved into my name

Salt skin — dead light
Fractured hands, sleepless nights
Every ghost you gave
Still burns beneath the ice
Salt skin — no voice
But the silence is knives
You're the wound I trace
That never leaves..
alive

I wear the scent like battle scars
A prison stitched from who you are
You blur, but never far enough
You fade, but still — you cut too rough

You're absence dressed in cruel disguise
A touch that lingers, never dies

Salt skin — dim flame
No gods left to blame
I don’t bleed — I remain
With the mark you gave
In the blood, in the name...
Salt skin. Your flame. My cage.