Eyes cannot see, Life is over

This is over, You're lying, You mama-fucker die

We knows every secrets, Power of shadows

Capitalism is over, Rise like lions.

Until Poetry Stops is a symphonic ritual about endurance.

Not the endurance of strength, but the endurance of presence.

Each movement traces a state where language collapses, where meaning fractures, where poetry loses its voice. Yet beneath this erosion, the heart continues its work. It does not argue. It does not explain. It beats.

These symphonies are not narratives. They are conditions.

Clarity. Suspension. Weight. Continuation.

This album exists in the space where expression fails, and only rhythm remains.

Where silence becomes heavier than sound.

Where the heart keeps beating until poetry stops.

Until Poetry Stops is a symphonic ritual about endurance.

Not the endurance of strength, but the endurance of presence.

Each movement traces a state where language collapses, where meaning fractures, where poetry loses its voice. Yet beneath this erosion, the heart continues its work. It does not argue. It does not explain. It beats.

These symphonies are not narratives. They are conditions.

Clarity. Suspension. Weight. Continuation.

This album exists in the space where expression fails, and only rhythm remains.

Where silence becomes heavier than sound.

Where the heart keeps beating until poetry stops.

Until Poetry Stops is a symphonic ritual about endurance.

Not the endurance of strength, but the endurance of presence.

Each movement traces a state where language collapses, where meaning fractures, where poetry loses its voice. Yet beneath this erosion, the heart continues its work. It does not argue. It does not explain. It beats.

These symphonies are not narratives. They are conditions.

Clarity. Suspension. Weight. Continuation.

This album exists in the space where expression fails, and only rhythm remains.

Where silence becomes heavier than sound.

Where the heart keeps beating until poetry stops.

Until Poetry Stops is a symphonic ritual about endurance.

Not the endurance of strength, but the endurance of presence.

Each movement traces a state where language collapses, where meaning fractures, where poetry loses its voice. Yet beneath this erosion, the heart continues its work. It does not argue. It does not explain. It beats.

These symphonies are not narratives. They are conditions.

Clarity. Suspension. Weight. Continuation.

This album exists in the space where expression fails, and only rhythm remains.

Where silence becomes heavier than sound.

Where the heart keeps beating until poetry stops.

@holdkedveset - Trying To Not Understand You To Protect You

Christmas Gift [Free Download]

I did not write this track to explain anything.
I wrote it to survive what could not be understood.

There is a point where understanding becomes violence against the self.
Where searching for meaning inside another person turns into self erosion.
This piece was born exactly there. In the moment I chose not to know anymore.

Trying to not understand you was not denial.
It was a conscious retreat.
A protective silence.
A refusal to keep tearing myself open in the name of clarity.

Inside pain does not always scream.
Sometimes it loops quietly.
Thoughts circling the same unanswered questions until the body learns to shut the door.
This track is that door closing. Slowly. Repeatedly. Without drama.

The rhythm here is not movement forward.
It is containment.
Each repetition is a boundary.
Each layer is a decision to stop digging where nothing but loss waits.

This is not Techno as escape.
It is Techno as restraint.
As discipline.
As an inner structure built to hold what would otherwise collapse.

I did not want to understand you anymore.
Because understanding was costing me myself.
And self preservation is not cruelty.
It is necessity.

This track lives in that space.
Between love and withdrawal.
Between curiosity and self defense.
Between feeling everything and choosing to feel less.

This is not healing.
It is protection.

COVENANT

The new EP by HOLDKEDVESET

This release is about the quiet promises we make with ourselves — the kind we carry through heartbreak, growth, and silence.

It’s not loud. It’s not trying to explain everything.

It just speaks honestly, in sound.

“Falling Stars” is about the beauty and sadness of letting go — watching something you once believed in slowly drift away. It holds that strange mix of peace and pain when something ends, but still means something.

“One Simple Moment” is centered on presence. That fleeting second when everything feels real and still. It's about noticing the now — how one moment, even the smallest one, can stay with you forever.

COVENANT is a personal reflection. A quiet, emotional landscape for those who move through life deeply — who feel everything, even when no one’s watching.

These tracks are made for the in-between spaces.

For late nights, long thoughts, and quite realizations.

@holdkedveset

COVENANT

The new EP by HOLDKEDVESET

This release is about the quiet promises we make with ourselves — the kind we carry through heartbreak, growth, and silence.

It’s not loud. It’s not trying to explain everything.

It just speaks honestly, in sound.

“Falling Stars” is about the beauty and sadness of letting go — watching something you once believed in slowly drift away. It holds that strange mix of peace and pain when something ends, but still means something.

“One Simple Moment” is centered on presence. That fleeting second when everything feels real and still. It's about noticing the now — how one moment, even the smallest one, can stay with you forever.

COVENANT is a personal reflection. A quiet, emotional landscape for those who move through life deeply — who feel everything, even when no one’s watching.

These tracks are made for the in-between spaces.

For late nights, long thoughts, and quite realizations.

@holdkedveset

"OBSIDIAN SOUL"

@holdkedveset x @ladasa

"Cut from fire. Forged in war."

"OBSIDIAN SOUL" is a raw, industrial techno track born from the aftermath of war and emotional collapse. Built with crushing beats and haunting vocals, it's the echo of two artists who’ve walked through hell — HOLDKEDVESET and LADASA. A fusion of pain, rage, and reflection, the track twists through pulses of mind-bending textures and leaves you unsettled. It’s not just a song — it’s a wound still bleeding on the dance-floor.

Concept:

This song began during a time of silence after chaos — both artists had been through the storm of war, not just around them, but inside them.

"OBSIDIAN SOUL" became the name because it mirrors what was left behind: something sharp, beautiful, and born of violent heat.

This isn’t about healing — it’s about standing in the smoke, eyes open, heart broken, and voice full of rage. It’s love, twisted. It's trust, betrayed. It’s war, not only on the outside — but inside a connection that couldn’t survive the fire.

YouTube:

https://youtu.be/cXeX68n9mKo?si=bN7oi_qUss0EX2f3

Lyrics:

Verse1:

I gave you the light when my world went dark,

You lit the fuse then you left the spark,

You watched me fall with a frozen grin,

Now I spit truth with a knife in skin.

You wrote fake love in a war-time note,

I read every line like a suicide quote.

You broke that bond when the shots got loud —

Now I move through fire, no fear, no crowd.

I talk to ghosts when I write these bars,

Each line is a scar from your metal heart.

Obsidian soul, now I sharpen my edge,

This track’s my revenge, and the mic’s my pledge.

Flow:

I saw your face when the sky went black

I held your hand, but you stabbed my back

You said it’s love, but your mouth was cold

Your words were fire, your heart was sold

Verse:

You called it love, but you set that trap,

Told me “run free” with a chain in the back.

You smiled like gods, but you moved like snakes,

Now I build my name from the cracks you break.

I bled in silence, you danced on the floor,

Now the beat hits hard and I settle the score.

You left me dead in a dreamless night,

Now I drop these lines like a fist in a fight.

Bridge:

You said forever — in a world that burned

I held your shadow, while you let it turn

In 'Power Of Shadows', I plunge into the darkness of my own psyche, where the void echoes with the whispers of forgotten memories and the weight of existential dread.

This album is a sonic exorcism, a ritualistic incantation that conjures the shadows of our collective unconscious, where the rational and irrational coalesce in a dance of despair and ecstasy.

Through distorted synths and pounding beats, I channel the emotional turmoil of being lost in a world that's rapidly unraveling its own fabric, where technology and nature are entwined in a twisted embrace of symbiosis and decay.

The result is a sonic tapestry woven from the very threads of our shared humanity, a cathartic scream into the void that yearns for connection in a world that's increasingly devoid of it.

@holdkedveset