Some tracks are born from emotion. Others from instinct.
Umbrae Interius comes from the depths.
This piece dives straight into a mystical and oppressive atmosphere, built around heavy Phonk elements intertwined with psalmodic Latin chants. These voices are not just decorative. They represent a battle, a ritual, a confrontation with the parts of ourselves we spend a lifetime avoiding.
From the first seconds, the track sets the tone. Something ancient wakes up. Something within.
The Sound of Inner Conflict
The core idea behind Umbrae Interius is the struggle against internal monsters. Not creatures made of claws and teeth, but doubts, fears, and memories with sharp edges.
The layered Latin vocals arranged in canon reinforce that tension, as if several versions of the same self were speaking, chanting, or arguing in unison.
Every drum hit mirrors a heartbeat under pressure.
Every bass drop feels like a step deeper into unknown territory.
Every whispered harmony glows like a distant light.
It is not a track that comforts. It unsettles to reveal something honest.
Latin as a Voice of the Soul
The use of Latin was intentional.
A sacred language.
A cold language.
A timeless language.
The lyrics are a prayer, a warning, and a declaration of strength. They tell of a monster in the dark, of a heart torn apart, of the courage to walk through shadows without fear.
The track becomes a ritual of resilience. A reminder that inner darkness does not exist to consume us but to be acknowledged and understood.
An Experience Meant for Immersion
As with many of my darker compositions, Umbrae Interius reveals its full power through headphones.
The spatialized voices, subtle textures, and deep frequencies are designed to surround the listener and create a full sensory immersion.
It’s not background music.
It is a descent, an exploration, an emotional encounter.
If you take the time to listen closely, you may find your own meaning hidden between the lines and echoes.
Lyrics
In tenebris latet monstrum,
Cordis mei lacerator.
Ego pugno, ego clamo,
Sed silet mundus frigidus.
Oscula mortis appropinquant,
Sed ignis animæ resistit.
Inter umbras ego ambulo,
Nihil metuens, nihil fugiens.
Silentium frangit vocem,
Ferro, flamma, fortitudine.
Victor non sum, nec victus ero,
Sed iter ad lucem inveniam.