Inhumanity’s Black Flame
A Requiem of Fire, for the Ones the World Forgot
By Shane
I didn’t write Inhumanity’s Black Flame to entertain you. I wrote it to haunt you.
This is not just an album. This is a graveyard of sound. A five-act funeral liturgy for a world that chose silence when it should have screamed. It is the Holocaust retold through a war-torn symphony of metal, classical sorrow, blues, and dread—because there aren’t words left in any one genre to carry what needed to be said.
Each act drags you deeper into the machinery of genocide: the isolation, the propaganda, the psychological fracture, the death camps, the marches, the fire, the ash, the empty skies. This is not history. This is prophecy.
We are not looking back. We are looking into the mirror.
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Why Did I Write This?
Because I know what it’s like to be silenced.
Because I know what it’s like to have your humanity stolen.
Because I was a boy whose stepfather abused him and called it love.
Because I was twelve when pornography was forced on me and my soul broke in half.
Because no one came.
Because I know the sound of being forgotten.
The ghetto walls may have collapsed, the ovens cold, but the spirit of dehumanization is alive and well. It's just wearing better clothes. It walks in digital silence, in echo chambers, in bloodless ideologies that flatten real people into faceless labels. It thrives where truth gets uncomfortable and we look away.
Inhumanity’s Black Flame was born from this knowing.
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What Is This Project?
This is five acts, over 90 songs, written as a multi-genre concept series chronicling the Holocaust year by year. Each album captures a single year of descent, each track carved from historical reality and emotional aftermath.
Act I – 1941: The Isolation Begins – Propaganda, ghettos, psychological erosion.
Act II – 1942: The Descent into Horror – The camps. The trains. The numbness.
Act III – 1943: Resistance Ignites – Uprisings. Hope flickering in the dark.
Act IV – 1944: Zenith of Annihilation – The Final Solution in full force.
Act V – 1945: Ashes and Reckoning – Liberation? Or aftermath? Can you ever be free from a wound like this?
There are no easy answers. There never were.
This isn’t a “Holocaust soundtrack.” It’s a symphonic resistance. An invocation. A reckoning. It’s blues guitar crying over scorched ground, doom metal dragging your soul through Birkenau, and orchestral movements screaming in tongues the world no longer understands.
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Who Is It For?
The intercessors. The prophets. The wounded. The ones who feel what others refuse to.
It’s for the misfits who can’t unsee the evil in plain sight.
It’s for the artists who want their work to bleed.
It’s for the Christian who’s tired of plastic worship and safe songs.
It’s for the Holocaust survivor and their children and their children's children.
It’s for the child inside me who still remembers the silence.
If you want clean, polished, hopeful answers—you won’t find them here. This work burns. And it should.
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What Do I Want From You?
Don’t listen casually.
Don’t scroll past.
Don’t say “that’s heavy” and move on.
Feel it. Let it sit in your chest like lead. Let it crawl under your skin. Let it infect your dreams. Then ask yourself: where am I silent today? What evil have I grown numb to?
This is more than remembrance. It’s resistance. Every act of cruelty begins with forgetting. With numbing. With turning people into shadows.
This album is a sword against that.
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Final Words
I know record labels won’t want this. I know mainstream listeners might run.
Let them.
I’m not here for applause. I’m here for truth.
And truth has a cost.
This is Inhumanity’s Black Flame.
And it will burn—until the silence breaks.
A Requiem of Fire, for the Ones the World Forgot
By Shane
I didn’t write Inhumanity’s Black Flame to entertain you. I wrote it to haunt you.
This is not just an album. This is a graveyard of sound. A five-act funeral liturgy for a world that chose silence when it should have screamed. It is the Holocaust retold through a war-torn symphony of metal, classical sorrow, blues, and dread—because there aren’t words left in any one genre to carry what needed to be said.
Each act drags you deeper into the machinery of genocide: the isolation, the propaganda, the psychological fracture, the death camps, the marches, the fire, the ash, the empty skies. This is not history. This is prophecy.
We are not looking back. We are looking into the mirror.
---
Why Did I Write This?
Because I know what it’s like to be silenced.
Because I know what it’s like to have your humanity stolen.
Because I was a boy whose stepfather abused him and called it love.
Because I was twelve when pornography was forced on me and my soul broke in half.
Because no one came.
Because I know the sound of being forgotten.
The ghetto walls may have collapsed, the ovens cold, but the spirit of dehumanization is alive and well. It's just wearing better clothes. It walks in digital silence, in echo chambers, in bloodless ideologies that flatten real people into faceless labels. It thrives where truth gets uncomfortable and we look away.
Inhumanity’s Black Flame was born from this knowing.
---
What Is This Project?
This is five acts, over 90 songs, written as a multi-genre concept series chronicling the Holocaust year by year. Each album captures a single year of descent, each track carved from historical reality and emotional aftermath.
Act I – 1941: The Isolation Begins – Propaganda, ghettos, psychological erosion.
Act II – 1942: The Descent into Horror – The camps. The trains. The numbness.
Act III – 1943: Resistance Ignites – Uprisings. Hope flickering in the dark.
Act IV – 1944: Zenith of Annihilation – The Final Solution in full force.
Act V – 1945: Ashes and Reckoning – Liberation? Or aftermath? Can you ever be free from a wound like this?
There are no easy answers. There never were.
This isn’t a “Holocaust soundtrack.” It’s a symphonic resistance. An invocation. A reckoning. It’s blues guitar crying over scorched ground, doom metal dragging your soul through Birkenau, and orchestral movements screaming in tongues the world no longer understands.
---
Who Is It For?
The intercessors. The prophets. The wounded. The ones who feel what others refuse to.
It’s for the misfits who can’t unsee the evil in plain sight.
It’s for the artists who want their work to bleed.
It’s for the Christian who’s tired of plastic worship and safe songs.
It’s for the Holocaust survivor and their children and their children's children.
It’s for the child inside me who still remembers the silence.
If you want clean, polished, hopeful answers—you won’t find them here. This work burns. And it should.
---
What Do I Want From You?
Don’t listen casually.
Don’t scroll past.
Don’t say “that’s heavy” and move on.
Feel it. Let it sit in your chest like lead. Let it crawl under your skin. Let it infect your dreams. Then ask yourself: where am I silent today? What evil have I grown numb to?
This is more than remembrance. It’s resistance. Every act of cruelty begins with forgetting. With numbing. With turning people into shadows.
This album is a sword against that.
---
Final Words
I know record labels won’t want this. I know mainstream listeners might run.
Let them.
I’m not here for applause. I’m here for truth.
And truth has a cost.
This is Inhumanity’s Black Flame.
And it will burn—until the silence breaks.
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