Album two
Tisha
A quieter and sharper collection built around disguise, leverage, silence, and the cost of moving through courts that reward cruelty.
These tracks sit beside Tisha: Shadow Dancer and follow her through the rooms where performance matters more than honesty.
Immersion beyond the page
Krovaris Soundtracks
The soundtracks do not replace the books. They deepen the dark atmosphere, extend your time in the world, and reinforce the emotional identity of Krovaris.
Spoiler warning: the Tisha track order follows the book closely and reveals events after the chapters listed below.
The Quiet Before the Lie
after chapter 1
A mourning song about the kind of violence that tries to become policy.
The Quiet Before the Lie
after chapter 1
A mourning song about the kind of violence that tries to become policy.
Smoke in the stone
Ash in my hands
No prayers left
No gods that stand
They wrapped her in linen
Spoke of peace
Spoke of mercy
Spoke of release
I watched the flame
Burn what was kind
Fire is honest
Nothing else is
She burns
The world stays cold
I stand
I do not fold
Bartos won’t speak
His eyes don’t move
War took a breath
And left a wound
They say it was fate
They say it was war
I say I remember
And I keep the score
She burns
The world stays cold
I stand
I do not fold
The Circle of Feathers
after chapter 6
A courtly mask-song about performance, leverage, and learning to move without being read.
The Circle of Feathers
after chapter 6
A courtly mask-song about performance, leverage, and learning to move without being read.
Feathers on the stage
Silk across the floor
Applause is currency
Nothing more
They watch the spin
They miss the blade
Light in their eyes
Deals are made
I brought will
They gave me skill
I gave them silence
They liked it still
I came unarmed
I left with daggers
I came with doubt
They gave me purpose
No praise
No chains
Only work
Carmel speaks in measured tone
Tyson moves the board
The boy stands where he is told
No wasted word
We dance at dusk
We cut by night
Cities cheer
They never see
Plumes above
Steel below
Smile wide
Move slow
No mercy asked
No mercy shown
I came unarmed
I left with daggers
I came with doubt
They gave me purpose
No praise
No chains
Only work
Feathers fall
Blades stay
Madame Sissi
after chapter 6
A silk-coated control song about choosing the room before the room chooses you.
Madame Sissi
after chapter 6
A silk-coated control song about choosing the room before the room chooses you.
Silk and silver, candlelight
Every gaze is mine tonight
I move like I don’t mean to stay
A borrowed smile, a polished sway
You think you see a softer side
I let you look. I let it slide
I dance for the court tonight
Beneath a hundred eyes
Come closer, take my hand
I choose who gets to stand
Painted lips and borrowed grace
Gone the moment I leave that place
The silk comes off. No witness left
The smile is gone. The will is set
When the lights go out, I’m gone
No eyes can follow me
Not coins. Not things to hold
I take the truth you hide
The Weight of the Asset
after chapter 8
A mission song about salvage, obedience, and the ugly arithmetic of preservation.
The Weight of the Asset
after chapter 8
A mission song about salvage, obedience, and the ugly arithmetic of preservation.
Grey dusk bleeding into night
Dust on the road. Hooves keep the time
Blue cloth raised. Urgent sign
A life to salvage
An asset reclaimed
Whatever the cost
the shadow is named
Life in one hand
Death in the other
Hold to the mission
Take back what they hold
No room for clean hands
No time for delay
The first blade opened
the rest of the way
All men must hunger
I only wait
Through the gloaming
poison finds the pot
A few breaths more
They fall to the floor
Now the stage is mine
The world forgotten
The cook eats first
She falls
But her thread
is not cut tonight
A living alibi
or worse to come
Plans break apart
when steel must speak
Blades resolve
what shadows conceal
Death in one hand
Life in the other
Hold to the mission
Take back what they hold
Back to the silence
The Circle awaits
A Feather’s fate
turns bitter at the gates
In the Circle
gratitude is hollow
Debts are paid
in secrets
Your hour strikes
The web is spun
And when the dance ends
I come to collect
Ink and Blood
after chapter 11
A polished betrayal song about contracts, surfaces, and the cost of reading before touching.
Ink and Blood
after chapter 11
A polished betrayal song about contracts, surfaces, and the cost of reading before touching.
Ink on the page
Gold in the light
A seal pressed down
A hall of stone
A favor written
Is never alone
They bow to shine
They trust the weight
Every contract
Opens a gate
A gift raised high
A polished lie
Too smooth the hand
Too calm the eye
Ink and blood
They move as one
Sign the line
The work is done
Gold on the surface
Hollow inside
Poison waiting
For skin to decide
One second shifts
One breath allowed
My dagger flies
The idol hits ground
Silence breaks
Faces turn
Truth spills faster
Than gold can fall
Hands seize
Names fall
No blade drawn
Ink and blood
Same silent flood
Sign the line
Know the cost
I read before touch
Twelve in the Garden
after chapter 14
A house-of-control song about ownership, service, and the violence hidden under politeness.
Twelve in the Garden
after chapter 14
A house-of-control song about ownership, service, and the violence hidden under politeness.
Iron on skin
A click
A court that smiles
I followed the trail toward Brithen
The road bent south and turned to stone
I sat at the table
I wrote my name
The page went dark
My hands stopped being mine
They called it service
They meant ownership
Twelve in the garden. Keep it seen
Serve. Endure. Keep it clean
No noise. No slip
Remember why
A metal vest, fitted like law
He tightened it by measured turns, day by day
The court looked away on schedule
Twelve mounds behind trimmed hedges
One of them was my aunt
His wife limped through dinners
pulled by a hidden tension she could not stop
I took the names. The route. The proof
Then I ended him
She took the key
Traction released
Twelve in the garden. Still they stand
Serve. Endure. It was the plan
No noise. No slip
Now the house changes hands
I left the cuffs on the floor
I left with what I came for
South
Dance with Daggers
after chapter 18
A kinetic ambush song about the body remembering what the mind has to choose in an instant.
Dance with Daggers
after chapter 18
A kinetic ambush song about the body remembering what the mind has to choose in an instant.
Two blades. One breath
One cut. No regret
Two blades. One breath
Wheels stop
Night holds
New hands on the reins
Old kind of rot
He marks the cargo
Three women
And me
Shoulders low
Step in
Closer
Closer
Count the space
Pick the spot
End it clean
Dance of daggers in the dark
No mercy. No mark
Cut the lie where it runs
Burn the cart when it’s done
Dance of daggers in the dark
No mercy. No mark
Dark brush and shadow
He runs. I close in
Steel hits bone. No scream
The rest falls quiet
Two blades. One breath
One cut. No regret
The Island That Screams
after chapter 29
A horror-of-supply song about hidden cruelty, ritualized pain, and burning the system down.
The Island That Screams
after chapter 29
A horror-of-supply song about hidden cruelty, ritualized pain, and burning the system down.
Quiet dock
Salt air
A hill of stone
pretends it’s not there
Nets dry. Lanterns sway
Cups clink at the dockside tavern
Boats leave heavy
Boats return light
Questions learn to stay polite
Only certain guests
find an island like this
Keep him breathing. Keep it fed
Roots in the ribs. Blood in the red
No mercy clause. No holy sound
Just steady hands below the ground
Wet stone. Rust air
Steps measured like a shift change
Calm voices over suffering
as if pain was inventory
Roots held his ribs open
Warm blood into sealed glass
Counted. Shipped
A throne paid in silence
I cut the loop
Heart stops. Roots go slack
One breath of stillness
Keep him breathing. Now he’s dead
Roots in the ribs. Blood left red
No mercy clause. The wards go down
Smoke in the keep. Fire wraps around
They don’t know my face
They only see the glow
One source removed
The system stays
The Book That Shouldn’t Be Read
after chapter 33
A ritual-knowledge song about cost, blood, and the danger of asking the stone to answer.
The Book That Shouldn’t Be Read
after chapter 33
A ritual-knowledge song about cost, blood, and the danger of asking the stone to answer.
Stone steps
Cold air
We went down
Stone steps
On her wrist: blood in the cut.
The stone book moved.
You don’t read this. You pay
Wear the bracelet. Pay the blood. Take the voice
Stone won’t open for prayers or choice
It drank the red like debt
Then Lentris changed
Eyes on the page. Then on me
Not asking. Deciding
A mother’s mind
Settled in her hands
And I measured
What that makes her
Wear the bracelet
Pay the blood
Take the voice
Stone won’t open for prayers or choice
The chamber stayed cold.
The key kept bleeding.
No Place to Stand
after finishing the book
A final aftermath song about crowns, strings, and the quiet refusal to remain inside the web.
No Place to Stand
after finishing the book
A final aftermath song about crowns, strings, and the quiet refusal to remain inside the web.
Ash in the air
A clean throne
A voice learning to command
I brought her the crown
She brought me a leash
A leash is still a leash
when it’s made of silk
A message for Bartos
Two words: "Take care
A dagger on her table
A Morhalis brooch pinned down: "Debt paid
Names don’t survive crowns
Maila, Sissi, Pontrê
Tyson gave the last one: Shadow Dancer
No stage
No colors
No place to stand
In the trees, a spider worked
Thread by thread
Patient. Silent
The web is yours, Lentris
I’m gone. Not free