Venomous Sin – Official Site
Ever Felt Too Angry, Too Real, or Too Fucking Much Just For Telling The Truth?
This Is the Sound of Everything You’ve Been Told to Swallow — Spat Back in Their Face!
So What The Fuck Is Venomous Sin?
Venomous Sin is what happens when two metalheads snap and refuse to shut up about the bullshit we're fed every single day. It's all a lie. You’ve been lied to. On a daily basis. And worse, they expect you to believe it all. Hide your pain and just swallow the crap will you bleed inside.
You are told to fit in the "mold". They tell you how to dress, to smile and say everything is fantastic when it's not. They tell you what music you should listen to. So called "social codes" and sublte geastures that you are suppose to follow like a trained pupped. Shut up, obey, smile, fit in. Otherwise? They bully you through exlusion, subtle hints and they make you look difficult. They make YOU the problem for speaking your mind and call out wrongdoings.
They basically expect you to bend over, kneel, bleed AND smile while doing it.
We, REFUSE TO KNEEL!
Dear Cursed Sinner,
Re: You’re not too much or too difficult. You’re what they fear.
They want silence. — Quiet submission to the system, their mold.
They want unity — their kind. Their rules, otherwise. Exclusion.
They're inclusive — Until you don't fit into their mold.
They want to dress you up in politeness, have you tamed. They want to have you under control so you continue to play by their rules. No matter if you're slowly dying inside. They want harmony, control, silent power and YOU to "stay positive"
Until... They're The Ones BLeeding!
From: From Lina & Xavi in a dark apartment of unknown location
They told you rage was immature. That sorrow was weakness. That heartbreak is just a phase. They taught you to delete your story if it didn’t fit their polished narrative. And when you didn't agree, they said it was too much. Toointense. Too fucking uncomfortable. Because you hit the truth they avoid in their denial, you shattered their self-image..
They did all of that to us too. But we, turned to music.
Because in music you can say what you want. We're both deeply rooted in alternative music. He a furious metalhead, she a goth with more venom in her than a cobra. We hit back with lyrics could cut you open. A scream that says everything you were never allowed to.
This band was never supposed to exist. We didn’t have gear. We didn’t have lessons. We knew hot to scream. We couldn’t play. But we fucking felt everything — and that was enough.
We new how to write lyrics that cut. Ai became the instrument.
It Started With Pain - We Didn't Break,
We Burned The Fucking Door Down
How Two Outcasts Turned Pain Into Sound
and Built Something No One Would Dare Touch.
We’re Xavi, refererred to as the Lord by some and Lina Macabre. Not musicians. Not influencers. Just two fucked-off souls who never fit the mold. But who’ve always felt music in our bones. Just two people that never belonged in this world. Never agreed with it. But also never kneeled. We both carry trauma. Ugly fucking scars that never healed right.
We’ve never begged for attention, never chased a contract, never cared about validation. What we did care about — what we always cared about — was the kind of music that makes your lungs feel too small for your anger. The kind that doesn’t ask for permission before it cuts. That was our language. Long before we could speak it out loud.
We’ve loved music our whole lives. But loving it wasn’t enough. We couldn’t play. We weren’t “talented” in the way the system defines it. So we were told, directly and indirectly.
To Shut The Fuck Up And Just Listen
That it wasn’t for us. We felt every breakdown. Every lyric. Every scream. Gatekeepers who couldn’t create shit themselves — so they made a career out of stepping on others. For years we believed it to be true.
Until AI kicked the door in.
We found Suno by accident. We found each other again. We found everything we had buried under silence. And we took all of it — the trauma, the rage, the humiliation, the love, the war between us — and turned it into sound.
After being apart for nearly 12 years and ironically found our way back to eachother because of new traumas. We were sitting in a dark apartment. Drank beer and hated the world together. Thinking back on all the memories. How much we've hurt eachother in the past. And how much we hated being to told to shut up.
It started as a fun thing, but painful. We decided to to write every other verse each, like a dialogue and just write what we feel and not show it to eachother before we're done. The passion, the hurt, the love, the pain. Unfiltered. Then we wrote the chorus together.
This was the birth of our first song....
Poisoned Embrace
And We Knew Now, We Will NEVER Shut Up
Discovered Suno was like someone handed us the key to a vault we’d been screaming at for years. We poured everything into that first track — Poisoned Embrace. It wasn’t written to impress. It was written after a fight. A real one. Ugly. Honest. The kind of fight only two people who love each other too much can survive.
And it broke something open. The pain became melody. The guilt became verses. And AI became our instrument for giving a melody to our lyrics that let it fucking roar.
We made up the only way we know how: by bleeding into words. That song became Poisoned Embrace. A love song for the already damaged. A scream wrapped in melody. And people fucking heard it, especially after we made a video for it. With lines like.
"Your nails carve promises into my skin. Every touch a curse, every breath a sin."
"Your broken cries dance in my head. You want to leave but you crawl back instead."
"Poisoned Embrace, a deadly kiss. Wrapped in a hell we can't resist"
It spread. It cut deep. People could obviously relate.
It quickly hit thousands of views on YouTube.
And for the first time, we realized —we don’t need a scene.
We don’t need permission.
We just need our pain and a place to put it in front of people who can relate.
So We Built More, But Now It Wasn't Just About Twisted Love
Poisoned Embrace was released in November 2024. Christmas was around th corner so we made an album "Mistletoe of Torment: Santa’s War Factory" was a middle finger. It was about telling the truth. We hate Christmas. Not because of the season, it's dark. We like that — but because of what it demands.
Fake smiles. Forced affection. Sitting across from people who’ve hurt you just to “keep the peace.” And having to smile doing it. That album was a fuck you to silent agreements we’re expected to swallow.
Tracks like "Santa Will Rip You A Part", "A Very Horny Reindeer", Have a "Horrible Holiday", "Santa's Little Slut" was our way of defying everything.
And it peaked with "A Nuclear Attack for Christmas" which was a direct attack on all things about the "holy season".
Then The Fire Took Over
We Built Ai Versions of Ourselves as a Defiant Response to the Instagram Filter Culture
Poisoned Embrace hit people because it hit a nerve. People felt it. Because it was real. So we built more. We didn’t chase trends — we chased triggers.
We kept writing songs based on our inner dark emotions we were not allowed to say out loud.
"Saved in Shadows, Cursed in Blood."
"Rise of Lady Macabre."
"Macabre’s Revenge."
Not just songs. Chapters. A fucking saga. They told the story of Lina — not the character, but the woman. Once a bullied office worker, mocked, sexualized, gaslit. Abused in silence while HR smiled and whispered things like: “Don’t provoke.” “Try not to be dramatic.”, “Maybe tone it down.”
Xavi could relate from his own experiences. He got really pissed, this was exactly what happened to him growing up. But in his case teachers told him. "Don't take it too hard", "If you don't care they stop", "Don't shout". It cracked something open. And he wasn’t just pissed — he was fucking done watching and decided to act. The song "Wrath of the Lord" aims directly on his will to protect her. "Revenge of the Lord. "Fuck Your Filter" and "Compliance is a Corpse" are songs that came right from his trauma.
This was when...
Venomous Sin Declared War
So Who The Fuck Are We?
She was a bullied office worker. She got touched. Undermined. Talked over. Mocked. Spat at. And when she tried to scream, just to fucking defend herself, HR handed her a handbook on how to shut up prettier.
They wanted her silent, ignore that bullying was going on because it would make them look bad.
“Don’t provoke.”
“Don’t be dramatic.”
“Tone it down.”
The corporate gaslight. They acted like she was the one to blame. But darkness doesn’t need their approval. She became their venom. She became Lina Macabre. She became what they were afraid of. Not a victim.
And Xavi? Also bullied growing up. Gaslit. Punched at. Mocked. And when he finally fought back. He was told he was aggressive.
They wanted him to shut up and swallow.
"Don't be aggressive."
"Don't scream."
"Don't care, they stop."
"You're difficult."
But it didn't break him. He recalibrated. Found other ways of fighting back. Seeing what happened to Lina broke him more than what even happened to himself even if he hardly knew her at the point in time. He was wondering if that "fragile girl could take much more of their crap.
One Day He Caught The Bullies In Act And He Didn't Say "Tone It Down, Instead He Told The Bullies"
Touch Her Again And I'll Crucifuck You Right Here Against The Bathroom Wall
One day, he caught them. The ones who whispered behind her back. Who touched. Who laughed. Who didn’t think she’d fight back. He didn’t offer clichés. He caught the abusers in the act.
He didn’t say, “Calm down.” He didn’t say, “Let it go.” He didn’t offer clichés. He looked them in the eye and made it very clear: “If you ever touch her again, I’ll crucifuck you right here against the bathroom wall.” That moment birthed Wrath of the Lord. A song. A sentence. A promise and a fucking punishment. That wasn’t just rage, it was vengence.
That’s how we started. Not as a band. As a retaliation. Poisoned Embrace happened as a fun thing, then it bred a beast. We just refused to let pain win. Everything we release is a scar made audible. A sin made sacred. A punch through silence. We didn’t join the scene. We declared war on it.
And if you’ve felt even a fraction of this — you’re not watching from the outside. You’re already part of it.
And Now? We Face Bullies Because We Use AI
Yeah. Sure everything blew up and people obviously like our music. But not everyone. Some people obviouly can't handle that we are creating something.
We get, on YouTube. A lot of hate. From people literally adding nothing valuable to the discussion. The comment things like "Ai slop", "Losers use ai" or whatever normiefucked pricks come up with.
Let us be really fucking clear, if that's you reading this? Then read the entire fucking page and ask yourself. "Do I even have a slice of a chance of shutting these guys up?
No you don't!
After everything we've been through and still not being silent one thing is sure. A hashtaglobotomized basement rat hiding behind comment sections would never shut us up. At first we commented back but we started to enforce a policy.
We warn bullies one time, then block them out. No explanation, no apologies, Period.
This started early, we even got it on our first track in spite of a lot of nice comments. So when we released Mistletoe of Toment we responded to these pathetic individuals in defiance.
We Created An Entire Band With AI Generated Characters
We Gave Them Distinct Looks, A Purpose Forged In Traumas We Experienced Ourselves, A Personality And A Voice. Heck You Can Even Chat With Them
Sheila Moongrave – Lead Guitar: Built from grief. Was told to just move on, to stay silent — the sorrow that never got closure. For us, she’s a middle finger to every “just move on” we ever heard.
Draven Blackthorn – Guitar: Born from isolation. Was told to obey. Shut up. Fit in. He’s the outsider who was never invited in — just like we were. He doesn't ask to join. He takes space.
Seraphina Ashthorn – Guitar: Nicknamed "The Fire" Because she is suppressed fire — what society tried to extinguish in us. Now it burns unapologetically. She burns every norm to the ground.
Lucien Voidreign – Bass: Represents controlled rage. Never cared about fame, he want to be felt. He’s the quiet fury that waits. Like us, he doesn't scream — he executes. Represents silent rage. He doesn’t speak. He crushes.
Nyx Luna – Keyboard: She’s every “girls don’t code” and “that’s not for you.” when she just wanted to play computer games. Nyx is a woman who hacked her way into hell and came out ruling it. Now she hacks sound.
Thorin Hammerhead – Drums: Built from brute refusal. He is raw, relentless resistance — the muscle behind our rage. He represents the strong guy who doesn't just stand up to injustice. He wages war on it.
Zariel Graveborn – Dancer: Carries the shame they try to bury you in. She's a symbol for "it's okay for women to be nasty to — a dominatrix forged from society’s fear of female desire. You don't say "be a lady." unpunished.
Celeste Lightvoid – Dancer: She’s the fake dream we were told to chase. A walking satire of beauty culture — except she’s smarter than anyone in the room. She looks like a doll but filled with venom.
Sylvana Nightshade – Dancer: The silence that watched everything. She's what we never said when we still played nice — now turned hypnotic vengeance. She's the darkness within, before it was unleashed.
Ravena Deaththorn – Dancer: She’s unfiltered rage. She’s what happens when it suddenly is okay for a woman to be furious as well. Ravena is not just a fire — She's the fucking detonation they never saw coming.
Noctara Nightscar – Deceiver: Created by mistake. Turned into a demon. Noctara is a complete mindfuck — a fusion of rage and poison. She's dangerous and only seen for seconds. If you see her in a video, let us know.
Oblivion – Mascot: It's not male, not female, not bat, not machine. It exists to delete and replace what shouldn’t be there. Purpose - correction. We do not know much about Oblivion but it's favorite snack is hypocrisy.
Maybe You Can Relate To Any Of Them?
There was a time when we didn’t know what to do with it all — the grief, the rage, the silence that made our stomachs rot from the inside. We were told to be polite, to behave, to be "mature." Lina smiled through bullying. Xavi laughed through rage. On the surface, we looked like we were fine. Inside, we bled quietly.
Every time we screamed, they shamed us. Every time we were silent, they ignored us. And by the time we tried to speak again, we had already learned how to lie. That’s how they win — not by breaking you openly, but by slowly choking you until you thinks. There is no point speaking up. And music alone wasn't enough.
That's When The Band Started To Form
We Broke It Down And Gave Each Trauma A Face - And When We Started
Sheila, the part of us that still can’t “move on.” and pretend everything was fine.
— Maybe you lost someone, feel grief and sorrow just like Sheila — but are told to shut up and smile.
Draven, the outsider we were told was “just a phase.” Shut up, obey, fit in and smile.
— Maybe you're feeling like Draven. Always there, never in it. Always close, but never invited.
Seraphina, The fire within us that kept us alive but they tried to extinguish.
— Maybe you're burning like Seraphina, and they keep putting you out for their own convenience.
Lucien, the rage Xavi felt within but was never allowed to scream.
— Maybe your anger is locked inside, forced into silence, but it never stops shaking the ground.
Nyx, bullied online when gaming, laughed at. Told it wasn't for girls.
— Maybe you're a girl and enjoy video games just like Nyx. But always put down for being a girl.
Thorin, the power we never had when we needed it most.
— Maybe you need power, like Thorin but no one ever taught you how to fight back.
And we didn't stop here.
As if The Band Wasn't Enough. Then Came the Dancers. a Mascot and A Fucking Mistake.
Zariel, the dominatric getting slut-shamed for being a woman with desires.
— Maybe you want to be open like Zariel. But are pushed down and shamed just for having desires.
Celeste, the "perfection" Lina thought she has to become. Always smiling, always cute.
— Maybe you are like Celeste. Always posting on Instagra, always for perfection. But slowly dying inside.
Sylvana, the growing darkness inside Lina that she didn't let out. While she was still a quiet girl.
— Maybe you feel it too, like Sylvana, but like Lina in the past afraid to speak up and let it out and own it.
Ravena, the rage that is expected from men but ignored if you're a woman.
— Maybe you're as angry as Ravena but told to "be a lady" when in reality you should fucking detonate.
Noctara, the mistake that wasn’t a mistake at all. She just happened, can't be deleted or replaced.
— Maybe like Noctara, told you not to exist, that you are replacable. But in reality there is just one YOU.
Oblivion, the delete button we never got to press. The correction that should happen.
— Maybe, like Oblivion. You just want to delete everything, correct it and start over without apologies.
If You Feel Any Of This, You're Already One Of Us
They Told Us We Were “too Emotional”
— We Told Them to Get the Fuck out And Made out Own Language.
Because once you’ve felt betrayal in your throat and shame in your bones, you realize normal words don’t work anymore. It's not enough to wake people up.
So we created our own. One expression at a time — like carving insults into a mirror until it bleeds back. These aren’t just words. They’re diagnostics. The correction and the fuck-yous in poetic form.
If You Ever Hear Us Say Things Like
Crucifuck — is when someone gets fucked over in the worst way imaginable — a backstabbing act that cuts deeper than pain alone. It’s the brutal mix of being crucified and utterly fucked over. Used in a sentence: “They said it was for my own good, then they crucifucked me and sold me out for their own gain"
Normiefucked — When they say “just be yourself.” But only if your “self” fits inside their mold. It’s fake acceptance wrapped in conformity. Worst kind of hypocrisy. Used in a sentence: "He says every one is welcome but laugh behind the weird one's back, normiefucked"
Dildoprophet — When someone preaches self-empowerment while sucking corporate cock — or just licking the system’s ass. Self proclaimed experts spreading toxic opinions. Used in a sentence: “She posted a trauma reel mansplaining because he didn't her expectations. Fucking dildoprophet.”
Swastifashion — When mainstream pretends to allow freedom but enforces a dress code. “Be yourself,” they say — as long as you don’t look weird, dark, or different. It’s control stitched in beige.
Used in a sentence: “They said I could wear anything. Then told me to change. Swastifashion bullshit.”
Anal-tradition — When you attach 'anal-' to anything oppressive, stupid or controlling. Like anal-policies, anal-politeness, or anal-manners. Because some things just reek of forced obedience.
Used in a sentence: “ They want me to clock in five minutes early? Anal-schedule shit.”
Fellatiobaptized — When someone sucks their way into power and calls it loyalty. Tongue-polished hierarchy disguised as ambition. Reputation soaked in submission.
Used in a sentence: “She kissed every ass in that boardroom. Fellatiobaptized and smiling.”
Tindernailed — When your worth is decided by how fuckable you look on a screen. Love reduced to swipe-appeal and bio lies. And your hapiness depends on swipes or likes.
Used in a sentence: “She's Tindernailed, only happy when she get a match”
Clickbaitgutted — When you click on what triggers you, consume it, then complain. Pain packaged to seduce outrage, then sanitized to avoid responsibility. Used in a sentence: "You keep saying our content sucks, but keep clicking, keep consuming. Talk about being Clickbaitgutted."
Fuckfluencer — OnlyFans-era influencer who preaches empowerment while selling herself for validation. calls it power, but measures her worth in likes and moans. And screams “oppression” the second someone says no. Used in a sentence: “Fuckfluencer called herself a queen while begging for tips.”
Cringelectual — When someone tries to sound smart but keeps exposing their own stupidity. Big words, zero depth, and every sentence digs a deeper hole. Used in a sentence: “He brought up Freud at a party… and confused it with food. Cringelectual.”
Anal-manual — When someone needs a rulebook to handle real people. If it’s not in their manual, they freeze, judge, or punish you for being unpredictable. Used in a sentence: “He told the truth. They didn’t know what to do — it wasn’t in their anal-manual.”
Hashtaglobotomized — When you stop thinking and start performing. Every post, every caption, every cause — curated for likes, emptied of thought. Just trends in human skin. Used in a sentence: “She posted ‘save the planet’ from her Maldives suite. Another hashtaglobotomized fuck.”
You’re About to Step on Blasphemous Ground Sinner
We’re Not the Cure. But We’re Your Fucking Scream!
You want more?Good.
Because what you’ve seen so far isn’t even close to everything.
Enter, and we hand you the forbidden keys.
You’ll get instant access to chat with our AI band members — custom-trained, sharp as blades, and built from the same scars that shaped us. Ask what you dare. Let them answer like no fucking manager ever did. They’re not just chat-bots. They’re rage and comfort in the same sentence. With the personality of each band member.
You’ll also get 28 cursed wallpapers — 14 for desktop, 14 for mobile. Nothing polished. Just raw digital poison ripped straight from our visual archives.
You like secrets?
Then let’s begin with two “The Untold Story of Venomous Sin” and “The Truth About Noctara Nightscar.” Explained in the free video you're about to watch.
What You See Is What You Get For FREE
And We Will Scream For You Sinner!
Yeah!
You heard right! — Among other things we'll show you how you can be chosen to have us make a fucking song about YOUR story. Then you can send it to your boss, your ex, your whoever the fuck it is who's trying to crucifuck you.
We declare war on them! — Through music and screams, NOT violence just to be clear.
We’re also gonna show you how to get further — how to unlock voice chat with our AI selves, hear unreleased songs, and download the exact visuals we built our videos from. But that’s after you step through.
First, you come in. No money. No risk. Just enter the gate.
We overdeliver. Always. You support us, what we do — we back you the fuck up.
And when We Say You’re Not Alone
— We Mean It
Inside, You’ll Feel it — This Isn’t a Fan Club, It’s a Fucking Uprising!
You don’t join us to “follow.” You become a sinner, you join us to fight the system, the crooked hypocrisy. To fucking scream.
Because the world’s already tried to mute you — with silence, with filters, with rules made by the same fake smiles that called your anger “too much.”
We built Venomous Sin not only for our own rage. But for people like you, for like minded THINKING individuals who dare to question.
So now we give you something back.
A place where rage isn't punished, no one will try to tame you, or silence you — Your rage, worshipped. We'll tell you to burn hotter, to detonate harder or as Ravena would have said. To fucking thrash more. Or cry more. But we'll never tell you to shut up.
You Don't Need Therapy, You Need To SCREAM
You’re Not “too Much,” You’re Not Broken, You're Not Difficult
You’ve spent your life surrounded by people too scared to handle the truth you carry. They trained you to lower your voice, to round off your edges, to turn every fire into smoke so no one else would cough. They taught you to filter yourself, to dilute what mattered most, to apologize for making anyone uncomfortable. Your rage was labeled as dangerous. Your grief was framed as weakness, inconvinient. Your desire — condemned as shame. And every time you tried to speak, to stand, to exist without explanation, they said it was "too much."
That’s why Venomous Sin exists. Not to fix you. Not to soothe you. Not to lead you into the light like some salvation junkies selling enlightenment by the gram. We’re not here to heal you — we’re here to scream with you, for you. With teeth. Because screaming is what pulled us back when everything else tried to erase us. Because screaming works. Because screaming hurts the right people.
We don’t offer illusions. We don’t wrap our rage in velvet. We don’t beg for peace. We don’t promise healing. We don’t whisper about hope. We’re not a safe space. We’re a true space. And a true space doesn’t care if it makes people leave. A true space makes sure you can stay.
And that makes all the fucking difference.
What We Declare War On
You’re Not “too Much,” You’re Not Broken, You're Not Difficult
We declare war on fake smiles, on forced politeness, on the corporate voices that want you to shut up and be “marketable.” On slogans dressed as support, on workplace families that treat survival like gratitude. We declare war on every dead-eyed manager who asked you to lower your tone but never theirs.
We declare war on systems that punish you for feeling. For being too loud. Too horny. Too fucking honest. Too raw. Too inconvenient. Too human. On the labels they slap on your grief, your lust, your rage — just to make you sit down and smile.
We declare war on the tone-policing rats in HR suits, on social media obedience, on fake healing mantras sold as self-care. On the lie that recovery means silence. On the myth that power must be soft. On every fucking rule that taught you to shrink.
Venomous Sin Declares War...
Thought We Were Done?
—Think Again
And We Declare War on Violence
Let’s get one thing brutally clear: Venomous Sin stands against all forms of real-world violence. Physical AND emotional. Always has. Always will. It is the core of what we do. Stand up to bullies.
We scream because we’ve been silenced. We provoke because we were punished for feeling. We create because we refuse to destroy. That’s the war we wage — NOT with acts and not on people, but on the systems, scars and silence that broke us.
Our rebellion isn’t a call to arms. It’s a call to expression, to wake the fuck up. We don’t glorify harm, we turn against it. We turn pain into power, fury into music, and isolation into a goddamn battalion of sinners screaming back.
Our weapons are words and music. Our rage is real, our music and visuals are expressions. A goddamn release.. Our impact is emotional.
If anyone acts violently in our name — they never fucking listened.
We scream about it to stop it
Because if we don’t — who will?
We Don't Mention Names, Don't Call Out Any Person
— But If The Shoe Fits, Fucking Wear It
Venomous Sin
Take Care of Yourself And Never Ever Kneel to Oppression
PS: You don’t owe us devotion. You owe yourself a place where you can burn and not be punished for it.
PPS: We’re not here to hold your hand. We’re here to light the fuse. If you enjoy what we do, let us know.