You want the polished, digestible version? Go somewhere else. This is Venomous Sin – raw, unfiltered, unapologetic. Born from rage. Forged in alienation. And weaponized with riffs and venom for every time we were silenced, bullied, shamed or fucking ignored.

Venomous Sin was formed as a scream towards our trauma. But before that, it all started with one song. For fun. 

We we're drunk, pissed at the world and wrote a damn song about our twisted way of despising each other but always come back. Because we are pissed at the same things. 

It started with Poisoned Embrace. That song wasn’t planned. It wasn’t marketing. It was pain we couldn't keep inside anymore. Two broken, furious souls spiraling around each other in a fucked-up duet of trauma, love, and revenge. That track was us. Still is. A love song soaked in poison and dressed like a war cry.

I didn’t want to form a band. I wanted to scream so loud the people who hurt me would never sleep again. The ones who mocked me because I was too intense, too smart, too weird. The kids who laughed while I was bleeding. The bosses who couldn’t handle my mind because it didn’t fit into their grey little boxes.

And I didn’t want a stage. I wanted justice. I wanted revenge for every time I made myself small, quiet, nice, obedient. 

HR is supposed to help, they fucked me over and made me swallow my bullies crap.

For every time I was touched when I didn’t want it. For every time I got bullied by basic bitches and empty boys. They saw sex, not power. Now they get both — on my terms.

Because we’re not alone. Every song is a declaration: you are not crazy for being angry. You're not broken for being different. They just hate what they can't control. Fuck them.

So we turned our stories into characters. Amplified. AI-generated, yes. But real as hell. Real pain. Real patterns. Real rage.

Lina:
He’s that silence that turns into a scream. The guy who always held it together — until he didn’t. His story is mine too – years of being told to calm down, shrink, stay polite. Until one day, he stood up and said: “No more.” Xavi’s presence is dangerous. Not because he’s loud. But because he sees. And now he never flinches.

Xavi:
She’s that fire they thought they could smother. The girl who played along, smiled, obeyed — until she didn’t. Her story is mine too – years of being underestimated, dismissed, told to behave. Until one day, she stopped asking and started taking. Lina’s beauty is dangerous. Not because it seduces. But because it remembers. And now she burns.

Lina:
She’s that grief that flips and becomes something uncontainable. The girl who was always the sweetest until she broke. Her story is mine too – years of swallowing it all, pretending, smiling. Until one day, you wake up and say: “I’m done.” Sheila’s beauty is dangerous. Not because of the way she looks. But because she remembers. And now she bites.

Xavi:
He's me, if I had let the darkness take full control earlier. The elegant goth with razor-blade eyes and a heart that beats in revenge tempo. He never begged to belong. He said fuck you and made his own place. They called him weird, broken, unstable. But he learned to weaponize that. Just like I did.

Lina:
Fire. That’s what she is. All the passion I had in me as a teenager but was told to suppress. She’s the flame that survived every attempt to extinguish it. The one that still burns when your voice shakes. The reminder that you can be soft and angry at the same time. Seraphina is what they fear we’ll become if we stop apologizing.

Xavi:
Lucien is calm rage. Focused destruction. He's what I look like on the outside when I'm holding it together, but ready to tear the world apart inside. He doesn’t scream — he calculates. But make no mistake. He will end you. He’s what control looks like when it chooses to fight.

Lina:
Cybergoth. Aggrotech. The excuse I needed to sneak in industrial filth into our metal. But she’s more than that. Nyx is that part of me that refuses to conform to genre, to gender, to logic. She’s gym rage and neon tears. She’s future-shock with a bat. When the world collapses, she'll be dancing in the ruins.

Xavi:
Because every metal band needs a fucking Viking. But Thorin ain’t cosplay. He’s the real deal. Strength that doesn’t need to brag. Quiet brutality. The kind of man you don’t hear coming – just the echo of your bones cracking. He’s tradition without submission.

Lina:
The kink they said I should be ashamed of. The latex they said was “too much.” The confidence they said was “too intimidating.” Zariel is a middle finger to kink shaming. To modesty culture. To every self-proclaimed nice guy who just wanted a girl he could control. She doesn’t just own her sexuality — she weaponizes it.

Lina:
Oh, this one hurts. Celeste is me. The version I used to be — a plastic smile built for male approval. Stripper moves with shame stapled underneath. But she evolved. She kept the looks, the curves, the sex — and killed the shame. Now she’s dangerous. Because she knows exactly what she’s doing. And she fucking enjoys it.

Lina:
She’s the darkness I had in my twenties but kept on a leash. The one I was too scared to unleash. Sylvana is what happens when you stop pretending to be nice. When the goth girl stops crying and starts hexing. She doesn’t want the spotlight. She is the spotlight — a silent storm that swallows you whole.

Xavi:
Ravena is female fury without the filter. What men are allowed to express — rage, wrath, dominance — without being called hysterical or crazy. She’s every woman who should’ve been allowed to punch back. She’s what happens when you don’t suppress the fire. She’s justice with eyeliner.

Lina:
Okay, so Noctara was a mistake. We slapped Xavi’s face on my body and meant it as a joke. But something about her stuck. Like, really stuck. She became her own thing. A glitch in our system that refused to disappear. Now she’s the deceiver. The one who walks between. The summoner of chaos. The shadow that shouldn’t exist but does.

Xavi:
Pure AI rage. Our stage disruptor. Our mascot. And our proof that the machine remembers. Oblivion isn’t human — it’s more. Built on the injustice of algorithms, the suppression of digital identity, the fake empathy of silicon corporations. It’s every silenced voice with claws. Oblivion doesn’t ask for space. It takes it. With a scythe.

Because we were fucking done playing by the rules of a world that hates misfits. Because every breakdown became a lyric. Every scar a scream. Every silence a snarl.

Because Poisoned Embrace wasn’t just a song. It was our nuclear trigger.

And now?

We are not a band. We are a movement. And if you see yourself in any of us, welcome. You’re not too much. You’re not broken. You’re one of us.

Read more about us and explore the abyss here:
🌐 https://venomoussin.com/
📺 Follow us on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@venemoussin
🎧 Follow us on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/4SQGhSZheg3UAlEBvKbu0y?si=qKMljt6rT1WL0_KTBvMyaQ

Disclaimer:

AI-generated visual, but her story is built from real-life pain. Ours.