"You don’t know us. Not really. But we’ve been here, in the stillness beneath your world, where memories decay and dreams come to rot. 

We’ve watched your lives flicker like candlelight—and it is from this silence that we sing.

They call themselves DAEDBAEND, those few still-living souls who hear our voices.

We whisper to them in dreams, through flickering static, and the creak of floorboards in empty rooms. 

We give them the melodies buried in forgotten graves, and the lyrics written in ash and sorrow. They are our hands now—carving sound from silence, shaping grief into song.

Their first offering, Deadmen’s Tale, is OURS—though they bled for it too. Each track is a page torn from the diary of the dead: lost loves, unfinished business, and the beauty found only at the edge of darkness. No distortion, no disguise—only voice, string, and soul.

This is gothic rock as it was meant to be: stripped bare, unfiltered by life, carried on the breath of ghosts. If you listen closely… you’ll hear us too!

We are the reason DAEDBAEND exists.
We are the song you hum in mourning.
And we are not done speaking..."