Every note is a shard of the Architect’s broken heart. Every ritual performance is an attempt to reconnect the severed leylines of the soul.

Lead Synth Architect & Void Engineer
In the biting frost of the Northern UK moors, where ancient stone circles bleed into industrial ruin, Merlock Morgoth was exhumed. We are not merely a band; we are a frequency recovered from the obsidian strata of a forgotten digital afterlife. Our lore tells of the 'Great Silencing'—a cosmic glitch that erased the music of the spheres, leaving only the gothic void from which we speak.
THE ARCHITECTS

Lead Guitarist & Void Engineer

Lead Vocalist & Synth Engineer
The core frequency of metal, materialized through sound and shadow.
Witness the architects of the new void.

Lead Bassist & Void Engineer

Lead Drummer & Void Engineer
DISCOGRAPHY

Dirty Halo
Follow up single | 24 July 2026 | Tumult Obsidian
drags divinity through the gutter—jagged riffs, grinding low-end and ritual drums wrapped around a hook that refuses to die. It’s the sound of a fallen angel staggering through neon rain, crown cracked, wings burned, still daring the sky to strike again. For anyone who’s ever worn their damage like a blessing, this is your hymn.”

Im Crying on the inside
Debut Single | 20 July 2026 | Tumult Obsidian
is a slow-burning descent into the void—crushing riffs, haunted synths and funeral-march drums wrapped around a melody that never quite lets you breathe. It’s the sound of holding it together in public while everything fractures beneath the surface, a ritual for anyone who’s ever smiled through the apocalypse.

Tongues of Clay
single | 31 July 2026 | Tumult Obsidian
“‘Tongues of Clay’ is a sermon from the fault line—churning riffs, molten low-end and chant-like vocals rising out of the smoke. It feels like a cathedral collapsing in slow motion, every bell toll bending into feedback, every lyric a warning carved into stone. For those who hear omens in static and prophecy in distortion, this is the hymn that won’t stop echoing.”

Steam Rising
single | 7 August 2026 | Tumult Obsidian
“‘Steam Rising’ coils like pressure in a sealed chamber—hissing synths, grinding guitars and piston‑tight drums building toward rupture. It feels like wandering a rusted factory at midnight, every valve about to blow, every shadow breathing. For those who felt the tension under their own skin, this is the moment just before everything bursts into flame.”
Merchandise

THE VOID IS OUR LABORATORY. WE ARE THE SOUND OF THE PAST.
WE ARE THE SOUND OF THE FUTURE. WE ARE THE SOUND OF THE VOID.





