Hellbound Outlaw
Born in the wastelands between ruin and ritual, Hellbound Outlaw is the black writer of sound—the unholy conjurer who turns damnation into music. His songs bleed with desert rot, ash-choked sermons, and the venom of midnight oaths. Every riff is a curse, every word a spell, every performance a ritual sacrifice.
Hellbound Outlaw doesn’t play for the living—he summons the dead, the forgotten, and the forsaken. His sound is outlaw scripture: blasphemous, feral, and bound to no god but the abyss.
This is music as invocation. A dark mass in the name of chaos. A blood-soaked path carved by the Hellbound Outlaw.
Scarred, Fucked & Broken
Scarred, Fucked & Broken is a descent into obsession, desire, and self-destruction. From the opening track to the closing title song, Hellbound Outlaw pulls the listener into the psyche of someone caught in a toxic web of longing, addiction, and psychological collapse. This is not an album about romance; it is an album about devotion, suffering, and the thrill of emotional annihilation.
Every song is a chapter in a story of fixation: the craving begins with temptation, spirals through doubt and chaos, reaches euphoria in obsession, and finally dissolves into submission and ruin.
$5 Vodka EP
Welcome to the gutter. $5 Vodka is a black tide of distortion and defiance, an offering to the demons that crawl beneath the skin. Hellbound Outlaw drags you through smoke-fogged dive bars, into broken mirrors, and down alleyways where only the desperate and the damned remain.
Each track bleeds tension and torment — guitars wail like tortured ghosts, drums pound with merciless intent, and the vocals spit venom from a soul already sold. This isn’t music to warm your heart. It’s a ritual: cheap liquor, bruised dreams, and the electric thrill of self-destruction.
Press play and let the darkness swallow you. You won’t be the same when it’s done.
Death Awaits
Death isn’t the end. It’s the darkest beginning.
Death Awaits drips with blackened despair and brutal resolve — five tracks that pull you into a void where suffering is sacred and salvation is forgotten. Hellbound Outlaw confronts mortality with defiance: guitars slash like razor wire, drums hammer like a funeral march, and vocals wail with a soul soaked in agony.
From the snarling invocation of “Hymn to Lucifer”, through the tortured confession of “Death (Take Me)”, the agonizing chaos of “?!??”, the cold catharsis of “Suicide”, to the abyssal collaboration “Swallowed (ft. iNdio)” — each song drags you deeper into the underworld.
This is not comfort music. Death Awaits is a ritual of ruin — for listeners who embrace the decay, who stare into the void, and who welcome the shadows as companions. Press play when you’re ready to feel the weight of your own mortality.
3 Rings of Terror
Three circles of dread. Three layers of horror. 3 Rings of Terror is a descent into primordial fear made audible, each track another ring to be passed through — deeper, darker, more suffocating. Hellbound Outlaw tears flesh with sound: guitars coil like serpents, drums reverberate like funeral drums, vocals roar with unholy conviction.
With every riff, you’re dragged through shadows: the first ring scorches your skin, the second gnaws at your spirit, the third swallows your soul. Each song is a ritualistic torment, drawing you into a carnival of pain where hope is the cruelest illusion of all.
This is the soundtrack to your nightmares — a tortured carnival where screams are prophecy and terror is law. Spin the record if you dare; once you're in the ring, there’s no escape.
Eternal Torment EP
Suffering stretched into infinity. Eternal Torment is a ritual of perpetual pain — a sonic descent into shadow where there is no release, only ceaseless agony. Hellbound Outlaw molds darkness into sound: razor-sharp guitars carve wounds in the air, drums march like thunder across graves, and vocals convulse with anguish and defiance.
From the hollow hush of “Sedated” to the ghost-lit decay of “Lights Decay (ft. iNdio)”, through the spectral wooze of “In Death (She Follows)”, into the hallucinatory dread of “Nightmare (ft. iNdio)”, and culminating in the brutal purge “Mutilate Me” — each track is a layer of torment, each moment a deeper descent.
This isn’t an album. It’s a crucible. Eternal Torment invites you into the infinite pit, to embrace the weight of your own darkness, and to hear how it screams. Press play — but don’t expect solace.
Pain Immersed EP
You are not just listening. You are drowning. Pain Immersed drags you beneath the surface of anguish, where the pressure crushes and the shadows whisper your name. Hellbound Outlaw converts suffering into sound: guitars glide like razors through flesh, drums pulse like a wounded heart, and vocals bleed tremors of despair.
Tracks like “Running From The Shadows” and “Escape The Torment” ache with urgency, chasing light through corridors of dread. “Memories” fractures your mind with ghostly echoes; “Shattered Reflections” dissolves the self in splintered illusions; the title track “Pain Immersed” drags you deep into the well, where the only voice left is your own agony.
This EP is a ceremony of anguish. If you dare, press play — and let the pain consume you.