Death never stops knocking. Day and night, rich and poor, the summons comes. Each knock is a command, each door hides another victim of plague. The doctor walks from house to house in an endless rhythm, haunted even in sleep by the sound that never ceases. There is no rest. There is no escape. Only the relentless knock-knock-knock of mortality itself.

What to Expect. Industrial symphonic metal with overwhelming percussion power Massive tribal drums and metallic clanging creating hypnotic knocking motif Powerful commanding female vocals matching percussive intensity Gothic orchestral elements with choir and heavy guitars Relentless driving rhythm that never lets up

The Story. The plague doctor's work has begun. Each knock on a door is a death sentence delivered or received. Families knock desperately, summoning the doctor to dying loved ones. The doctor knocks, announcing their arrival—an arrival that rarely brings hope. The sound becomes inescapable, haunting every waking moment and every attempt at sleep. Rich estates and poor hovels all receive the same knock. The plague cares nothing for wealth or status. Neither does death. And neither can the doctor, who has become its instrument, walking an endless circuit of dying households with no reprieve. In medieval plague times, the sound of knocking became synonymous with death itself. This song explores the psychological prison of that relentless rhythm—the way it burrows into the mind, creating a hypnotic pattern of duty and horror that cannot be broken.

"Knocke-Knocke" is built on a foundation of percussion—tribal drums, industrial metallic sounds, and that inescapable knocking pattern. I wanted to capture the psychological weight of being summoned constantly to death, of becoming so associated with mortality that even your footsteps sound like knocking on a coffin lid.

The repetition is intentional—it's meant to be hypnotic, obsessive, maddening. By the end of the song, you should feel what the plague doctor feels: that the knocking will never stop, not in waking, not in dreams, not ever. This is the price of duty during the Black Death. The industrial elements mix with symphonic metal and Gothic choir to create something that feels both medieval and modern, historical and timeless. Because the rhythm of death? That never changes.

Have you ever heard a sound you couldn't escape?