“These are not covers. These are resurrections.”
Punarnirman is not a tribute.
It’s not nostalgia.
It’s transformation — an ancient song dying and being reborn inside a burning temple of sound.
In this series, The Lost Symbols take tracks that once defined generations —
songs you thought you knew, melodies that once held your hand —
and they dismantle them, possess them, and rebuild them into something unimaginable.
What you hear is not the original.
It’s the echo of its soul filtered through rage, silence, devotion, and distortion.
These are covers for those who’ve outgrown the surface.
These are hymns for those who want to see what happens when a known tune is thrown into fire and reconstructed through chaos.
Punarnirman is not about respecting the song.
It’s about liberating it from its cage.
Stripping away the pop and exposing the mantra underneath.
Breaking the beat and revealing the heartbeat within.
Each reimagined track feels like a forgotten memory from a parallel life —
raw, sacred, twisted, cosmic.
Because not all old songs age well —
some want to be reborn.
Because not all classics need preservation —
some need evolution.
And because The Lost Symbols are not just artists —
they’re alchemists.
They don’t replay — they remake.
They don’t sing songs — they channel them through fire and void.
For the ones who thought they’d heard it all.
For the ones who believe a song has infinite shapes.
For the misfits who feel something deeper pulsing inside even the most known melodies.
If you’re ready to unhear what you once loved —
and fall into something deeper, stranger, and more true —
then welcome to Punarnirman.
This is a ritual.
This is not nostalgia.
This is Punarnirman —
where music is not preserved,
it is rebuilt.
