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Taysa

1Shaitan
2Myna
3Musibaton Ka Pahad
4Nadi Ka Rasta
5Dev Aur Rakshas
6Toofano Ka Geet
7Hahahakaar
8Najane Kyun

In a world choking on plastic gods and algorithm-fed emotions, where culture is a product and rebellion is just fashion, The Lost Symbols rise—not as entertainers, but as fire-bringers. They are the echo of forgotten civilizations and the scream of unborn worlds. They are the unrecorded chants between the Upanishads and the underground. They are what happens when the sacred refuses to die and the profane forgets to kneel.

This is not music.
This is resistance.
This is meditation dipped in distortion.
This is the scream of Shiva in a concrete jungle.
This is Nirvana with a synthesizer.
This is chaos chanting verses.

Born in the margins, baptized in noise, and trained in silence, The Lost Symbols are not bound to genre, trend, or ideology. They create in the ruins of identity and dance on the graves of every label. Rock, trance, folk, metal, classical, ambient there are medium, not boundaries for them..

Their songs are not songs.
They are prayers carved in rage.
They are myths retold in broken rhythms.
They are tantras with a kick-drum heartbeat.
They do not ask to be liked.
They ask to be felt.

THE PHILOSOPHY

Every sound is sacred.
Every silence is political.
Every distortion is a cleansing.
Every beat is a beating heart of rebellion.

They speak in symbols because language is already corrupted.
They use chaos because order has become mechanical.
They burn identity because labels have become cages.
They walk the pathless path, invoking a new Dharm—not Hindu, not Muslim, not Western—just eternal.

Their art is not to entertain.
It is to awaken.
It is to shake your third eye till it weeps blood and memory.

They do not perform.
They invoke.

They do not release albums.
They build temples.
Of sound.
Of scream.
Of soul.

THE LOST SYMBOLS ARE A CALLING.

If you’re tired of pre-set gods and ready to find the fire within,
If you’ve heard the hum beneath the world’s noise,
If you’ve seen visions behind your closed eyes,
If you’ve bled truth when the world demanded lies—
Then you are already one of them.

You are not alone.
You were just waiting for the signal.
This is it.