Biting Elbows - Dope Fiend Massacre

Streetlights buzz like broken halos
Shadows stretch long tired
A pint glass winks back cold and hollow

Oh, the last call glow it burns
Flickers slow it churns
Takes your breath away
Takes your breath away

Pavement cracks like whispered secrets
Boots scuff out the sound
Tales untold in cigarette regrets

Was it real or just a phase?
Nights like these a blurry haze

Oh, the last call glow it burns
Flickers slow it churns
Takes your breath away
Takes your breath away

Spill the truth under neon moons
Falling fast the night's in ruins
But we keep spinning spinning spinning
Spinning

Was it real or just a phase?
Nights like these a blurry haze

Oh, the last call glow it burns
Flickers slow it churns
Takes your breath away
Takes your breath away

Was it real or just a phase?
Nights like these a blurry haze

Oh, the last call glow it burns
Flickers slow it churns
Takes your breath away
Takes your breath away

DIASPORA - The Last Call

“Hellfire Queen” – Fractured Kin

She doesn’t walk in — she erupts. “Hellfire Queen” is a molten storm of dominance and desire, the sound of power taking its throne. The song opens with a slow, ominous riff that drips tension before the drums detonate into a thunderous march. Then the voice hits — commanding, sultry, and untouchable — the sound of a woman who’s seen every betrayal and turned each one into fuel.

This is Fractured Kin at their most cinematic and feral — guitars blaze like infernos, the bass growls beneath molten vocals, and every chorus feels like a battlefield lit by fire and vengeance. The lyrics speak of ascension through chaos, of a queen forged not in gold but in pain, rebellion, and flame.

The message is clear: bow if you must — burn if you don’t.
“Hellfire Queen” is not just a song; it’s a coronation in firelight, a declaration of sovereignty for every woman who’s clawed her way out of the ashes and claimed her crown.

Fractured Kin turn fury into royalty — and this is their anthem of rule.

“Hellfire Queen”

She takes one step — and centuries collapse.
Sand, smoke, and starlight whirl beneath her feet.
A barefoot goddess made of paper and laughter,
leaping from Rome to disco to the neon dawn.

The world tears open like an old poster,
and she slips through —
grinning, fearless, free.

What they say about this song:
"A time-travel anthem for the absurdly alive."

She Dances Through Time is a psychedelic collage of rhythm and rebellion —
a sonic leap through eras, genres, and selves.
It’s KETA.KALI at her most cinematic:
half myth, half mischief, fully eternal.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 MIRAGE – All rights reserved.

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