My wonder years, I’m keeping pace
With the darkest notion that I face.
I cut my name in weathered stone,
A mark for ghosts, a place unknown.

I’m flying low under black light,
Purple screams enfold the night.
There’s no great hand, no thread of fate,
No door to knock, no pearly gate.

My mind replays its cruelest games,
My memory sharp and scarred by names.
The mirror cracks, but I still stare,
At hidden truths that linger there.

The air is thick with what we’ve lost,
Each memory held at quiet cost.
The moments blur, but still they gleam,
A faded truth, a distant dream.

My mind replays its cruelest games,
My memory sharp and scarred by names.
The mirror cracks, but I still stare,
At hidden truths that linger there.

My fallen soul, in fractured grace,
Crimson streams slip down my face.
There’s no fate had, no deadened weight,
No grave to mark, no iron gate.

My mind replays its cruelest games,
My memory sharp and scarred by names.
The mirror cracks, but I still stare,
At hidden truths that linger there.

Credits:

Brad Astra: Guitars, Bass, Percussion, & Soundscapes
Nayeli Astra: Vox, Guitar, Synths, & Dreams

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened.

Recorded at:
Nude Studio, Calgary, Alberta

Artwork by: Brad Astra
Photography by: Brad Astra

Released under Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate. All rights reserved.

Produced by Brad Astra

The Mirror Cracks

🖤✨ "The Edge of the Light" by The Miracle Syndicate

We walked through fire and through grace
Hand in hand, no need to speak
Now the road is fading out
The hills fall into sleep

There’s a hush beneath the trees
Something pulling at the seams

Are we closer to the silence
Or just drifting off the map?
If this is where it ends
I’m not afraid of that
Just stay with me
‘til the light turns black

Two birds rise into the dusk
Tracing what we used to dream
You lean in, your breath says nothing
Still, I know what you mean

There’s a warmth behind the ache
A stillness I can’t fake

Are we closer to the silence
Or just drifting off the map?
If this is where it ends
I’m not afraid of that
Just stay with me
‘til the light turns black

Let the wind decide the ending
Let the stars go out in peace
We’ve seen enough to stop pretending
And nothing here will cease

We are tired from the wandering…
So tired from the wandering…
Is this… is this…
…death?

Special Thanks:
To the ravens who guided our melodies, the universe for its endless inspiration, and to everyone who has been part of this journey. This music collection is dedicated to those who dream with their eyes open.

In Loving Memory:
To Rio, who always listened.

Recorded at:
Nude Studio, Calgary, Alberta

Artwork by: Brad Astra
Photography by: Brad Astra

Distributed by:
Painful Records

All songs written by: The Miracle Syndicate

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate

The Edge of the Light

🖤✨ "Wandermüde" by The Miracle Syndicate

Wir sind durch Not und Freude
Gegangen Hand in Hand,
Vom Wandern ruhen wir
Nun überm stillen Land.

Rings sich die Täler neigen,
Es dunkelt schon die Luft,
Zwei Lerchen nur noch steigen
Nachträumend in den Duft.

Tritt her, und lass sie schwirren,
Bald ist es Schlafenszeit,
Dass wir uns nicht verirren
In dieser Einsamkeit.

O weiter, stiller Friede!
So tief im Abendrot
Wie sind wir wandermüde—
Ist dies etwa der Tod?

At Sunset (Im Abendrot)
by Joseph von Eichendorff

We have walked through hardship and joy,
Together, hand in hand.
Now we rest from our wandering
Above the quiet land.

All around, the valleys bow,
The air is already darkening.
Only two larks still rise
Dreamily into the scent-filled dusk.

Come close, and let them flutter—
Soon it will be time to sleep.
So we do not lose our way
In this solitude so deep.

Oh vast, still peace—
So deep in the evening glow.
How weary we are from wandering—
Is this, perhaps, death?

Lyrics adapted from “Im Abendrot”
by Joseph von Eichendorff,
as set to music by Richard Strauss (1864–1949)
Composed in 1948
Now in the public domain.

Credits:

Lead Vox: Nayeli Astra
Piano: Nayeli Astra
Backing Vox: Elena Morgenstern & Brad Astra
Flute & Synth Pads: Elena Morgenstern
Mellotron: Nayeli Astra
Guitars: Brad Astra
Production & Arrangement: The Miracle Syndicate
Mixed & Mastered by: Brad Astra at Painful Records
Cover Concept & Direction: Brad Astra

Wandermüde

Während die Stadt schläft

❤️‍🔥✨ Fall Into Your Hunger /v1
by The Miracle Syndicate

Every promise tastes like metal
Every kiss cuts down to bone
You breathe me in like a sin you’ll keep
And I’m too fucked up to go home

You press your faith against my skin
You pull me under, make me thin

And I fall into your hunger
Like a wound that wants the knife
If you take me any deeper
There’ll be nothing left of life

Your hands are coal, they stain my white
Your eyes are storms that never fade
I wear your name across my throat
Like a prayer I can’t escape

You press your faith against my skin
You pull me under, drag me in

And I fall into your hunger
Like a wound that wants the knife
If you take me any deeper
There’ll be nothing left of life

Give me the guilt, the ash, the fire
Tie me to your altar wire
Bleed me clean, then paint me red
Love me in the ruin’s bed

And I fall into your hunger
Like a wound that wants the knife
If you take me any deeper
There’ll be nothing left of life

Fall Into Your Hunger I

❤️‍🔥✨ Fall Into Your Hunger II
by The Miracle Syndicate

Every promise tastes like metal
Every kiss cuts down to bone
You breathe me in like a sin you’ll keep
And I’m too fucked up to go home

You press your faith against my skin
You pull me under, wear me thin

And I fall into your hunger
Like a wound that wants the knife
If you take me any deeper
There’ll be nothing left of life

Your hands are coal, they stain my white
Your eyes are storms that never fade
I wear your name across my throat
Like a prayer I can’t escape

You press your faith against my skin
You pull me under, drag me in

And I fall into your hunger
Like a wound that wants the knife
If you take me to your ruin
There’ll be nothing left of life

Every promise tastes like metal
Every kiss cuts down to bone
You breathe me in like a sin you’ll keep
And I’m too fucked up to go home

Fall Into Your Hunger II

❤️‍🔥✨ Fall Into Your Hunger /v4
by The Miracle Syndicate 

Every promise tastes like metal
Every kiss cuts down to bone
You breathe me in like a sin you’ll keep
And I’m too fucked up to go home

You press your faith against my skin
You pull me under, make me thin

And I fall into your hunger
Like a wound that wants the knife
If you take me any deeper
There’ll be nothing left of life

Your hands are coal, they stain my white
Your eyes are storms that never fade
I wear your name across my throat
Like a prayer I can’t escape

You press your faith against my skin
You pull me under, drag me in

And I fall into your hunger
Like a wound that wants the knife
If you take me into your ruin
There’ll be nothing left of life

And I fall into your hunger
Like a wound that wants the knife
If you take me any deeper
There’ll be nothing left of life

Every promise tastes like metal...
And I'm too fucked up to go home

Fall Into Your Hunger IV

Rhythmen der Nacht

🖤✨ a clear tone drifts through the static
by The Miracle Syndicate

i sit by the tracks while the lights cut through
the rhythm of absence, i lean into it
old dreams come from somewhere behind me
heavy and bright like something forgotten
time doesn’t move, it just breathes
the world carries on, but i only follow the sound

a clear tone drifts through the static
we move through the shapes that once held us
the moon is there, pale and watching
no one’s tuned in
no one asks why

distant voices fall apart before they reach me
each fragment a step toward nowhere
the tide takes me somewhere unnamed
and i let it
lights flicker across the glass and blur
this is the stillness we mistake for peace

a clear tone drifts through the static
we move through the shapes that once held us
the moon is there, pale and watching
no one’s tuned in
no one asks why

these sounds let me drift
into a sky where nothing is promised
come with me, not forever
just until the night ends
freedom, for now
is enough

a clear tone drifts through the static
we move through the shapes that once held us
the moon is there, pale and watching
no one’s tuned in
no one asks why…

A Clear Tone Drifts Through The Static

🖤 The Compliment
by The Miracle Syndicate 

He stood in the hallway with cigarette charm,
Said, “Your silence is sharper than lace.”
I smiled like I meant it —
Too high up to feel
How much I wanted the praise.

He didn’t ask.
He didn’t reach.
He just waited
For me to speak.

So I sang for him —
A little too loud.
Gave him the melody
I swore I’d never share out loud.
He watched it fall,
Piece by piece.
Then left me holding
What he didn’t need.

He leaned like a fox against the frame,
All buttons and teeth and velvet timing.
He said I was “haunting,”
And I forgot
That charm is never binding.

He never touched the note I held —
But he made me
Drop it
All the same.

So I sang for him —
A little off key.
Handed him something
That once belonged to me.
He bowed,
Smiled,
Said nothing at all —
And left before the second call.

They say don’t trust the clever ones
With kind words and empty hands.
But I thought I was different —
And he knew I’d understand.

Now the song’s gone.
And so is he.
All that’s left
Is the branch
And the tree.

Now the song’s gone.
And so is he.
All that’s left
Is the branch
And a memory.

The Compliment

🖤 It’s In My Nature
by The Miracle Syndicate

He said he wouldn’t hurt me —
Said it clear, said it twice.
He smiled when he promised,
Didn’t blink when he lied.
We stood at the river.
He asked if I could swim.
I said I could carry him —
And sing out a sailor’s hymn.

He didn’t thank me.
He didn’t ask.
He just climbed on
Like I was built
To last.

“It’s in my nature,”
That’s all he said.
While the water closed over
What could’ve been instead.
It’s in my nature —
No plea, no shame.
He left me sinking
With his name in my throat.

He told me he was different.
He told me he was cold.
He said it like a warning
But wrapped it in gold.
He was quiet halfway through,
Held on just right —
Then leaned to my ear
And killed us both that night.

He didn’t flinch.
He didn’t pause.
He just let go
Without ever
Letting on.

“It’s in my nature,”
That’s what he said.
No hint of regret,
No tilt of his head.
It’s in my nature —
No fear, no plea.
He left me sinking
With his name in me.

The current was slower
Than I thought it would be.
He watched the sky
As he dragged me beneath.

Now when I meet someone kind,
I squint at their hands.
Not because they’ll hurt me —
But because I still understand.

It’s in my nature —
To carry what hurts.
To take the weight,
Even when it gets worse.
It’s in my nature —
To float when I should leave.
To believe something soft
In someone built to deceive.

It's in my nature.

It's In My Nature

The wound is where the light enters. —Rumí

 🖤✨

Produced by The Miracle Syndicate
Published by Painful Records Ltd.

What is not yours cannot be lost.