Dust and Revenge

"Mirror Between the Years" is an album that moves between nostalgia and the vision of the future. Blending the textures of psychedelic soul, the warm grooves of retro funk, and the explosive energy of progressive rock guitars, each track becomes a unique chapter in a sonic narrative. Emotional vocals, cinematic arrangements, and moments designed for complete immersion guide the listener from the silence of the past into the fading light.
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"آینه ای میان سالها "
آلبومی است که بین نوستالژی و چشم‌اندازِ آینده حرکت می‌کند. ترکیب بافت‌های سایکدلیک سول، ضرب‌های گرم رترو فانک و انفجارهای گیتار پراگرسیو، هر قطعه را به فصلِ متفاوتی از یک روایت صوتی تبدیل کرده است. آوازهای احساسی، آرایش‌های سینمایی و لحظاتِ طراحی‌شده‌ برای غرق شدن، شنونده را از سکوتِ گذشته به نورِ در حالِ کم‌رنگ‌شدن هدایت می‌کند

Hollow Pearl

Subtext and Shadows

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No One Can Ever Tell

Right Behind You

shut your eyes and chill - “Oceans of the Mind” is a sweeping, ethereal journey through the landscapes of imagination. With lyrics that drift between waves of memory and endless horizons, the song invites listeners to close their eyes and surrender to a universe without limits — where dreams become kingdoms and the tides of thought are timeless.

Oceans of the Mind Progressive Rock  Psychedelic Rock

Mourning the things that once brought joy and purpose.

Used to Matter

so this is the awakening, a twisted reflection, 
more shattered than yesterday.
gotta deal with the pain, the loss of love — the real one,
that leaves a bitter taste — fear is crowned the queen in here.
i broke my hoop, and my brain is plotting regicide.

Chorus:
what is this flame that keeps on dancing,
that stands upright through the night?
if she’s the lover of my pyre,
then let her set it all alight.

i’ve given too much skin, don’t call me to tan my hide.
keep your glasses of water, your extra drops and your wax statues.
i ain’t no poet and i don’t care — i see only cowards, i’m their center,
 i’m a part of it, i’m their chanter, and i never run out of targets.

Chorus:
what is this flame that keeps on dancing,
that stands upright through the night?
if she’s the lover of my pyre,
then let her set it all alight.

so here it is, the exit — sorry, it ain’t any prettier.
if that’s the end of the tunnel, i won’t chew the coming words.
i don’t know what this universe wants, but i’m not sure it’s the right math.
it smells of spite inside my silence, kingdom of my twisted thoughts.

Chorus:
what is this flame that keeps on dancing,
that stands upright through the night?
if she’s the lover of my pyre,
then let her set it all alight.

the one i hear ain’t happy, not sure that bastard’s planning peace.
anyway, inside of me, demons are playing in the wound.
there’s a taste of déjà vu, like a black cat after nine lives.
let’s undress the disillusion — there it is, fear looks prettier.

Chorus (final):
what is this flame that keeps on dancing,
that stands upright through the night?
if she’s the lover of my pyre,
then let her set it all alight.


La peur est si jolie

Acoustic guitar, blues voice and life character

Bigger Than You Realise

Beneath the Shadow of Ed Gein
Written, recorded and performed by Pages in Clouds 2025



Ohhhhh, the sun has turned its face away.
 beneath the shadow of Ed Gein.
his crimes too dark for the sun ,
too dark to shine.

Mother whispers in the gloom,
Hmmmmmm, her voice a sermon, her word a tomb;
Her hand is gone, yet still it guides,
Ohhhhh, it binds the soul where terror hides.

ohhhhhhhh,
the skin screams out, why oh why?
ohhhhhhh,

The rafters creak, the shadows swell,
Hmmmmmm, the house is but a shell of hell;
The walls are lined with sorrow’s skin,
Ohhhhh, no prayer can cleanse the heart within.

The graves lie open, the moonlight wanes,
Hmmmmmm, the soil still sings with broken names;
The dead are called, their silence torn,
Ohhhhh, the night gives birth to grief reborn.

O mother, cruel, eternal flame,
Hmmmmmm, he lives and dies within thy name;
Thy voice commands, thy ghostly hand,
Ohhhhh, it drives him through a haunted land.

ohhhhhhhh,
the skin screams out, why oh why?
ohhhhhhh,

The wind laments, the darkness moans,
Hmmmmmm, the sickness is kingdom, dark and lone;
A throne of dust, a crown of bone,
Ohhhhh, he walks, but never walks alone.

The stars avert their pallid eyes,
Hmmmmmm, the sky denies his hollow cries;
For sin is sown where silence weeps,
Ohhhhh, the reaper wakes, but never sleeps.

ohhhhhhhh,
the skin screams out, why oh why?
ohhhhhhh,

The village shudders, the forest knows,
Hmmmmmm, the taint of death on every rose;
No hymns may rise, no bells may ring,
Ohhhhh, beneath the shadow of Ed Gein.

ohhhhhh,

ohhhhhh,

ohhhhhh,


the skin screams out, why oh why?

PB2025


Beneath the Shadow of Ed Gein

A doom-folk ballad that walks hand in hand with the Grim Reaper. That Was Death is cinematic, eerie, and deeply atmospheric, blending finger-picked guitar with swelling strings and a slow, pounding rhythm that feels like a funeral march. The lyrics channel the Reaper’s voice, weaving haunting imagery with a ritual refrain that lingers long after the final whisper.

This track is as much a story as it is a song, dark, poetic, and unsettlingly beautiful. Perfect for listeners who crave music with atmosphere, weight, and a touch of the otherworldly. Lyrics inspired by Mark's long departed friend James 'Bubs' Hubbard. Sadly missed but never forgotten.

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