Name: Dolls by Ebon's Blade
Duration: 4 min 24 s
Description: Check out the full album here: https://soundcloud.com/ebons-blade/sets/dark-horse-full-album?si=0c1c73432f7b48ad976cda58fa0ccaa4&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

INNERSHIFT

Moon Eat The Sun , All is Done is Done | The King of dark | A True Story ~ The Guided Hermetic Philosophy Tarot Reading STTAP's Interpretation.

King of the dark

King of the Dark

Guilty Touch is temptation at its smoothest — a secret rendezvous wrapped in bass and breath. Jayvíon's vocals melt over a late-night beat as he confesses to wanting what he shouldn’t have. It’s seductive, forbidden, and addictive — like crossing a line with your eyes wide open.

With hypnotic production and intimate lyrics, this is R&B at its most cinematic and conflicted.

For fans of Trey Songz, The Weeknd, and dark bedroom R&B vibes.

Guilty Touch

"Unforgettable Type" is a bold pop track produced and written by Be Read, celebrating the essence of a woman who commands attention and leaves an indelible mark. With infectious melodies and empowering lyrics, the track captures the confidence, beauty, and magnetic energy of a powerhouse boss lady who transforms lives just by being her authentic self.

Unforgettable Type

This song is about the moment loss stops being abstract.

It’s about how violence, tragedy, and grief are usually framed as headlines, statistics, or quick stories we scroll past until one day it’s someone you love. Someone whose laugh you remember. Someone whose shoes are still by the door. Someone the world suddenly reduces to a sentence instead of a life.

I wrote this from the space where guilt, love, and shock collide. From replaying conversations. From asking the questions that never get answers. From realizing how many warnings we hear and don’t understand until it’s too late.

This isn’t a song about blame. It’s about witnessing. About refusing to let a real person become a simplified narrative. About sitting with the uncomfortable truth that systems fail quietly long before they fail loudly.

If you’ve ever lost someone and felt like the world moved on too fast, this song is for you.
If you’ve ever brushed off a warning and wished you could go back, this song is for you.
And if this makes you listen closer, hold tighter, or pay attention where you didn’t before then the pain turned into something meaningful.

Thank you for holding this story with me.

Slow Burning Death

Broke That Spell Straight to Hell by Aniel in its occult underground form sounds like a ceremony disguised as a trap record, The production moves slow and heavy, built from distorted bass that throbs like a living pulse beneath layers of whispered voices and reversed chants, The rhythm feels ancient yet mechanical, as if forged from metal and blood, Aniel delivers her vocals with eerie calm, part confession, part command, her tone shifting between human vulnerability and divine defiance, The lyrics sound like ritual poetry meant to summon something forgotten, looping phrases that feel carved in flame, Each bar drips with tension, never fully releasing, only spiraling deeper into shadow, The absence of melody creates space for breath and echo, the sound of a temple collapsing in slow motion, By the final moment the track doesn’t end but dissolves, as though the ritual succeeded and the spell continues through whoever listens, It’s beautiful, unsettling, and dangerously hypnotic

Broke that Spell Aniel 1

THE RED QUEEN’S PRIVATE JOURNAL

A Synopsis from the Reign of Eternal Order

On the eve of the Grand Ball, the Red Queen records a world that behaves exactly as it should. The palace glows with deliberate elegance, music softening at her presence, gold settling into its rightful weight. Courtiers smile without strain, abundance flows without panic, and even silence understands when to bow. Order is not enforced—it is expected. This is the triumph of preparation, where certainty replaces chaos and stability is mistaken for peace.

Yet beneath the flawless choreography of her court, the Queen’s private words reveal the cost of such perfection. Authority, she reflects, weighs more when unobserved. On moonlit balconies and in the hush between commands, she tests the quiet, reassures herself that control remains intact. Loyal sentinels stand ready, borders are secure, and disturbances are dismissed as maintenance rather than threat. Nothing is wrong—nothing serious, at least.

Small amusements begin to surface. Reports of the Dormouse arrive, contradictory and irritating in their harmlessness: clocks nudged, hats misplaced, order rearranged just enough to mock precision. Candy whispers follow—the Twins distributing sweetness in shadowed corners, dulling attention, tempting forgetfulness. The Queen refuses to dramatize it. Symbols only gain power when named. For now, these are trifles. No cracks yet.

Then the mirrors hesitate.

Reflections lag by fractions of a breath. Angles disagree. The Queen corrects them as one corrects the world—by insisting harder. Glass should not invent. It should reflect. But hesitation lingers, and with it a sense of deviation too subtle to punish, too persistent to ignore. Roses bloom when they should not. Silence lasts a beat too long. Orders are obeyed, but with delay.

The Queen responds not to threat, but to pattern failure. Scouts are sent quietly. Armor replaces silk. The palace grows heavier, more deliberate. A name begins to circulate in careful whispers—Alice—spoken like a misalignment rather than an enemy. Wonderland reacts before she arrives: clocks slip, mirrors fracture, sweets spread like weeds. Pressure mounts, and the Queen speaks more often, not from fear, but from the need to reinforce clarity. Velvet law tightens with a smile.

Alone at night, she reassures herself before obedient glass. For moments, everything aligns again. Then comes the flicker. A stutter. A memory the realm refuses to forget. The Queen resolves to act—not in rage, but in preparation. The Hound will be released. Order will be restored.

In her final private reckoning, she confesses not anger, but confusion. Her people are safe, fed, spared the chaos of choice. Why resist perfection? Why misalign what has been so carefully forged? She names Alice not as rebellion, but as something worse: a distortion. A presence that bends mirrors, clocks, and loyalties simply by existing.

The candle burns low. The embers glow. The Queen does not look away.

Everything she has done was necessary. History will agree—because she is the one who writes it.

To read the full journal entries from the Red Queen’s own hand, visit OneDareLand.com
  https://onedareland.com/
The door only opens if it chooses you.

Hold The Line

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Check out the full album here: https://soundcloud.com/ebons-blade/sets/dark-horse-full-album?si=0c1c73432f7b48ad976cda58fa0ccaa4&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Dolls

Even When It Hurts

"I'll be your dark-horse candidate."

Mixing everything I love most from Dark Hip-hop, CHH, Electronic, Retrowave and more. My style is more on the deranged, sad, spooky and sinister side. 

It's where I thrive the most and feel most comfortable. Most things come from my own personal experience, and then watching how others act around me. The rest comes from my imagination.

I write all of my lyrics, and create music from it as a side hobby because it's fun. My goal is to make something that I would like to listen to myself, everything else that comes with it , can hopefully impact others in a positive way. 

Thank you to all of those who take the time to listen to what I have to offer in sound. If you're also an artist, please don't give up. Someone out there needs your music, they just need for you to make it first. Stay consistent, and always be inspirational.

[P.S - I ignore most of my dm's because 99% of it is spam. I'll get back to you when I can if you're not a bot.]

Dolls

Ebon's Blade

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