The heat is on them now,
Our dreams are gone.
The choice is clear,
And the end is near.

The shutters open on her—
The golden sky,
The solar rays that shower
The metal shell.

The heat is on them now,
Our dreams are gone.
The choice is clear,
And the end is near.

The screaming,
The landscapes below,
Echoes—a roar
Of our journey to the
Holy war.

Credits:

Work 242 N. Off Is N. Off (by Front 242)
Written by: D. Bressanutti, JL De Meyer, P. Codenys, Richard 23

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

Enough Is Enough

🖤 The Miracle Syndicate - "Made Your Sorrow Feel Like Home (Unplugged)"

I watched you drown behind your eyes
By the iron shore where silence lied
Oh, smoke on the reeds, your fingers bled
Carried ghosts inside your head

The city pulse below my veins
But you… you never learned my name

And I…
I held you where the cold won’t speak
Beneath the birches, pale and weak
Your heaven lost, your burden known
I made your sorrow feel like home

My waters held the things you hid
A thousand suns, a life undid
Oh, you touched the rust upon my side
And wept for all you left behind

The wire sleeps beneath the ground, put down
Your pulse… it trembled with my sound

And I…
I held you where the cold won’t speak
Beneath the birches, pale and weak
Your heaven lost, your burden known
I made your sorrow feel like home

Trace me on your salted skin
Find my ruin deep within
Nothing here remembers you…
But I do

And I do…
And I do…

And I…
I held you where the cold won’t speak
Beneath the birches, pale and weak
Your heaven lost, your burden known
I made your sorrow feel like home

Credits:

Elena Morgenstern: Vox, Guitar, 
Brad Astra: Guitar
Nayeli Astra: Backing Vocals

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 + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

Made Your Sorrow Feel Like Home (Unplugged)

☔️ The Miracle Syndicate — "But Not Just Yet" 

I stood where the air forgot my name,
Pressed my hand against the pane.
The rain… it never asked me in—
It just waited… like you did then.

I’m not brave, just standing still…
At the doorway of what never will.

Leave me here with the silence kept,
With every door we never left.
The rain will fall…
and I’ll forget—
But not just…
not just yet.

Not just yet.

Thank you.

Credits:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Backing Vox
Brad Astra: Percussion 

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 + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

But Not Just Yet

Am Strand (Extended Mix)

Nüscht wärmt

🖤 The Miracle Syndicate — “The Missing Call”

The voice was promised, but never came.
A cold signal from a northern town,
where the snow clings, where the streets fade,
and now we wait — no sound, no name.

(Static, static)
The empty call (you hear it too?)
(Static, static)
The missing voice (echoes through)

We keep transmitting —
silence, frequency,
waiting for the missing call,
you and me, you and me.
We keep transmitting —
through the hush, the fall,
thank you for listening
to the missing call.

Twenty-three hundred, the time was set,
Zehlendorf dark under radio sky.
A message fading before it spoke,
and still we lean in, still we try.

(Static, static)
The empty call (you hear it too?)
(Static, static)
The missing voice (echoes through)

We keep transmitting —
silence, frequency,
waiting for the missing call,
you and me, you and me.
We keep transmitting —
through the hush, the fall,
thank you for listening
to the missing call.

Sometimes what’s missing
is louder than what stays —
sometimes the waiting
is what carries us away.

Sender Astra…
silence, frequency,
Sender Astra…

Sometimes what’s missing
and fate was fading...

The harm in memory.

Credits:

Nayeli Astra: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Backing Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

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 + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved
Written and Produced by Brad Astra

The Missing Call

Close to Pain
by The Miracle Syndicate 🖤✨

No, I'm not relieved.

We say farewell.
We turn around…
The stark dusk view —
and the sea —
is real.

What would you do?

I have pain.

Pain!
We have pain.

That star waits through the night.
That star fights for real light.

Duh, yeah. Me.

This is our life.
This is our love.
For some heated pain.

I still see us in the passing —
in the car I drive when you exclaim,
through salted tears,
you scream with the loud, 
Goodbye.

Godspeed.

I have —

Pain!
We have pain.

That star waits through the night.
That star fights for real light.

And so free the pain.

This is our life.
This is our love.
For some heated pain.

This is for some heated pain.

That star longs to shine its brightest light.
That star longs to sleep under satellites.

It feels right.
It’s all right
to keep you close again.

If we fall right,
it’s all right —
if we keep it close to pain.

Credits:

Nayeli Astra Xóchitl: Vox, Guitar
Elena Morgenstern: Vox, Synths & Sequencers
Brad Astra: Programming, Percussion, Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar

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 + Photography:
Brad Astra

Label:
Painful Records Ltd.

© 2025 The Miracle Syndicate · All rights reserved

Produced by The Miracle Syndicate

Close to Pain

Verlassener Raum

Ich habe hier geschwiegen
Als du gingst und nichts fiel um
Nur Licht, das auf dem Staub lag
Und Schatten ohne Grund

Ich trug dein Echo wie ein Kleid
Aber niemand sah mich gehen

Und doch…
war es nie still.

Verlassener Raum

🕊️✨ Angel Band

My latest sun is sinking fast,
my race is nearly run;
my strongest trials now are past,
my triumph is begun.

Refrain:
O come, angel band,
come and around me stand;
O bear me away on your snowy wings
to my immortal home.
O bear me away on your snowy wings
to my immortal home.

O bear my longing heart to him
who bled and died for me;
whose love now covers all my sin,
and gives me victory.

[Refrain]

Author: Jefferson Hascall (1860)
Copyright: Public Domain

Angel Band

Open End (Extended Remix)

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Feck & Ellie: 
Operator @bradastra
Vox @elenamorgenstern

Open End (Extended Remix)

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