Obsession (with be.foreal.kore, 22ruga, and MOSH)

Tracy zamora - halloween (prod. spvrk)

In My Bag

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Donda

Blame

Blame (Interlude)

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Saint - Never Again (prod. anx1ous)

This song is a raw, emotional confession of a love that refuses to fade, no matter how much time passes or how deeply the heart is wounded. It paints a picture of someone who gave everything... mind, body, and soul... only to find that love cannot be forced or earned. Through cosmic imagery of dying stars, a fading universe, and prayers hurled into the sky, the narrator expresses a grief so deep it feels eternal. The lyrics explore heartbreak, betrayal, and the crushing weight of unending devotion, all while holding onto a love that outlasts pain, time, and even life itself.

I Will Still Be Loving You

Lyrics:
In us something growls—no plea, just sign;
Dress shoes full of forest sand—ready on the line.
On paths where memory powders down to dust,
Too soon departed; breath turns slow and hushed.
Family, tradition—half-bowed in the rite;
I lift a little pebble—same longing, tight.
My polished soles scrape hard along time’s flint;
We cling to leaves that whisper in the…

Wind over us, wind on the face,
Wind—wind—our hearts grow soft and light.

(2x)
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.

No grave—only ash that travels, lets go in the wind;
Learn to bear what will not fall—be patient, kind.
Small stones in my palm—mute language, broken band;
We honor without signs—the breathing no-man’s land.
Between the ribs a hollow bell is spanned;
It rings for all we carry like a handful of sand.

[Chorus] (2x)
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.

She stands—a young widow—still in the square;
Her voice cuts through manners—pain’s the only prayer.
Relics I call pebbles—steam and moss for heat;
Too-early leaving cuts the hand; time ticks in linen sheet.

I weigh the stones—can weight restore his place?
I whisper, “Where’s his grave?”—too hurried a chase.
He sighs, “Only ash—no granite, no stone.”
Our shoulders drop; the silence walks alone.
“Ash,” he repeats—like air above the sea;
I nod, let go, and trace the edge more free.
Names rise like grains; what’s near fits in the hand—
Enough for those who stay to understand.

(2x)
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.
Wind over us, wind on the face;
Wind through this place—our hearts grow soft and light.

Hearts Soft and Light

A harrowing Dark Americana confession, "I Am the Host" chronicles a man's unwilling role as vessel for a demon that corrupts holy light in everyone he loves—forcing self-imposed exile to protect them from his poisonous touch. With themes of damnation worn like skin, curdling blessings, and sacrificial loneliness, this gothic folk nightmare blends tragic isolation with possessive horror. Watch the official video https://youtu.be/3F2Xixq5NgU: #DarkAmericana #IAmTheHost #GothicFolk #DemonicPossession #OccultBallad #HorrorFolk

I am the host

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