Nomads includes all the demo versions and original drafts of the songs from the album "Spiritual Nomads" where the songs are arranged in Illbient style.

Nomads

Past Forward (Greatest Hits Reworked Versions)

Greatest Hits (Reworked Version)

Sex (REWORKED)

CRAZY GIRL

Orphic Mysteries REWORKED

In Her Room On Her Knees REWORKED

Witch REWORKED

Panama REMASTERED VERSION

Just arrived at the address,
A voice said, “wait I’m wearing a dress.”
I smoked a cig while I waited,
When an old woman soon came out.


With a suitcase by her side,
A face that hid her sadness inside.
She closed the door to the past,
"Bye, my home," were her last words cast.


Drive me through the city lights,
Show me where my heart felt bright.
The neighborhood where I used to live,
Where my daughter was conceived.



She spoke of places she once knew,
Of her love and what she had viewed.
We traveled through her history,
That I will keep in my memory.



In the dark, she shared her past,
How quickly her life had passed.
In the taxi, the time stood still,
As I drove, her dreams were fulfilled.


Drive me through the city lights,
Show me where my heart felt bright.
The neighborhood where I used to live,
Where my daughter was conceived.

Drive me through the city lights,
Show me where my heart felt bright.
The neighborhood where I used to live,
Where my daughter was conceived.


Once at the hospice, her end was near,
In her mind, everything was clearer.
This would be her last night,
Her eyes closed with morning light.


Drive me through the city lights,
Show me where my heart felt bright.
The neighborhood where I used to live,
Where my daughter was conceived.


Drive me through the city lights,
Show me where my heart felt bright.
The neighborhood where I used to live,
Where my daughter was conceived.

DYKMN

City Lights 2025

In A Dive Bar REWORKED

I wrote this song to my mother, to thank her for all the love she has always given me.

Mother, tell me your dreams,
What did you want from life?
What did you hope to see,
From our future so bright?


My kids will serve the power,
Global dreams now devoured.
Your men change their own sex,
Men have changed from my sex.



mother, i'm falling down
mother  i'm crying now
mother  don't trust in god
Mother, in pain I plod.


Mother, fear your last days,
I’ll be blind, chained, and lost.
I will eat bugs, no more hair,
In ruins, I’ll chew bones.



Who will guard me then?
As I face the sad end,
Lost dreams in a world,
Tears reign, God is gone.



mother, i'm falling down
mother  i'm crying now
mother  don't trust in god
Mother, in pain I plod.




Now my hopes are lost,
In a world of tears,
Saints are far from here,
Made of plastic and bone.



Mother, remember that I love you.

MY NAME IS IRIS

Mother 2025

Origami REWORKED

She Keeps Bees 2025

In Hephaestus' ancient forge,
where the demiurge now emerges,
we step on forgotten ground,
where we're healed of our wounds.


A strange brew in our veins,
through archaic, mystic chains,
used by the ancient shamans,
to break the mind's domains.


Slender origami leaves dance,
the wind plays a sweet romance.
Feeble chants from the tree of life
Awaken my soul to bright new life.

In Kamaloka, desires are felt,
shedding the existential veil.
Through voids separating stars,
I glimpse the pyramids of Mars.

A strange brew in our veins,
through ancient, mystic chains,
to break the mind's domains,
and drift through cosmic plains.

Slender origami leaves dance,
the wind plays a sweet romance.
Feeble chants from the tree of life
Awaken my soul to bright new life.

NOMADS

Origami

She was proud in her Phrygian hat,
Barefoot among the fighters that
Filled the smoky streets of Belleville,
Marching onward to the Bastille.

The suffragettes in the square,
They fought, shedding bitter tears.
Italian boats with wheat on board,
Smuggled by girls for a reward.

Zarathustra spoke to the women,
But he never spoke about women.
Nietzsche, an aphoristic tension,
Lilith, an ancestral dimension.

(Verse 2)
Samnite girls exploring sex,
Painted in the suburban baths.
Young girls with lotus feet,
Drank their tea on Liji's streets.

Ahhotep welcomed the exiles
Among the siltstones of the Nile.
Flower of trick in Nysa's field,
It smelled like Persephone's skin.


Zarathustra spoke to the women,
But he never spoke about women.
For Nietzsche, an aphoristic tension,
Lilith, an ancestral dimension.

Zarathustra sprach zu den Frauen,
Doch er sprach nie über Frauen.
Nietzsche, an aphoristic tension,
Lilith, an ancestral dimension.



(Bridge)
Flower of trick in Nysa's field,
It smelled like Persephone's skin.
Young girls with lotus feet,
Drank their tea on Liji's streets.


Zarathustra spoke to the women,
But he never spoke about women.
For Nietzsche, an aphoristic tension,
Lilith, an ancestral dimension.

Zarathustra sprach zu den Frauen,
Doch er sprach nie über Frauen.
Nietzsche, an aphoristic tension,
Lilith, an ancestral dimension.

An Aphoristic Tension

Raging in the jaws of the id,
Groups of electrons form lone pairs.
On the benches of Central Park,
Sad sewn mouths swallow the dark.

Dense groups of digital nomads,
Are lost in the chips of iPads,
Grim spreaders of the new plague,
Trapped in solitude's dark cage.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.

At the time of the nuclear dawn,
Chernobyl apples in the town.
Bought as gifts with vengeful glee,
To poison foes and family.

How we misuse our earthly life,
A blade that cuts us like a knife.
Drowned in cycles of daily hate,
Lost on roads that twist our fate.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.
In the void, our voice appears,
In horror vacui, our fears.
In the void, the ego's sheer,
In my soul, a thousand tears.

I would like to travel back,
To the roots of my inner crack,
Facing my ancestral fear,
Exploring the ego's sphere.

L'esprit vit dans la matière,
Mais c'est la ouate qu'on préfère,
Une vie dans la crème fouettée,
Des âmes noyées dans le Léthé.

In the void, our voice appears,
In horror vacui, our fears.
In the void, the ego's sheer,
In my soul, a thousand tears.

Horror Vacui

Asia moves her graceful body
while the small altars stand ready.
Young vestals return from the fields
with lavender stems on their heads


Corcyra anklets on their feet,
Shining bright in the sunlit street
Pizarre laid out on steps at dusk.
Muzzuni wrapped in silk scarves lush


We dance like an ancient rite,
under the last pale rays of light,
virgin souls like the Greek vestals,
They Feel pure and bright as crystals.



Ancient songs of courtship and love,
like an angel watering doves.
Candy to seal a new friendship,
As Asia softly meets my lips.



I breathe in the evening air
Echoes of old Aghlabite squares
Old couples speak in muted tones,
their phrases worn like ancient stones




We dance like an ancient rite,
under the last pale rays of light,
virgin souls like the Greek vestals,
They Feel pure and bright as crystals.


We dance like an ancient rite,
under the last pale rays of light,
like priestesses of Delphi’s shrine,
where wisdom flowed through sacred wine.



Iriteddu facitini amari,
chi ‘nni ficimu cumpari,
‘nzoccu avemu ,‘nni spartemu,
e mai ‘nni sciarriamu,
cumpari semu e cumpari ristamu,
quannu veni ‘a morti, ‘nni spartemu.



We dance like an ancient rite,
under the last pale rays of light,
virgin souls like the Greek vestals,
They Feel pure and bright as crystals.

We dance like an ancient rite,
under the last pale rays of light,
like priestesses of Delphi’s shrine,
where wisdom flowed through sacred wine.

nomads

Muzzuni

I leave all my lucid dreams
to the symbols of Jungian myths,
so they may weave a denser web
before the next spiritual step.

I leave all my past mistakes
to the deadly Medusa snakes,
so they calm Zeus's daughter,
giving her the role of mother.

I would like to travel in time
to ancient people's shrines,
to relive their glorious past
the bygone values we've lost.


I leave my beloved black shoes
to the bold bearers of good news,
to retrace the paths of lost art
in the depths of the human heart.

I leave behind my dark masks
for pale faces fading in the dusk,
so they can tell their bitter lies,
choosing the colors of their ties.

J'aimerais voyager dans le temps,
dans la splendeur de ces moments,
revivre un passé glorieux,
les anciennes valeurs précieuses.

I would like to travel in time
to ancient people's shrines,
to relive their glorious past
the bygone values we've lost.

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Holographic Thoughts

In Hephaestus' ancient forge,
where the demiurge now emerges,
we step on forgotten ground,
where we're healed of our wounds

A strange brew in our veins,
through archaic, mystic chains,
used by the ancient shamans,
to break the mind's domains.

Slender origami leaves dance,
the wind plays a sweet romance.
Feeble chants from the tree of life
Awaken my soul to bright new life.

In Kamaloka, desires are felt,
shedding the existential veil.
Through voids separating stars,
I glimpse the pyramids of Mars.

A strange brew in our veins,
through ancient, mystic chains,
to break the mind's domains,
and drift through cosmic plains.


Slender origami leaves dance,
the wind plays a sweet romance.
Feeble chants from the tree of life
Awaken my soul to bright new life.

Slender origami leaves dance,
the wind plays a sweet romance.
Feeble chants from the tree of life
Awaken my soul to bright new life.

Sumaq rapraykuna tusuq,
Wayra taki munayniyuq,
Sami sutin sachaymanta,
Sonqoy kawsaymanta kachkan.

Slender origami leaves dance,
the wind plays a sweet romance.
Feeble chants from the tree of life
Awaken my soul to bright new life.

Origami Leaves

Children run through the olden streets,
While we drink and smell spicy meats,
Asia sips a cup of ouzo."
And ponder wisdom like Plato."

(Prechorus)
we ostracize our occult thoughts
in the hyperuranium, of truth
while young girls dance in a circle
in the geometries of Syrtos

Γνῶθι σεαυτόν (Know thyself)
your soul in the Orphic mysteries
Γνῶθι σεαυτόν (Know Thyself)
out of your atavistic memories


Many lies in the eyes of fear,
They hide orichalcum tears,
Wax masks of hypocrisy
Reign in this blind society.

Some atoms of reality
are waves of my diversity,
They cut the thread with my daemon,
Now lost in the streets of Athens.
Γνῶθι σεαυτόν (Know thyself)
your soul in the Orphic mysteries
Γνῶθι σεαυτόν (Know Thyself)
out of your atavistic memories

Γνῶθι σεαυτόν (Know thyself)
Through the echoes of eternity,
Γνῶθι σεαυτόν (Know thyself)
To unveil life's sacred symmetry.

"Ο θυμός του Θανάτου
κατέστρεψε την αρρώστια μου,
διασκορπισμένη στα νερά
του ποταμού Στυγός."
Γνῶθι σεαυτόν (Know thyself)
your soul in the Orphic mysteries
Γνῶθι σεαυτόν (Know Thyself)
out of your atavistic memories

Γνῶθι σεαυτόν (Know thyself)
Through the echoes of eternity,
Γνῶθι σεαυτόν (Know thyself)
To unveil life's sacred symmetry.

Γνῶθι σεαυτόν

In the quiet of lonely days
Lost beneath the twilight haze
I search in vain for the truth
Drowning in a thousand thoughts


My childhood dreams leave a trace
In the smile on my mother's face
Sound spells dance with the bees
Asia's sweet lips bring me peace


Al-ḥubbu nūru al-qalbi
Wa al-salāmu darb al-qalbi
ʿIsh bikhayrin dūna khawfin
Wajʿal al-ḥubba hadafak


Weak autumn rain cleans my rust
From the old gears of the past
"Shahr-e Sukhte, lost in flames
of its ancient and  distant fame"

Agra's Mehndi adorns our hands
Amid the songs of our friends
Memories trace my young face
Now I just need your embrace


Al-ḥubbu nūru al-qalbi
Wa al-salāmu darb al-qalbi
ʿIsh bikhayrin dūna khawfin
Wajʿal al-ḥubba hadafak

Al-ḥubbu nūru al-qalbi
Wa al-salāmu darb al-qalbi
ʿIsh bikhayrin dūna khawfin
Wajʿal al-ḥubba hadafak


Time slips away like falling rain
Moments fade, your smile remains
Years dissolve in autumn's breeze
Your touch still sets my heart free


Al-ḥubbu nūru al-qalbi
Wa al-salāmu darb al-qalbi
ʿIsh bikhayrin dūna khawfin
Wajʿal al-ḥubba hadafak

Al-ḥubbu nūru al-qalbi
Wa al-salāmu darb al-qalbi
ʿIsh bikhayrin dūna khawfin
Wajʿal al-ḥubba hadafak

Abstract Traveler's Diary

In The Void

Children run through the olden streets,
While we drink and smell spicy meats,
Asia sips a cup of ouzo."
And ponder wisdom like Plato."

(Prechorus)
we ostracize our occult thoughts
in the hyperuranium, of truth
while young girls dance in a circle
in the geometries of Syrtos

Γνῶθι σεαυτόν (Know thyself)
your soul in the Orphic mysteries
Γνῶθι σεαυτόν (Know Thyself)
out of your atavistic memories

Many lies in the eyes of fear,
They hide orichalcum tears,
Wax masks of hypocrisy
Reign in this blind society.

Some atoms of reality
are waves of my diversity,
They cut the thread with my daemon,
Now lost in the streets of Athens.
Γνῶθι σεαυτόν (Know thyself)
your soul in the Orphic mysteries
Γνῶθι σεαυτόν (Know Thyself)
out of your atavistic memories

Γνῶθι σεαυτόν (Know thyself)
Through the echoes of eternity,
Γνῶθι σεαυτόν (Know thyself)
To unveil life's sacred symmetry.

"Ο θυμός του Θανάτου
κατέστρεψε την αρρώστια μου,
διασκορπισμένη στα νερά
του ποταμού Στυγός."
Γνῶθι σεαυτόν (Know thyself)
your soul in the Orphic mysteries
Γνῶθι σεαυτόν (Know Thyself)
out of your atavistic memories

Γνῶθι σεαυτόν (Know thyself)
Through the echoes of eternity,
Γνῶθι σεαυτόν (Know thyself)
To unveil life's sacred symmetry.

Know Thyself

In the quiet of lonely days
Lost beneath the twilight haze
I search in vain for the truth
Drowning in a thousand thoughts

My childhood dreams leave a trace
In the smile on my mother's face
Sound spells dance with the bees
Asia's sweet lips bring me peace

Al-ḥubbu nūru al-qalbi
Wa al-salāmu darb al-qalbi
ʿIsh bikhayrin dūna khawfin
Wajʿal al-ḥubba hadafak

Weak autumn rain cleans my rust
From the old gears of the past
"Shahr-e Sukhte, lost in flames
of its ancient and distant fame"

Agra's Mehndi adorns our hands
Amid the songs of our friends
Memories trace my young face
Now I just need your embrace

Al-ḥubbu nūru al-qalbi
Wa al-salāmu darb al-qalbi
ʿIsh bikhayrin dūna khawfin
Wajʿal al-ḥubba hadafak

Al-ḥubbu nūru al-qalbi
Wa al-salāmu darb al-qalbi
ʿIsh bikhayrin dūna khawfin
Wajʿal al-ḥubba hadafak

Time slips away like falling rain
Moments fade, your smile remains
Years dissolve in autumn's breeze
Your touch still sets my heart free

Al-ḥubbu nūru al-qalbi
Wa al-salāmu darb al-qalbi
ʿIsh bikhayrin dūna khawfin
Wajʿal al-ḥubba hadafak

Al-ḥubbu nūru al-qalbi
Wa al-salāmu darb al-qalbi
ʿIsh bikhayrin dūna khawfin
Wajʿal al-ḥubba hadafak

Traveler's Diary

Panama

Your Body Is Hot 2025

Liars  2025

Halloween Night 2025

Son Coer Pur

Zombie  2025

After The Follout   2025

Do You Need Me Tonight 2025

What Do You Want From Me ?

A Strange Guy  2025 Maxter

Summer Rain 2025 Maxter

I Want To Lick 2025 Maxter

Princess Eyes 2025 Maxter

Ten Pics  2025 Maxter

I'll Be Stunning And Sexy For You 2025 Maxter

The Year I Started E xploring 2025 Maxter

She’s A Man I know It 2025 Maxter

IR1S (Intelligent Recognitive Integrated Sound) is an alternative band electronic music project where the central characters in every song are women. Each track tells a story, explores a social issue, or expresses a thought from the perspective of these protagonists, weaving together elements of both fictional narratives and real-life experiences. Drawing inspiration from strong women in literature, cinema, and dystopian worlds, IR1S creates a unique soundscape that blends powerful storytelling with evocative electronic beats.
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