EXXIDAE (4 Years Edition) (feat. Killstation) [Extended Version]

Shahmen - Harlem (DarK Boy Remix & Reverb + Bass Boost)

* Lady of the Lake *

I call upon you, Lady of the Lake, high priestess of Avalon, mistress of water's pulse and sovereign of the sacred feminine. In your shimmering depths lie transformation, guidance, guardianship. You raised Lancelot, gifted Excalibur, and stood at the boundary between worlds, nature and magic, mortal and divine. Known by many names, Nimue, Viviane, Morgan, your magic flows like a hidden river, both nurturing and unfathomable.
Once, I swam into those same depths, seeking escape, surrendering to fate. I swam as far as I could, until my strength surrendered to the dark water. At that edge between breath and oblivion, I was pulled back, saved by a stranger, just in time. That lake, my grave and my womb, became my crucible, my dark night of the soul, and the birthplace of my awakening.

Lady of the Lake, I step into your liquid threshold. I reclaim witchcraft's devotion, sobriety's clarity, and self-love's sacred armor.
Guide me. Guard this path I walk. Let your water wash away my fear, yet consecrate my purpose. Let this invocation be a vow: to rise, to protect, to honor the divine current within and around me.

This is my offering, to the waters, to the darkness from which light must emerge, 
to the lineage of priestesses before me, and to every heart that hears this call. May it stir within you that ancient knowing: you are not meant to merely survive-but to wield your rebirth, your power, your light.

This is my offering.

17/10/25

Lady of the Lake

LYRICS:

In search of change, to America they came,
As they stroll off of the boat, they know that nothing is the same,
People gave them dirty looks, as if they ain’t humans too,
All the courage that it took, see emotions bleeding through,
Put a gun into their hands, tell them “Fight for Uncle Sam,”
They ain’t treated equally, but they are free to die in bands,
Don’t understand the language, so you view them as dangerous,
Put innocents in cages, made sure they never made it, testing patience

Since this country was born, all the rich kill the poor (E sono stanco)
In their countries before, all the rich killed the poor (E ho un sogno)

Here’s a little known fact, 
Italian immigrants got lynched ‘cause “they mixed with the blacks,”
Know that down in New Orleans, 1891, it was March 14th,
Eleven men were beaten, some stripped and hung by demons,
Bludgeoned and shot, left bleeding,
Then left to rot, stopped breathing,
You see, back then they would say,
We’re not white, like shades of gray,
But as time went on, shit changed,
Kissed their ass to pave our way,
And there’s more to this story,
No background’s worth ignoring,
There’s people still enduring the discriminatory bullshit

Since this country was born, all the rich kill the poor (E sono stanco)
In their countries before, all the rich killed the poor (E ho un sogno)

This country was built from death and suffering. The land was taken from the Natives, Africans were made slaves to build it from the ground up, poor groups from around the world came here for a new life only to meet similar oppression and poverty that they tried to escape. Even now, in the modern day, people are still searching for equal rights and treatment. It’s up to us to cut the bullshit and make things better. Make sure that all the people who suffered and died throughout this country’s history did not do so in vain.

IMMIGRANT (DA ITALIA) [prod. bearded legend]

DRIFTING VIDEO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r1zHmKoIjgE



First track off of my upcoming EP "GARMONBOZIA" which will be released on 5/16.

prod. @gvllow

Bearded Legend - Unidentified

PashaRaven