“A heartfelt ballad about lost love and longing. Emotional lyrics, soft melody, and the pain of goodbye. Inspired by the memory of Mathilda.”

I remember the first time you looked at me,
Like a dream that I never thought I’d see.
But now I’m standing here alone,
Wondering where the love has gone.

I need you, baby, can’t you see?
I thought we’d be forever, you and me.
But the nights are long, the silence loud,
And your touch is lost in a crowd.

Mathilda, you broke my heart,
I thought our love would never fall apart.
A kiss goodbye, a silent scream,
You’re just a fading memory, a dream.

Forever turned to never, 
in the blink of an eye,
I need you more than words can say,
But you’re gone, and I’m here to cry.

But now I’m holding only air,
And wishing you were still there.

I dream of the love that we used to know,
But now it’s lost, just like the snow.
Falling fast, then fading away,
And I’m still here, begging you to stay.

Mathilda, oh, Mathilda, where did we go wrong?
I need you, baby, but you’re gone.
But now I’m holding only air,
and wishing you were still there.

Mathilda

"Wisdom of the Ancients" 🌿✨
"I am the wisdom, I am the calm, I sing with the wind a sacred psalm…"

"Wisdom of the Ancients" is the next piece from the album "The Ballads of the Whispering Trees", a collection of atmospheric compositions inspired by the stillness and timeless wisdom of nature.

This song embodies the essence of an ancient guardian of the forest, standing through centuries, whispering the secrets of time with every rustling leaf. From the glow of sunrise to the hush of moonlit nights, from gentle raindrops to the endless cycle of seasons, the melody carries echoes of an age-old harmony between earth and sky.

Each track in this album invites the listener into a world where silence speaks, shadows dance, and the trees hold memories of forgotten songs. Let the whispers of the forest guide you into a space of reflection, peace, and deep connection to the rhythms of nature.

✨ Close your eyes, listen to the wisdom of the ancients, and embrace the stillness. ✨

🔮 More songs from "The Ballads of the Whispering Trees" coming soon!
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Wisdom of the Ancients

A mix of rock and instrumental 
Scottish heroes and stories of old 

The Mountains Weep

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Pretty When You Beg

[Verse 1] Came back crawling, hands all cracked, Saying “baby” like I’d take you back. You lit the match and watched me burn,
Now I’m the blaze with no return.
You gave her pearls, gave me your lies, I stitched my wounds, let vengeance rise. Now I’m the bitch beneath your sleep,
The shadow where your secrets creep.
[Pre-Chorus] You built a wall, I broke the door Now I don’t cry — I settle scores You taste regret with every breath And I just smile while you beg to forget
[Chorus] You’re pretty when you beg, so go ahead Tell me all the things you should’ve said You thought I’d die? Bitch, I survived Now I’m the problem you can’t hide Your love was fake, but pain? That’s mine I turned your chaos into design So cry, confess—no final pleas You’re pretty when you beg, so fuck your tears! 
[Verse 2] Your words were sweet, now bitter lies,
She wears your mask — I cut the ties.
I carved my path through your deceit,
And wore your downfall at my feet.
You missed the poison in my eyes,
Now you’re drowning in your disguise.
You said I’d bend? I broke the mold.
Now I watch you burn as you grow old.
[Pre-Chorus] You built a wall, I broke the door Now I don’t cry — I settle scores You taste regret with every breath And I just smile while you beg to forget
[Chorus] You’re pretty when you beg, so go ahead Tell me all the things you should’ve said You thought I’d die? Bitch, I survived  Now I’m the problem you can’t hide Your love was fake, but pain? That’s mine I turned your chaos into design So cry, confess—no final pleas You’re pretty when you beg, so fuck your tears! 
[Bridge] Tears? Nah, I cut that thread, You lost your mind, now you’re dead. Built your lies, now live in shame, I’m the fire, you’re the flame.
[Outro] Red lips, black dress, ice in my veins, Your new girl’s a joke, playing your game.
So cry, confess—no final pleas You’re pretty when you beg, so fuck your tears! 

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Pretty when you beg

A nostalgic soft rock ballad in B minor, blending elements of folk rock, pop rock, and subtle alt-country. The song reflects on growing up on a close-knit street, where memories of childhood freedom, connection, and place still echo through time. With warm acoustic tones and heartfelt storytelling, Where I Grew captures the essence of simpler days and lasting identity. Blending my own ideas with AI support – a journey shaped by feeling and code.

The Old Street

We all set a place at the table for the parts of ourselves we fear have wandered too far. Even when it feels like no one returns, life quietly invites us to keep the door open. Sometimes, hope is simply the act of waiting with an open heart — trusting that, one day, we’ll find our way home, or that home will find us.

I built a shelter out of wishes,
Lit candles for the ones I lost.
But no footsteps echo in my hallway,
No voices call me home.

No one comes home,
No one comes home,
I wait and I wait,
But no one comes home.

Night after night,
I set the table for my missing self.
I sing to the shadows on the wall,
But only silence answers.

No one comes home,
No one comes home,
I wait and I wait,
But no one comes home.

Maybe I am the ghost
I keep waiting for,
Turning the key
In an invisible door.

No one comes home,
No one comes home,
I wait and I wait,
But no one comes home.

No One Comes Home

🖤 Velvet Possession – Art Video Lyric Experience
This is a purely artistic expression. Just sound, shadow, silk and your imagination. 
Let the lines blur between voice and touch, lace and light.
An extension of the haunting, emotional atmosphere of Velvet Possession.

🎧 A darkwave lyric art film blending noir aesthetics, shadowplay, and sensual abstraction on YouTube: https://youtu.be/1d_GTPkkirM
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🎧 Listen me on this platforms :
❤️ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@ThrillianAI
💚 Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/2qmZw2btH…yZRCeqHYNWC5PO3g
🖤 Soundcloud: @thrillian-ai
🍎 Apple Music : music.apple.com/cz/artist/thrillian-ai/1803222686
🌐 thrillianai.com/
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• Lyrics: Thrillian
• Concept: Thrillian
• Creative AI partner in this project: ChatGPT

Velvet Possession

UNHOLY MARY by Nova J

[Spoken Intro]
I’ll give you until the count of five.
Then I do it.
5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

[Verse 1]
You cry wolf in the courthouse, you cry wolf in the pews
Every man who gets close leaves branded, accused
Unholy Mary, queen of shadows and schemes
You built your religion on your children’s screams

[Pre-Chorus]
Every story you spin gets heavier still
Like snow piling high on that house on the hill
(Unholy Mary… what happened to you?)

[Verse 2]
You lock all the windows, you deadbolt the door
Homeschool their silence, they don’t dream anymore
You search for new labels, new ways to get paid
But the mirror reflects every debt you’ve made

[Pre-Chorus]
Every promise you broke turned colder with time
Your letters to God just excuses in rhyme
(Unholy Mary… what happened to you?)

[Chorus]
Unholy Mary, where do you hide?
(Unholy Mary… where do you hide?)
Your children are shadows, they stand by your side
(Unholy Mary…)
The mirror won’t answer, it just looks right through
 (Unholy Mary… what happened to you?)
Unholy Mary, what happened to you?
(Unholy Mary… what happened to you?!)

[Bridge]
Vanity binds you, your mercy decays
Loneliness lingers, you’re lost in the maze
Your children bear burdens they never should know
You pray for redemption, but the mercy won’t show

[Outro]
Snow falling steady on your backyard gate
The candles burn out, but you’re still awake
It’s your fate. Oh Mary. It’s your fate.
Your fate. Your fate.

[Instrumental Close]

Unholy Mary

Let Peace Prevail (with Michel Custine)

I owe my entire professional career to copywriting. writing was an obvious choice, as I had always sat down regularly to just put into words whatever came to mind like a madman with four fingers on my little travel typewriter. just like before, the following was written spontaneously, in pure rage, from the gut, without thinking. translated directly into english using DeepL.

©lyrics and additional rhythm guitar by Hans-Michael Albers, music & vocal performance by suno 5

what kind of contagious madness is this, that spreads so blatantly in our minds like the furiously of a raging ulcer of grotesque insanity, all-consuming hatred, reality-distorting prejudices, and fucking self-importance? who unleashed these bloody killers of common sense, who understands nothing but twists everything, turning the dumbest idiots into smug heroes of an ideocracy that smashes everything and tramples every ounce of reason into the ground of boundless stupidity?

they laugh at facts like it’s a circus show, science gets ghosted while the nonsense grows, critical thoughts in a freefall, truth is in exile, won’t find a home, gonna lose any relevance, reason’s a relic, buried in the dirt, morality's begging on a street of clones, the intellect retreats into ridiculous bubbles of romantic self-deception. the wise are silenced, fools got the mic, they gas up the dark and blow out the light, they sell fake news like a carnival prize, bouncing off the walls like echo chambers, they trade books for memes, wisdom for hurt, gold for glitter, sense for hype. they mock the laws of nature call it a game, spit on the caution ones, rewrite all rules, make the categorical imperative a rumor, a myth to blame for everything that ever went wrong.

is it all too late?

the old white man brings back his god of self-righteousness, who blesses everything and justifies every atrocity, no matter how abominable, his sublime image, the almighty world order of the master race, which can do whatever it wants as long as people kneel in church on sundays and celebrate their bigoted hypocrisy together. and no one questions the lies. they are the sacred idea of all existence, and now they are coming to take you away, to disintegrate your entire worldview, everything you ever believed in, they burn your compass and everything that gives you direction to protect you from despair and self-doubt.

this is not a dream, not a nightmare, not a bad drug, and not a horror movie. this is what is happening right now. it’s real. it’s fucking real. the most real reality you have ever experienced. you are not overestimating it; you are not a pessimist or a doomsayer. you’re not a wimp, you’re not a weirdo, YOU ARE RIGHT! and the only thing you need to finally get it, is that it's not too late to stop what we're becoming

it's not too late to stop what's comin'
now
‘cause anything not now is too late
‘cause now they're comin' for you
especially for you 
it's not too late to stop what we're becoming
it's not too late to stop what's comin'

Too late

MagicMind Relax – Our Mission
MagicMind Relax is dedicated to bringing balance, peace, and inspiration through sound. Whether through gentle lullabies, mindful soundscapes, or emotionally resonant melodies, our goal is to create music that soothes the heart and expands the mind.

Welcome to MagicMind Relax
Step into a world of serenity and sonic exploration. Whether you're looking for peaceful bedtime music, meditative sound journeys, or immersive compositions for reflection, MagicMind Relax offers a diverse collection designed to uplift, calm, and inspire.

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I am a musicologist with a passion for sound and harmony, now channeling my expertise into the transformative world of MagicMind Glow. As part of MagicMind Relax, I create music that nurtures the soul—ranging from enchanting lullabies for children to immersive relaxation tracks for deep mindfulness.