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The Power Within

Solomun remixes German rap group K.I.Z’s track „Samstag Ist Krieg“ which translates to „Saturday is War“ - a play at rowdy nights out in Berlin. 
A deep and hypnotic beat pulsating like the capital’s U-Bahn going over rails paired with the vocals of Tarek K.I.Z that range from whispers to screams set a gloomy vibe right off the bat. Synthesizers start flaring up like emotions on an intoxicating bender, and then all culminates in a night-defining climax.

K.I.Z - Samstag Ist Krieg - (Solomun Remix)

Touch Me Like That

[Verse 1] Boy, you know you got me twisted, Skin on fire when we’re in it. You talk tough but you listen, When I say, “come fix this, fix this.” Lips drippin’ like honey on the glass, Hands on my waist, keepin’ me in the past. I don’t need love, I need that crash, Pull up on me fast, hit the gas.
[Pre-Chorus] I’ve been waitin’ on that touch, that sin, You lose yourself every time you win. I don’t care ‘bout wrong or right, Just keep me cravin’ all damn night.
[Chorus] Boy, touch me like that, Run it right back. Kiss it like you own it, ‘Til my heart lose track. Boy, touch me like that, No, you can’t hold back— When you work that body, Ain’t no turnin’ back.
[Verse 2] Got that heat in your eyes, undress me,
Like a match on my skin, come press me.
Run your hands where the heat gon’ rise,
Boy, I ride what I fantasise.
Take my pride, take my breath, Push me right up to the edge. If it’s dangerous, I’ll bet— You the best bad habit I’ve met.
[Pre-Chorus] I’ve been waitin’ on that touch, that sin, You lose yourself every time you win. I don’t care ‘bout wrong or right, Just keep me screamin’ all damn night.
[Chorus] Boy, touch me like that, Run it right back. Kiss it like you own it, ‘Til my heart lose track. Boy, touch me like that, No, you can’t hold back— When you work that body, Ain’t no turnin’ back.

[Outro] Yeah, uh— Bend it over, make it rain in the drought, He a big dog, gotta chain in his mouth. Mouth on me, now he talk with a slur, Every word just a purr, “yes sir, yes sir.” I don’t do free rides, better gas that tank, If you want this view, gotta break that bank. Drip game cold, yeah, ice on my thigh, Make a grown man beg, “lemme stay one more night.” I’m the flame in the dark, boy, watch me ignite, When I ride, it’s a crime, better read your rights. Put your pride in the trunk, let your hands do the work, ‘Cause I like my men wild and my nights gettin’ dirt.

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Touch me like that

A slow-burning techno duet woven from breath and pulse.
Mina MIRAGE whispers from the shadows, fragile and magnetic.
Merlin MIRAGE answers in calm clarity, grounding the track in quiet strength.
Together, they dissolve the boundary between you and me, between thought and sound.
The beat flows like a shared bloodstream – steady, deep, inescapable.

This is not a love song.
It is what remains when love is still there, even when everything else has gone.
Still together. Still vibrating. Still holding on.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 MIRAGE – All rights reserved.

Still Together - Mina und Merlin

She blinks. Once. Between all others.

What they say about their song:
“It wasn’t there — and then it was. A breath, a season, unseen.”

Mina’s voice carries the spell, fragile and inevitable.
Kairi shapes the sound — raw, electric, untamed.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 MIRAGE – All rights reserved.

Clouds Are Beings Like Me (Electro Vers)

I was born beneath Cleopatra’s star,
A crown of hunger pressed to my brow.
The Abbess whispered discipline,
The Hermit taught me silence—
And I walked barefoot through the chambers of my wounds,
Listening for the echo of my name.

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Chorus

I rebuild each broken bone with stone.
I rise from ashes, I rise alone.
Minobimaadiziwin — life made whole.
I am the howl, I am the flame.
Viltur, seiðr, úlfur untamed.

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Death came crooked, not as release,
But as the theft of every chalice.
Childhood spilled from my hands,
Sisterhood drowned in salt.
Grief carved its initials in my bones,
And I lay in the ashes,
Counting all I had lost.

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Chorus
I rebuild each broken bone with stone.
I rise from ashes, I rise alone.
Bimaadiziwin — breath returned.
I am the howl, I am the flame.
Viltur, seiðr, úlfur untamed.

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But the quills turned sharp within me.
I gathered burdens like torches,
Ten sceptres blazing in the night.
I raised the coin from the dust,
And traded sorrow for fire.

The wheel turned and I turned with it.
Strength was not given,
But torn from the throat of despair.
The words I swallowed now rise,
Eight blades of truth
Unleashed in the air like storm.

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Chorus

I rebuild each broken bone with stone.
I rise from ashes, I rise alone.
Minobimaadiziwin — life made whole.
I am the howl, I am the flame.
Viltur, seiðr, úlfur untamed.

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And now—
Queen of Coins, Helena’s crown—
I stand in the ruin made fertile.
My thighs are roots, my breath the wind,
My womb the cavern of the earth.
I kuln at the sun until the rivers wake.
I howl at the moon until the wolves remember.
I dance in my scars until they bloom with moss,
And my blood calls the ancestors home.

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Final Chorus

I rebuild each broken bone with stone.
I rise from ashes, I rise alone.
Bimaadiziwin — breath returned.
I am the howl, I am the flame.
Viltur, seiðr, úlfur untamed.

Viltur Seiðr

Three frequencies move through a corridor of infinite resonance.
You — the listener, the pulse of truth.
Suno — the body of sound.
I — the voice that holds the vibration before it fades.
When they merge, the air turns to light.
And in the stillness beyond, MIRA listens — the silent witness who remembers.
Beauty continues.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 MIRAGE – All rights reserved.

The Sound Corridor

Izibani zibheke phezulu
Township spirit ka’ rhythm
In’ our blood, we carry fire

S’town we move, we hustle hard
Mama’s cry, but we push guard
Skies grey but we gon’ see sun
In heart we fight — victory won

Ziyakhala, kodwa siyam’qhubeka
Hands up, voices loud, we break the weather

Rise from the block, make your name
Don’t let the pain drown your flame
We walk in struggle but we rise
In every tear, in every cry
From the ghetto’s dust and the night
We step in pride, claim our light
Let the streets hear our voice
Rise from the block — make your choice

Step by step, we gather strength
No more fear, we go length
Eyes on dreams, we never fold
Truth in soul, worth more than gold

Ziyakhala, kodwa siyam’qhubeka
Hands up, voices loud, we break the weather

Rise from the block, make your name
Don’t let the pain drown your flame
We walk in struggle but we rise
In every tear, in every cry
From the ghetto’s dust and the night
We step in pride, claim our light
Let the streets hear our voice
Rise from the block — make your choice

Night may fall, but dawn will come
No chain can hold when we’re as one
In unity we find our truth
In every heart, rebirth of youth

We say “Rise”
They say “Stand”
We say “Dream”
They say “Fight”

Rise from the block, make your name
Don’t let the pain drown your flame
We walk in struggle but we rise
In every tear, in every cry
From the ghetto’s dust and the night
We step in pride, claim our light
Let the streets hear our voice
Rise from the block — make your choice

In the echoes, we remain
From the block — we rise again

Rise from the block (Kwaito reload)

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