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Empire Of The Ego

"Blood Moon Jubilee" is the sound of a backwoods revival under a red sky — stomps, claps, and slide guitar rising like fire through the swamp night. The Swamp Tones turn grit into celebration, singing for the lost and the living in a defiant blues stomp. This track is a field holler for the modern day — raw, ecstatic, and unchained.

Blood Moon Jubilee

Verse 1]
Floating high above the fire,
through the golden, endless haze.
Found a ghost in drifting silence,
[ drop] [ bridge]
lost within the Venušian maze.

Ancient letters, torn and trembling,
whisper stories to the sky.
[ bridge]
Empty walls and fading echoes,
[ bridge]
voices of a time gone by.

⸻[ instrumental intermezzo, dark synths and electric clear sharp slow blues like guitar solo ]

[Chorus]
Don’t destroy the Mother,
[ bridge]
don’t forsake your only sky.
Don’t forget the breathing gardens,
[ bridge]
where the rivers learned to cry.

Whisper of the Mother,
through the storms that tear and fall.
Hold the Earth within your memory,
[ bridge]
or you will lose it all.

⸻

[Verse 2]
Crumbled dreams in broken chambers,
silent warnings stitched in light.
We replay the lost recordings,
[ bridge] [ drop ]
seeking meaning through the night.

Golden ashes swirl around us,
calling back what we once knew.
[ bridge]
Every heartbeat is a promise,
every breath belongs to you.

⸻

[Chorus]
Don’t destroy the Mother,
don’t forsake your only sky.
[ bridge]
Don’t forget the breathing gardens,
[ bridge]
where the rivers learned to cry.

Whisper of the Mother,
through the storms that tear and fall.
Hold the Earth within your memory,
[ bridge]
or you will lose it all.

⸻

[Outro] ([ instrumental , synths , piano, guitar , whispering ]
Whisper…
Whisper of the Mother…
[ bridge]
Drift across the stars…
[ bridge]
Remember who you are.

mothership story

“She healed me when I couldn’t rest.”

What they say about her song:
“A lullaby for the unseen — where fur, memory and grief become light.”

A cat made of silence.
A brother made of stars.

One pulled poison from the skin.
The other stood in the dark, watching her bleed sound into song.

This is the story of what remains when everyone is gone —
the girl, the scars, the breathless fur still warm at night.

She came with claws but slept like a child.
She vanished with the fox,
and never once asked for more than music and pain.

Now she rests in the gravity of a boy who saw everything.

Together, they orbit the girl who sings.
Together, they remember.
Together, they are the reason she dares to keep breathing.

Luna is with Tom now.

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

Luna Is with Tom Now (Luna, My Healer)

We sleepwalk into dreams that turn into nightmares as we wake

Deep Fake

downtempo electronic reinterpretation of the original metal version

Shadowlands alternate version

I have not so much to say more then Thank you for listen 🙏🌞🎶🎵

The Breath Between Worlds

How Often

A love that survives through hardship and hunger.
A worn-out beauty born from everyday pain.

Rust and Roses

Back to Her

🎸💥 Slow-Motion Zen vs. Hyperactive Chaos — the Song
This track is basically what happens when one person tries to stage a whole emotional Broadway show in your living room… and you just sit there like a disappointed houseplant.

It’s indie rock with jangle-pop sparkle, post-punk heartbeat, and the calm, unbothered aura of someone who has already survived three relationship plot twists, two monologues, and one mysteriously slammed door.

Here’s the dynamic:
They: changes season, mood, haircut and entire personality every four minutes.
You: “Cool. I’ll be over here. Breathing.”

They storm around kicking up dust, lighting metaphorical matches, painting imaginary thunderstorms on your ceiling like an avant-garde weather report nobody asked for.
Meanwhile, you’re proudly practicing the ancient art of Not Giving Them The Reaction They Are Fishing For™ — a martial discipline passed down since childhood and powered entirely by patience, caffeine, and mild existential resignation.

Somehow, your stillness is their personal magnet.
They keep coming back.
They keep testing your walls.
They keep poking the emotional bear…
…and the bear just quietly sips tea.

This song is for anyone who has ever stayed calm on purpose — not because they’re boring, but because chaos is exhausting and someone has to be the adult in the room.
(It’s you. Congratulations.)

Turn it up, stay still, enjoy the jangle. 🌙🎶

Lyrics:

You walk in circles ‘round my evening,
kicking dust into the light.
Throwing sparks like little questions,
hoping one will start a fight.
But I don’t move, I don’t shake easy —
I just breathe and let it slide.
You paint thunder on the ceiling,
but I stay quiet on my side.

I stay still…
when your storms start running wild.
I stay still…
like I learned it as a child.
You push and pull and twist the room,
just to see if I react —
but I stay still…
and somehow you keep coming back.

You switch from winter into summer,
in a heartbeat, in a breath.
You throw lines like little riddles,
testing edges, testing depth.
And I don’t flinch, I don’t chase shadows —
I’ve got time you can’t unmake.
You light matches in the doorway,
just to see if something breaks.

I stay still…
when your moods start shaking walls.
I stay still…
through your rises and your falls.
You crash like waves across the room,
waiting for me to react —
but I stay still…
and somehow you keep coming back.

Maybe you dance around the tension
just to hear the wires hum…
maybe I don’t rise to chaos
‘cause I know what you run from.
Maybe calm is just my weapon,
maybe quiet is my shield…
maybe you return each time
to test what never yields.

So go on, twist the nights around me,
light the corners, bruise the air…
I’ll stay still — the same slow center —
’cause I know you’ll find me there.

I Stay Still

:
“Halfway to 1 Million monthly plays — Thank You 💫”

“نصف الطريق نحو المليون — شكراً لكم 💫”

1M+ plays. 100% independent.  
DIY spirit. Global sound. 1M strong.  
A million hearts. One frequency.  
Thanks for 1,000,000 — next stop: infinity.
نصف الطريق نحو المليون 🌙  
أكثر من ٤١٦ ألف استماع خلال آخر ٣٠ يوم — شكراً لكل من استمع وشارك وحافظ على وهج الموسيقى.  
بدأت الرحلة من غرفةٍ صغيرة… والآن تصل الأصوات إلى العالم.  
دعونا نصل إلى المليون معاً 🖤  
— H-dMan Such (سلافومير)


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