mine, half the time

“Paradise Season” captures the pulse between darkness and light — where emotion meets control, and rhythm becomes desire. Each track blends deep basslines, hypnotic grooves, and cinematic energy, creating a modern club atmosphere that feels both intimate and limitless. A sound for nights that never end.

Take Control

Daylight

Chemical You

Payday

Runaway Season

New City

Through crackling flame and whispered prayer, Wickn summons Agnes Sampson, healer, accused, unbroken. Her spirit answers the call, bound not by rope but by rebellion.

The Accused

Wickn sails through mist to find Circe, mistress of transformation. Her song coils around the soul, venom and beauty intertwined. The sea itself bows to her will.

The Serpent of the Shore

Wickn calls the storm, and Mother Shipton answers. Her prophecies ride the thunder’s breath, a crown forged from lightning, her laughter echoing through the tempest.

The Tempest Crown

Through the mists of Avalon, Wickn calls to Morgan le Fay, healer, heretic, queen. Betrayed by blood yet bound by destiny, she rises once more, her crown forged of sorrow and storm.

Sovereign of the Hollow Crown

Wickn lights the first flame and calls to the veil. Hekate stirs in slumber, her name spoken through centuries of silence. The world trembles as the circle begins to close.

Invocation: The Sleeping Goddess

Wickn’s chant pierces the velvet halls of Versailles, summoning La Voisin, poisoner, priestess, survivor. She brings alchemy born of ash, turning sin into silver.

The Court Alchemist

Beneath the moonlit crossroads, Wickn calls to Marie Laveau. Drumbeats rise from the bayou; spirits dance. Her magic hums in the blood, fierce, proud, and everlasting.

Queen of the Crossroads

At the edge of dream and deceit, Wickn seeks Tituba, the mirror between worlds. Her voice bends truth to reflection, teaching that every shadow hides a deeper fire.

The Mirror

The forest bends beneath her tread. Wickn calls Baba Yaga, and her house walks to war. Iron roots tremble, shadows march, and the old witch laughs beneath the crimson moon.

The Ironwood March

The witches gathered, the spell complete. Wickn stands at the center, the Ninth Voice. Their chant shakes the heavens, a chorus of centuries summoning the goddess home.

The Coven: Return of the Light

lyrics:
you asked why I left 
you asked why I didn’t call you
you asked me why I’m gone
boy it wasn’t even that long

you don’t give a fuck  but you pretend that you do
call me boo n bae all day n night
don’t even ask about what is right

bae don’t give me that I don’t wanna fight
I just wanna roll my dutch in peace tonight
I’ll lay under the stars until they’re bright

let’s take your chevy out for a ride
ridin on the freeway until we glide
don’t ask me about what’s yours or mine

enjoy this cause we don’t have much time
so let’s hurry while we make the snow slurry
drag racing down the blvd 
you said why gotta make life hard
why we always gotta talk about that part

maybe you just don’t got that spark you left as the smoke rises to fade
guess it’s just another fucking day
I don’t give a fck about you anyway

that part (prod. kenay + burnaymadeit)

New Dimension

Altpop & big feelings. Thank you for listening <3

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