Spells to cast this October

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Harvest of Echoes

Ice Queen is an original song created by Mikael and Lauren Devlin. Farewell Forever is the title of Lamantaria's debut album, coming soon (Spring of 2026)

Ice Queen | Lamentaria

I walk streets that forget their own names,
Billboards scream but nothing remains.
Every feed is a flood of fire,
Hope feels small, and the truth feels tired.
I had plans that never got born,
Dreams turned ghost in a world so torn.
The garden I carried has nowhere to grow,
Only echoes of what I’ll never know.

Phantom bloom, what could have been?
Phantom bloom, where do I begin?
World on fire, soil gone cold,
Phantom bloom, the life we’re owed.

Paper crowns and concrete rain,
We trade soft earth for glass and chain.
Every promise we plant gets drowned,
Roots can’t hold on this poisoned ground.
I keep watering empty air,
Fighting shadows that were never there.
If nothing grows, is it me to blame,
Or the chaos that forgot my name?

Phantom bloom, what could have been?
Phantom bloom, where do I begin?
World on fire, soil gone cold,
Phantom bloom, the life we’re owed.

I scream for a spring that never arrives,
For every lost seed that might have survived.
If there’s a god of forgotten things,
Hear this noise my silence brings.

Phantom bloom, what could have been?
Phantom bloom, where do I begin?
World on fire, soil gone cold,
Phantom bloom, the life we’re owed.
Phantom bloom, the life we’re owed.

Phantom Bloom (deluxe track)

I built my altar out of broken glass,
Every shard a Sunday I couldn’t pass.
Choirs of memory in a burned-out nave,
Hallelujah to the mess I couldn’t save.
Candles drip down to the shape of my scars,
A cathedral of ruin under falling stars.

They said salvation lives in the light,
But I found heaven in a sleepless night.

This is my gospel of ashes and stone,
Where the broken and beautiful stand alone.
I fell, I bled, and the ground became grace,
The beautiful corruption of faith.

I drink communion from a chipped black cup,
Every failure a wine that lifts me up.
My psalms are written on subway walls,
Every crack in the pavement is where God calls.
Confession’s a whisper to an empty sky,
But the echo replies, and it feels alive.

I don’t need saints to carry me through,
Every wound is a sacrament too.

This is my gospel of ashes and stone,
Where the broken and beautiful stand alone.
I fell, I bled, and the ground became grace,
The beautiful corruption of faith.

No sermon saved me, no heaven owed,
But the darkness bloomed where the light won’t go.
I am the hymn that survived the fire,
Every loss a holy choir.

This is my gospel of ashes and stone,
Where the broken and beautiful stand alone.
I fell, I bled, and the ground became grace,
The beautiful corruption of faith.
The beautiful corruption of faith.

The Beautiful Corruption (deluxe track)

No altar.
No chains.
We rise.

Raised on rules carved in stone,
Every prayer felt like a cage I owned.
Told to bow, to hush, to bleed,
To bury the wild that I still need.

Every hymn they fed my head
Turns to thunder in my chest instead.
If silence is a holy crime,
Then breaking it’s a sacred sign.

Howl! tear the heavens down.
Howl! shake the underground.
No god, no fear, no vow to keep,
We are the wolves they couldn’t keep asleep.

Saints in glass don’t see the street,
I find grace in the riot beat.
Every sermon burned like coal,
But the fire I found made my spirit whole.

Every lie they dressed as light
Falls apart in the teeth of night.
If faith was chains to make me small,
Then breaking free is gospel, all.

Howl! tear the heavens down.
Howl! shake the underground.
No god, no fear, no vow to keep,
We are the wolves they couldn’t keep asleep.

Raise your fists where bells once rang,
This is the church of the untamed gang.
Every heart a drum, every throat a flame,
We howl the truth they can’t rename.

Howl! tear the heavens down.
Howl! shake the underground.
No god, no fear, no vow to keep,
We are the wolves they couldn’t keep asleep.
Howl! Howl! Howl!

Howl (deluxe track)

Every day someone wants more.
A better plan.
A brighter mood.
Another way to fix what isn’t broken.
I light another cigarette.
That’s my answer.

I smoke too much because I’m tired of becoming.
I smoke too much because perfection feels like a cage.
I smoke too much because doing harm I choose
is the only thing that feels like mine.
I smoke too much because it shuts the world up
and lets me breathe on my own terms.

Everyone is chasing progress.
New goals.
New hacks.
New ways to be less human.
I stay still.
I breathe in.
The smoke is the only thing that doesn’t demand improvement.

Maybe I quit tomorrow.
Maybe not.
Tonight I don’t owe a single inch of better.

I smoke too much because I’m tired of becoming.
I smoke too much because perfection feels like a cage.
I smoke too much because doing harm I choose
is the only thing that feels like mine.
I smoke too much because it shuts the world up
and lets me breathe on my own terms.

i smoke too much

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