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

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lyrics:

i be arrogant why!? kuz im the best!
she gimmi head js like a psychopath
disrespect me yo pussy ass soul finna rest
stuntin on yo ass while u six feet under

808 a beast js like monster hunter
u mad like a gnat onb yo swag ain phat
solo all u hoes n ion even feel bad
i be furious watch me rly attack

watch dat bih scram while i pop out dat tool
keep sucking dih like a bih u glaze for stats
u even suck satans dih u can suck me too
now why yo bih wna kiss me n call me boo

ian no sucker i do dis shi solo
dont need no contracts i rather stay dolo
get cho lame ass on u stupid ass gnat
fuck out my face on da beat watch me get mad

ik u is mad kuz i made a beat like dis
why yo shawty pop dat coochie on me n wna kiss
stare @ my wrist js admit i be too icey
hop on my throne nobody high as me

seething

A tribute to Lyudmila Pavlichenko. The ghost in the snow. 

309: Widowmaker

꧁ ꅏꀤꋖꇃꀍ ꀍꁏꌈꌚꏹ ꁲꏹꌚꋖꀍꏹꋖꀤꇃꌚ ꧂‎

♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡

⸸ ₦Ɇ ɄⱠɆ₮₳Ɏ ⸸

Lyrics ✨

Lookin' for a savior in a world of grey
While I fly away with my girl
Stuck in a house of cards in flames
And we're destined to burn

Betrayal and humiliation
And a sick sense of elation

I'm like a wild animal
I'm like a loaded gun
And I have just begun
My dance of the enchantress

Makin' love like animals
Underneath the moon
It's gonna end too soon
When the fire engulfs the room

Desperation
Feel my heat and suffocation
In my tight grip

I'm like a wild animal
I'm like a loaded gun
And I have just begun
My dance of the enchantress


Throne of Eternal Ashes

To Break Out

Born from fire. Crowned by the moon. This is the dance they warned you about.

Lyrics ✨

Lookin' for a savior in a world of grey
While I fly away with my girls
Stuck in a house of cards in flames
And we're destined to burn

Betrayal and humiliation
And a sick sense of elation

I'm like a wild animal
I'm like a loaded gun
And I have just begun
My dance of the enchantress

Makin' love like animals
Underneath the moon
It's gonna end too soon
When the fire engulfs the room

Desperation
Feel my heat and suffocation
In my tight grip

I'm like a wild animal
I'm like a loaded gun
And I have just begun
My dance of the enchantress

Dance of the Enchantress

From the ash of dead stars, she ascends.... a prophet of ruin rewriting destiny in her own fire.

SERAPHIM IN ASH

For the women who flew through fire and made the sky remember their names.


Daughters of the Eastern Sky

Lyrics by Dmitry Kolganov - A dark cosmic tale of devotion and destruction, where an immortal guardian consumes worlds to shield them from the encroaching darkness.

THE RELIQUARY

WICKN is where ritual meets rhythm, a sonic blend of witchcraft,
electronica, and rock that feels born under a blood moon. Their sound
drips with atmosphere: glowing synths, haunting vocals, and the pulse
of something ancient dressed in neon. Every track feels like a spell
half-sung, half-screamed into the void, a fusion of dark mysticism and
raw, modern energy.
More than a band, WICKN is an experience: the hum before the storm,
the fire in the ritual circle, the sound of magic made electric.

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