Name: If it were you by The Easter Knot Records
Duration: 5 min 11 s
Description: A mirror turned back. Step by step, her cruelty is reflected — asking how crushed she would be if treated the same.

Still itching at me
Still tugging at me
Stop reminding me
That there's no peace

What is it
What happened to me
What did I do
Why can't I see

Takes my mind
Takes my soul
I need to break
The spells, unfold

My troubled heart
My troubled mind
I need more power
I seek more divine

Devil steals love
Devil steals control
Devil bleeds all
Devil is no hope

It's more than food
It's more hate
It's more than gold
Save my soul, today

It will take your soul
Take your my mind
Drain your heart
Drain your sight

I need to fly
Into the air
Avoid this hate
Don't want to dare

Save my mind
Save my soul
I need to break
These spells, unfold

I need the strength
I need the rest
Fear no evil
Seek the best

Lift me up
I need to stand
Soon recover
I need your hand

Save my mind
Save my soul
I need to break
These spells, unfold
And, Let it all go!

Devil steals love
Devil steals control
Devil steals control
Devil steals control
Devil steals control
Devil steals control

I need to let it all go
I need to let it all go
I need to let it all go

It's more than food
It's more hate
It's more than gold
Save my soul, today

It will take your soul
Take your my mind
Drain your heart
Drain your sight

I need to fly
Into the air
Avoid this hate
Don't want to dare

Save my mind
Save my soul
I need to break
These spells, unfold

Avoid the hate
Avoid this hate
Don't want to dare

Fight Inner Demons

She fell down
No warning sign
Through the rabbit hole
Out of time
Curious eyes
Chasing the thrill
The world’s upside down
But she’s standing still

A queen of hearts
A deck of lies
Mad tea parties
Twisted skies

Alice
Alice
Where you going now
Through the madness
You can’t slow down
Alice
Alice
You’re breaking free
But wonderland’s got a hold on me

Talking cats with riddles to spare
Smoke rings twist
Hang in the air
Drink me up
Grow too tall
Bite the cake
And you’re nothing at all

A ticking clock
A Cheshire grin
This game’s rigged
But you’re diving in

Alice
Alice
Where you going now
Through the madness
You can’t slow down
Alice
Alice
You’re breaking free
But wonderland’s got a hold on me

Alice

03-La abeja danza de flor en flor-Vals

A mirror turned back. Step by step, her cruelty is reflected — asking how crushed she would be if treated the same.

If it were you

A mythic warband chronicle in sixteen decrees

They did not come for conquest. They came for memory.

The warband crossed the frostline in silence. No drums. No banners. Only the crunch of snow and the whisper of oath. In Frost March, they entered the Lost North — a realm buried in silence and forgotten flame. There, they found the Sigil of the Forgotten Flame, etched into stone and time, pulsing faintly beneath the ice.

A lone figure watched from the heights — the Warden of Hollow Peaks — neither ally nor foe, but a sentinel of what once was. Beneath the ice, the warband heard Echoes Beneath the Ice, voices of the dead, of broken oaths, of names lost to frost.

Then came betrayal.

The Betrayer’s Crown rose from the ruins, a false king clinging to hollow legacy. The warband did not kneel. They enacted the Ritual of Reclamation, carving new marks into the land and into themselves. The North stirred. The North Remembers — not with words, but with wind and flame.

They learned that Silence Is a Weapon, wielded by the land itself. The traitor spoke again — The Betrayer’s Tongue — but his words burned. The warband lit the Sigil Burns, turning sacred marks into fire. They cast off old names and took The New Name, not for glory, but for imprint.

As the snow melted, blood ran beneath it — Blood in the Snowmelt — sacrifice revealed, not mourned. They found the Hollow Crown, untouched, unclaimed. They did not take it. They burned it in Emberwake, the final fire.

The sigils cracked. Sigilfall was not a collapse — it was a transformation. The warband did not flinch. They marched.

And in Legacy March, they did not return. They did not rebuild. They left no crown. Only memory. Only imprint. Only the invasion of the Lost North.

Silence Is a Weapon

We’re dancing in a world of illusions 💃🏽🎭
Smiles painted on 💄
Eyes full of stories no one dares to speak 👁️💬
Everyone wants to be seen 👀 — but only through the filter 🤳

💡 “Look at me, I’m healed! I’m spiritual! I’m aligned!”
But the louder they shout, the more I feel the silence behind it 🔇
The cracks beneath the crown 👑⚡

And then there’s us…
The ones who see behind the mask 🪞
Who feel the real behind the fake 🫨
Who mirror what others try to hide 🪩👤
We don’t do it to hurt.
We do it to heal 🧬🕊️

But most people can’t handle the mirror 🪞
Because truth requires courage 🛡️
And masks feel safer than freedom 🕸️

This one’s for the silent seers 👁️‍🗨️
The energy-readers
The frequency rebels
The ones who walk through the shadows
…without losing the light 🕯️✨

🎶 Behind the Mask – soul medicine from the #NeoVerse 🌌
#Ohana23 #TruthVibration #ProjectorPower 🦋 #ShadowWork #NoMoreFilters #HealingMusic 🧠 #RealRecognizesReal #VELVA235 ♾️

“Behind the Mask” 🎭🪞🕯️

I make the best of the worst I know

Run With the Wolves

Where do I begin
To tell the story of how great a love can be
The sweet love story that is older than the sea
The simple truth about the love she brings to me
Where do I start

With her first hello
She gave new meaning to this empty world of mine
There'd never be another love, another time
She came into my life and made the living fine
She fills my heart

She fills my heart with very special things
With angels' songs , with wild imaginings
She fills my soul with so much love
That anywhere I go I'm never lonely
With her around, who could be lonely
I reach for her hand-it's always there

How long does it last
Can love be measured by the hours in a day
I have no answers now but this much I can say
I know I'll need her till the stars all burn away
And she'll be there

How long does it last
Can love be measured by the hours in a day
I have no answers now but this much I can say
I know I'll need her till the stars all burn away
And she'll be there

Andy Williams -(Where do i begin )  Love Story🎶

Sway - Dean Martin

Durban Violin

Tango Scene from "Scent of A Woman"

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If it were you

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