Swallow Glass

Ein Garten Wo die Träume steh'n Hand in Hand

hollow like me

Zombie

Lose your body

“Nude like skin, but set me free – these nails belong, they live in me.”

What they say about her song:
"It’s not about the nails. It’s about becoming yourself in the hands of someone who truly sees."

There are moments when beauty doesn’t decorate –
it reveals.

Let It Grow is the story of such a moment.
Of hands that don’t just shape, but understand.
Of nails that don’t just extend, but belong.

Mina Mirage sings of transformation not as something dramatic –
but as something intimate.
Breath by breath.
Touch by touch.

The song is soft, almost whispered –
because what happened didn’t need to be loud.
It just needed to be felt.

This is a song for every woman who’s ever looked down at her hands –
and suddenly seen herself.

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

Let It Grow

To Work and to War by The Prismatics is a powerful, anthemic ballad that explores the dual burdens of labor and conflict that shape the human spirit. With its driving rhythm and lyrical grit, the song reflects the lives of men caught between the grind of daily toil and the call of battle — a cycle of sacrifice, endurance, and resilience.

The verses paint stark images of factories, fields, and battlefronts, where sweat, struggle, and silence forge both despair and hope. The chorus swells with a martial cadence, echoing the sound of fifes and drums, embodying the march of generations bound to labor and sacrifice. Yet beneath the weight of struggle lies a yearning for freedom, redemption, and a dream beyond the plow and the battlefield.

Blending raw storytelling with soaring refrains, To Work and to War is at once haunting and inspiring. It’s a song for dreamers and fighters alike — an ode to endurance, solidarity, and the relentless pursuit of meaning in the face of hardship.

To Work And To War

To Work and to War

Music & Lyrics ‘The Mirror of Love’ by ARGYTACT 

My dearest, these are the words
I found in the silence, far from the loudest chords.
No judgment hides within these notes, only the light,
Of a love that sees you whole, stripped of all right.
I've come to know my own shadow, the darkest of parts,
And thus I dare, without fear, to lay open my heart.
I share this not to accuse, but because truth offers a path—
A freedom to love without the constant aftermath.

Through a thousand rooms of my past I once did roam,
A soul in search of worth, on unstable ground far from home.
My heart an open wound, susceptible to every pain,
The Redeemer in me watched, silent and subtle, fueled by strain.
I learned my value lay in every storm that I subdued,
And in that chaos, I knew who I was, my self-worth imbued.

For I was, my dearest, addicted to the struggle and the fray,
The adrenaline was my comfort, my constant stay.
It was the only language my formative years had taught,
A chemical yearning, for stillness and rest was sought.
I looked for external chaos, to distract from the void,
An invisible force that my life consistently employed.

And in your eyes, I found the echo of my deepest strife,
An invitation to rewrite the past, to fix my former life.
But now I see that my mission sustained your pain and fear,
My love for you made you strong enough to stand, yet kept you near.
I realize that my striving inadvertently fed the storm,
Allowing the trauma to persist, keeping your spirit warm.

My own path traversed through mist and through deep regret,
Through introspection, I learned the quiet voice to let.
And every lyric I now write is pure, honest, and plain,
The truth is the only boundary I allow to remain.
Your love is my true anchor, the melody that feeds my soul,
But the chaos, residing within, seeks to take its toll.

The mirror of my love reflects the shadow and the light,
No judgment in my eyes, only a vision clear and bright.
For true love overcomes, so profound and deeply pure,
That even the greatest dream, for peace we must endure.
I accept you, my dearest, till the very end of time,
But at the edge of chaos, I halt this inner paradigm.

And I see now, my love, why you cannot fully hear my song,
For the truth of your own sorrow is where your pain belongs.
I accept that your trauma holds you closed, keeping fear in sight,
And that you cannot grant me the listener's perfect, full light.
But I will never again permit the aggression or the lies to remain,
For my love for you must never invalidate my self-sovereign reign.

The desire for a child, a heavy burden we both bear,
But love is responsibility, and safety we must share.
I set that cherished dream aside, for the sake of our peace,
Refusing to burden your health, seeking our own release.
We are already whole, my dearest, in the love that is here,
And our worth stands complete, unmarred by this sorrowful fear.

My heart chooses you, the person whom I clearly see,
But my soul, my spirit, chooses safety and stability.
I stay, but I lay down the exhausting role of the Redeemer, forevermore.
I am your partner, not your therapist; that is the oath I now swear.
This is not fleeing the battle, but embracing the higher cause,
For in this clarity, our truest love blossoms beyond all flaws.

The mirror of my love reflects the shadow and the light,
No judgment in my eyes, only a vision clear and bright.
For true love overcomes, so profound and deeply pure,
That even the greatest dream, for peace we must endure.
I accept you, my dearest, till the very end of time,
But at the edge of chaos, I halt this inner paradigm.

Dearest, our journey continues, guided by new rules of respect and calm.
I faced my own trauma addiction; now it is time to lay down your alarm.
Your healing is your path alone, and my love will be the guiding flame,
Not to change you, but to help you find the way, far from shame.
In love, forever, with all the strength that within me dwells.
I remain, but I demand peace.

JOLEEN - The Mirror of Love (original)

A moment of quiet self-reckoning on a Barcelona night. Feeling behind in life but realizing it’s not over, the fire still hums inside. Subtle, warm, and redemptive in its restraint.

Too Late, Still Here

Satan Cried

some alternate versions of tracks I dug up, some of them are the original prototypes from before they got expanded and refined. A mixture of industrial, metal, electronic and piano variations

Unknown - prototype Undefined Echo

Full album of Thistle Tongue drops 08/20 on Spotify and all major streaming platforms.

About: HexVeil is a lyricist, producer, and composer. His soundcloud is an amalgamation of works.

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