A spellbinding slice of 90s cartoon rock energy — “Moonlight Mischief” channels smoky vocals, crunchy guitars, and playful gothic charm into a midnight anthem of empowerment and enchantment.
Sultry harmonies swirl through thunder-cracked riffs as the coven calls down the moon. It’s spooky, sexy, and unapologetically fun — a love letter to every midnight rebel who ever danced under a crescent glow.

Moonlight Mischief

When the moonlight hits the waves, and the voices start to rise… you’ll know it’s time to listen.
“Siren Song of Fright”, a haunting blend of witch-rock and horror groove.
Dark guitars, hypnotic rhythm, and a melody you might never escape.

Siren Song of Fright

She didn’t wait for lightning to strike — she called it down herself.
A mad love anthem stitched from metal, desire, and chaos —
“Miss Frankenstein” crackles with dark pop energy,
a sultry spark from the heart of the storm.

Miss Frankenstein

When the Count creates his queen, he forgets one thing — queens don’t kneel.
Dracula Darling is a blood-soaked seduction turned rebellion; a slow-burning gothic anthem of desire, defiance, and divine revenge.

Dracula Darling

The monsters have evolved, and the party just got bloodier.
The  Girls resurrect the graveyard groove for a new generation of horror icons. From Freddy to Chucky, Jason to Ash, this slasher soirée is soaked in neon, nostalgia, and pure 90s chaos.
Turn up the static, grab your VHS, and get ready to Bash.

Bloodbath Bash

The dead don’t do subtle. She wanted the crown, got the coffin, and came back swinging.
Now she’s clawing her way up from six feet under, stitched, stunning, and starving for the spotlight.
Long live the Zombie Prom Queen.

Zombie Prom Queen

Welcome to the sisterhood that bites back. Cannibal Tea Party is a dark-pop sorority anthem dripping with power, hunger, and devotion.Join the ritual, raise your cup, and remember, only the fiercest get to feast.

Cannibal Tea Party!

“She’s watched every heartbeat, every breath, and when she finally speaks, the one she loves recoils in fear.” ‘Death’s Lament’ is a sorrow-soaked gothic ballad told from the voice of Death herself, a being cursed to love the living but forever remain unseen. Slow, tragic, and heartbreakingly human.

Death’s Lament

A haunting gothic ballad inspired by H.P. Lovecraft’s The Outsider. Blending witch-rock melancholy with cinematic ghost-pop atmosphere, it tells of isolation, revelation, and the terrible beauty of knowing oneself at last

The Outsider

A bass-driven spell for those who dance in the dark. Toil, toil. Boil and bubble. Wickn’s here to cause some trouble!

WICKN

The ritual begins. WICKN form their circle and tear the veil between centuries, stepping into the heart of Salem’s winter night.

Circle of Salt

Children scream, the air turns cold, and whispers of the Devil spread through the village. Fear finds its first voice.

Winter of the Bewitched

Under threat and torment, Tituba speaks of devils and dark pacts, a forced confession that ignites a wildfire of hysteria.

Tituba’s Confession

Giles Corey refuses to plead and is crushed beneath the weight of his silence. His last words, “More weight”, echo through time.

The Weight of Stones

Judge Stoughton passes sentence without doubt or mercy, convinced he serves God. In his zeal, he becomes the very evil he condemns.

The Hanging Judge

The frenzy wanes. Ashes cool, but guilt remains. Salem’s survivors look inward, haunted by the realization of what they’ve done.

Ashes and Penance

WICKN return to their own time, carrying the truth of what they’ve seen. From fear to understanding, from ashes to ember, history’s lesson burns bright.

Ashes to Ember

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

A necromancy elixir that resurrects only the good memories, a haunting hit of nostalgia letting her feel what she misses without facing him.

Macabre

A feral passion brew, stripping away inhibitions and turning the night into wild, reckless, sexy chaos with someone new.

Love Bite

A crackling nightlife potion, electricity in a vial that turns her into a neon storm on the dancefloor, fast enough to outrun her own feelings.

Lightning

A freezing potion that numbs the last of her weakness, she ices over her heart long enough to finally walk away.

Frostbite

A glamour enchantment gone nuclear, one sip makes her dangerously irresistible and glowing with intoxicating witchy confidence.

Hex Appeal

An invisibility brew used as emotional armor, she disappears from his sight to reclaim her power and watch who he becomes without her.

Vanish Me

A resurrection tonic, warm restorative magic that heals her from the inside out and brings her back to life stronger, brighter, and finally free.

VeinBloom

A heat-dampening potion that kills her old fluster, she’s no longer melting for his touch, and the fire that used to burn her now bows to her.

Fireproof

A silence potion for self-control, she drinks it to stop herself from calling the one person she knows would break her all over again.

Hush

A memory-erasing tonic to scrub out the ache, she chooses oblivion over obsession and resets her head when her heart won’t cooperate.

Mind Wipe

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.

WICKN

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