The Mystics

Clipped wings and silver tongues

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The more your resistance provokes them

The warrior in you must dance

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To its end and its beginning

This song has been with me for centuries, I wrote it when I was a teen and kept it in my minds Music Vault for years. Some might say that’s called Memory, perhaps it is. But who cares right? This is one of my all-time favourites because it evokes a lot of memories — I have always been a sci fi freak — so lyrically it comes out to play. This song is an atmospheric track specifically attuned to the frequency of the moon. Which as we all know is 17.17Hz otherwise known as The Moons Whisper. Enjoy the song.

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The Mystics

They’ll seduce your body as they clip your wings with words as sharp as knives jagged little hooks that’ll pierce the skin. They seemingly look fragile you’d better leave nothing to chance the more your resistance provokes them the warrior in you must dance. The Mystics are here they’ve come to allay our fears They’ll think that you’ve forgotten and seduce you with their charm don’t turn your back for a second they mean to do you harm. Their love for torture and torment is their addiction to pain and sin if you divorce yourself from your body they’ll find another way to enter in.

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