Őrző Mágia
Released On August 15, 2025
Őrző Mágia (Guardian Magic) is an album of spoken-word spells woven with acoustic strings, Mellotron textures, and ethnic instruments. Each track follows the voice of Zsófia, a fictional Hungarian witch who lives at the edge of the forest, as she calls upon ancient gods, spirits, and guardians to protect what the modern world is losing: patience, truth, community, nature, peace, and compassion. Though Zsófia is fictional, her magic is cast for us all, to slow the world, restore its balance, and keep the sacred alive.
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Tracklist
- 13:09
Lucia's Ancient Lament
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Lucia You knew how to wait You knew how to sit through silence without breaking it You listened to others rather than complain You looked people in the eye You never rushed a goodbye Come back Just for a little while We hurry through everything We don't sit long enough to hear what isn't said We ask how someone is, without meaning it We speak without listening We rush without knowing why The village is gone The community is gone Our shared existence has gone We are alone and isolated And our elders? We do not ask We do not learn We do not remember I pour water in a clay cup I sit still I remember the last real conversation I had I light this candle for the way things used to be Not perfect But at least human If slowness is a sin, I will be guilty If quiet is weakness, let me be silent If time will not wait, I will be slower Lucia Let us look each other in the eyes again Let us plant things that do not bloom in a season Let us remember how to live without always reaching for the next best thing
- 22:40
The Greenwood
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Herne Hunter of the forest path With antlers of oak You, who rides when balance breaks Come forth In this time of need We are led by egos, too large for humility By mouths that never close Ears that do not listen They hoard the world's riches And yet still they want more Billionaires claim to be prophets Building rockets for escape While they pillage the earth's resources To build silicon golems They care little for nature Or for the old ways I kneel by a blackthorn tree I whisper your name three times I press my palm into the soil I bury a coin they would have us worship I leave a bow of elder wood With an arrow forged from iron Let the hoofbeats come Let the stag awaken Let the wild justice ride with hooves and antlers Herne Take back the forests and streams Chase these hollow men from their false thrones Cleanse the world of their chaos And once again restore nature's order
- 31:57
Gypsy Flame Dance
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Kampó Ice-bodied fire-breather You who dined in rags beside kings Whose frost bit steel Whose flame sang truth Dance with me now The veil has grown thick We have forgotten our inner flames Once, we dreamed with open eyes Now, even sleep brings no visions The spirits of the earth call But we have turned our backs The old songs circle our homes like wind Unheard, uninvited I dance the steps of the old ones I strike heel to stone I cut a circle in the dust I place three coals on a bed of ice And breathe your name Kampó Lend us your ice To freeze the mouths of liars Lend us your flame To light the hearts of the lost Let us dance again with fire Before the dark swallows us all
- 42:55
The Hour Grows Late
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Morpheus Crowned in poppy dreams Your wings brush the void between heartbeats Lord of the river that has no name Shepherd of visions born in darkness Come Sleep has become our enemy We bathe in blue light Scroll through terrors The ancestors call from dreams We no longer remember how to enter We have traded starlight for screens Silence for the hum of machines The hour grows late I turn towards the dark I lay down my weapons of worry I breathe your name Into the space between thoughts Offer you the day's sharp edges The weight I carry Like stones on my chest Morpheus Steal through the fortress of anxiety Let me wake not emptied But renewed Carrying something ancient Back into this world
- 53:05
Eye Of The Cobra
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Wadjet Ancient eye that burns through shadow Cobra crowned in golden fire You who reared above the pharaohs Guardian of the sacred throne The serpents of lies coil around us Rise Truth has been twisted into weapons They speak in tongues of false prophets Weave spells of fear and division The powerful prey upon the faithful Turn neighbor against neighbor We drown in floods of disinformation Can no longer tell the snake oil From the sacred Democracy bleeds from a thousand cuts Made by silver tongues I offer you my willingness to see What I would rather deny To face the uncomfortable truth That wolves have learned to wear The fleeces of shepherds I give you my voice To speak against the lies My eyes to witness clearly My courage to stand When others kneel to false gods Wadjet Strike at the heart of deception Burn away the veils of manipulation Let your fangs pierce the throats Of those who poison the well of truth Help us see through the carnival mirrors Hear beyond the hypnotic chanting Recognize the serpent's voice Even when it speaks of salvation Guard the sacred trust between Leader and led Let truth rise like venom Through the body politic Cleansing what has been corrupted
- 62:44
Candle For The Fallen
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Pax The world has too many wars Children run as missiles fall from the sky Mothers cry for the lost The drums of war drown out all reason Great goddess of peace hear my cry Come to our aid Lands burn Nations weep The arms dealers count their gold Hospitals fill with the wounded Leaders play chess with human lives They speak of acceptable losses From the safety of their shelters Every day that passes Another child loses their father Another home becomes rubble I light a candle for the fallen Pour wine for blood that should not spill Lay olive branches from my garden Break bread for the hungry and displaced Accept these offerings Let them carry more weight Than the empty words of politicians Pax Strike the weapons from their hands Silence the war hawks Make the earth itself reject their bombs Turn their hatred into exhaustion Their bloodlust into shame Show them the faces of the dead Until they cannot bear to look Let peace rise like a flood That drowns every battlefield Before sunrise brings yet another casualty
- 73:33
Moonlit Caravan
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Hecate Triple goddess of the crossroads You who hold the keys to every threshold Torchbearer in the darkest hour The displaced wander under your moon Light their way They move like shadows through the night Carrying their world in weathered hands Children sleep on mothers' shoulders As the caravan winds through foreign lands The settled turn their faces away Bar their doors against those in need Ancient bloodlines scatter Like seeds on distant lands I kindle fire at the crossroads Lay food upon the ancient steps I pour wine for those who thirst And I call their names on the wind Accept these gifts of hospitality For the countless without shelter Let my hearth burn bright While others let their fires grow dim Hecate Guide the wandering through the darkness Transform closed fists into open palms Let your silver light reveal Safe harbor in the storm Melt the stone hearts of strangers Transform them into kin Lead the lost children home To places they have never seen But somehow have always known