Three of my best clips from 2016 with hooped mask, eye staring, dancing, mental domination/mind fucking vibes. Best when watched in a dark room with headphones, but be warned that these clips combined might just make your 'head' explode.

Wytches Brew

I love being a creepy person. When I wear my mask, turn the lights off, set my flicker lights to slow changing, and dance to a song called Wytches Brew... you can't help but be mesmerized by my motions. You watch me in fear that I'm going to steal your soul through the m...

Three of my best clips from 2016 with hooped mask, eye staring, dancing, mental domination/mind fucking vibes. Best when watched in a dark room with headphones, but be warned that these clips combined might just make your 'head' explode.

Wytches Brew

I love being a creepy person. When I wear my mask, turn the lights off, set my flicker lights to slow changing, and dance to a song called Wytches Brew... you can't help but be mesmerized by my motions. You watch me in fear that I'm going to steal your soul through the my eyes and hands. My perfect body rolls with the beat as my Pagan aura takes over you. You can't look away, but you grow more and more scared of what I'm going to do to you. I've caught you in my web, and you will never get away from me. It's too late for you now. I own you.

Join me for the Wild Hunt!

I beckon you with my fantastic eyes. You cannot resist. You only want to obey. You stare into my eyes as I drag you deeper into my rabbit hole. Your vision blurs and quakes. Before you know it, I'm closer.. in your face. You cannot see clearly. You don't know where I'm bringing you. Your vision steadies, but now you see two, no three of me. What have I done to you? You are my prey. I will not let you get away.

Your soul belongs to me

This new song with strong Irish flute and war drums makes me channel my inner Morrigan, Crone of War. As if I am watching over a battlefield, I stare into your soul, silent and unmoving, even as the beat grows heavier, closer, louder. Feel my shadow growing over you, waiting to find you weak and vulnerable. You await to hear my voice, because you know once you do, you will breathe no more. You stare at my silent figure waiting with baited breath and hoping that I'll set your spirit free. But I never will. You are mine now. You will obey my will and do my bidding.