Mind Magic  (Mwah)

Light Demons

Star-flung disciple,

Flip Tables

FTLvs (E = mc²)

Day the earth died

Quantum Ascension –

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Disinfect

echoed through paradox

Summon meteor

Warden of the Null Flame

brick wall Vs Cat13 (Remix)

Ozone

🕯️ Burn The Silence.
🔥 Break The System.
✨ This is Lightly.

💥 40 Tracks
🌀 Southern Rap, Trap, Metal & EDM

📆 Drops July 11, 2025
🌐 On all streaming platforms

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No Sleep

Void Eyes

Sunshine Lollipop Insanity

Mass is sacred

space station

Nuclear Baptism

Blood Siren

Lust after Death

Neural Mirage

sound art by yours truly.. now  ( Silence, Mortal !)  down on your knees

Silence, Mortal

A seductive demoness answers a summoning with wrath, allure, and blightcore chaos. “You Said My Name” is a dark dubstep trap anthem steeped in ambient horror, screamo whisper, and FX—blending glitchcore textures with the decaying elegance of blightcore. The vocals oscillate between sultry moans and commanding chants, layered over distorted bass drops and rain-soaked synths.

This is not a love song—it’s a warning. You lit the flame. Now watch it burn.

You Said My Name

Disinfected is a sonic purge—where corrupted memories and viral emotions are burned clean in a glitchfire baptism. The beat opens with static-laced whispers and distorted 808s, then erupts into a screamo-trap breakdown that feels like a hazmat crew exorcising a haunted motherboard. Vocals oscillate between venomous chants and fragmented screams, layered over industrial textures and ambient horror drones. Every drop feels like a cleansing—violent, sacred, and necessary.

The track doesn’t just slap—it sterilizes.

Disinfected

Seductive but dangerous female rap/scream hybrid. a dimensional‑shift apocalypse diary and wrapped it in a sonic wish‑list that’s pure chaos: trap + doom metal + phonk + glitchcore + grindcore + acid rap, all in odd time signatures

Dimensional Shift

People Eater

turn signal

There's a job I'm a Doom S.T.A.L.K.E.R There's a job I'm a Mars Walker

W.A.L.K.E.R

Richter: Die monster. You don't belong in this world!

Dracula: It was not by my hand I was once again given flesh. I was brought here by humans who wished to pay me tribute!

Richter: Tribute!? You steal men's souls, and make them your slaves!

Dracula: Perhaps the same could be said of all religions…

Richter: Your words are as empty as your soul! Mankind ill needs a savior such as you!

Dracula: What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets. But enough talk… Have at you!

Curse of  the house

Dark  of  Castlecórdova

Is it just a trick of my mind The moon in the water Can you see it I wonder if I was always dead A girl A soul A shadow in the halls like im only here to say "Come to the dark castle" and my voice echoes Was I born this way?

sound  of Castlecórdova

“Fractal loops, razor‑edge wordplay, and cinematic darkness — I build verses like siege engines, loaded with philosophy, sarcasm, and myth. Every bar’s a mirror and a weapon. If it makes your head nod and your brain recalibrate, it’s doing its job.”

Hodor holdor

This that, this—no intro, introverts that kinfolk. I go beamin’, Scottie, go ahead, see the body. Mind go where it don’t belong, sayin’ so long to what the mind know. My soul’s been gone. Time’s flown. World overblown. I’m ready to split. I’m ready to split. I’m ready to split. I’m ready to split. I’m ready to split. I’m ready to split. (BIGGG BOD Da BOOM!!!!) Life is no guarantee.

💥 Thank You to the Fans 💥 To everyone ridin’ with me through the fallout, the chaos, the couture—y’all are the reason this myth keeps breathing. Like it. Share it. Repost it. Let ‘em know: the Vault Queen’s back and the world’s been split.

#ReadyToSplit #FalloutAnthem #CoutureChaos #WeaponizedBeauty #AwWow

spitting atoms

A banshee sermon from the edge of the void. This instrumental detonates with glitched doom metal riffs and warped gospel choirs, dragged through swampy 808s and siren-laced sub-bass. Bombs drop. Organs scream. DJ scratches slice through the static like cursed sigils. Verses pulse with Memphis occult trap, PHONK aggression, and spectral drill rhythms. Electronic harmonicas wail like haunted relics. Each resurrection drop blends gospel chants, filthstep bass, ghostly sweeps, and Dolby subsonic chaos. It’s lo-fi chill meets doomcore meets singer-songwriter pop—then dragged through a black hole in stilettos. Dark. Surreal. Electrifying. No survival in this gravity.

gravity well

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