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Bubble Theory

Demon Trap

ELEvangelion

GLITCH RITUAL

Cute But Corrupted

LUST.exe (Remix)

METRONOME HEART ATTACK

Gravitational Hallucinations

Gravitational Hex (1)

They Don’t Like Me No

Hi, I’m High

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Chrononaut drip

Event Horizon

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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

A demon girl sunbathes on a haunted beach, static dripping from her eyes as the tide recedes. In the distance, a massive wave of glitching neural circuitry rises—an apocalyptic tsunami pulsing with sub bass and sacred wrath.

Neural Tsunami is a genre-bending descent into chaos:

Heavy dubstep meets glitchcore trap

Screamo whispers echo through ambient horror textures

Drops hit like gravitational collapse, then dissolve into moaning static

This is Blood Siren’s final warning. You summoned her. Now drown in the loop.

Neural Tsunami

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

Thy Doom is a descent into glitchcore prophecy—where Blood Siren chants over scorched 808s and serpents coil through the bassline. Southern gothic meets cosmic horror in a screamo-trap ritual of annihilation. Distorted choirs, broken time signatures, and ambient dread swirl into a sonic hex. This isn’t just doom. It’s the echo of your final thought before the void swallows you.

Produced by LIght. Vocals by the abyss. Cover art: Blood Siren at the tunnel’s mouth. For fans of genre fusion, myth-making, and beautiful decay.

Thy Doom

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