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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

Warp Drive (OVER CLOCK)

a sprawling conspiracy epic that fuses glitchcore, trap, and doom-metal theatrics into a single cosmic sermon. Over four fearsome verses and anthemic hooks, GhostGoddess and Blood Siren trade ethereal whispers and venomous spit-fire, unearthing ancient astronaut lore, end-times paranoia, and the twisted power plays of GLOB-like beings.

great Anunnaki

This is not a song—it’s a metaphysical demolition. “Eric the God-Eating Magic Penguin” is a recursive wordplay sermon where theology gets devoured, reality glitches, and plushie logic

A-God-Eating Magic Penguin

Chops & Stutters: “villain,” “drops,” “truth,” “rawr”

Dubstep & Doomstep Layers: Filth bass under “I’m the smallest villain alive”

Beat Switches: Every 8 bars—trap to phonk to glitchcore

Bassline: Savage, distorted, low-end growl

Drops: Frequent, heavy, unpredictable—triggered by “truth,” “venom,” “blood,” “sirens”

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