A suicidal moment, a vampire’s mercy, and the rebirth of a street-souled god. Blood in My Ledger is a gospel of guilt, fangs, and fire—where redemption comes dressed in black and vengeance bleeds through every bar. From death wish to domination, this is VampTrap at full flame.

Lyrics

I was down to my last breath  
Said goodbye in my own head  
Gun cold in my palm, mouth dry from the psalms  
Then she came from the edge of the dread  
And I bled  

Now... I'm undead  

Used to walk through the rain with a rage in my chest  
Pain was a blade, now it stay in my vest  
Stained every name that I gave when I pressed  
Now I prey with the fangs, I don’t beg for the rest  
Back then, I was broke, now I’m cold with a code  
Lost soul, but I roll with a cloak in the mold  
Taught wrong, but I learned how to fold what they sold  
Now I hold every death like a debt I still owe  

I was ready for the rope  
Ready for the ledge  
Ready for the end  
Then she bled on my pledge  
Whispered in Latin with venom and flame  
Said, "You don’t die here. You change the game"  

They said I was finished, a ghost in the mirror  
Now I’m sipping on dusk with the devil as dinner  
I buried my name, then I rose through the dirt  
Put my past in a verse and my guilt in a hearse  
Every sin on my skin now a mark of the clan  
Vamp heart pumpin’ with the Glock in my hand  
From the bottom, I bled it—no faith, no favor  
But the streets call me class and the fangs call me savior  

Blood in my ledger, soul in the flame  
Came from the gutter, now ghostin’ the game  
Countin’ the scars, can’t pronounce all the pain  
But I rhyme like a reaper with a crown and a chain  
Dark with the drip, I maneuver with might  
Was a shadow, now sharper than rumors at night  
No savior, no son, just a sentence with bite  
Now I rap like revenge in a suit that’s tight  

Yeah, I lost it all—but I made it mean  
Now I chop through the bars like a guillotine  
They preach love, but I preach law  
And I bite every beat with a loaded jaw  

You think you’ve fallen too far  
Try waking up undead  
Try hearing your own heartbeat  
From someone else’s chest instead  

Taught by the night, Death was murder in heels  
Had class in the trap, made the burden appeal  
She said “Power’s a pact, not a sermon you kneel”  
Now I stack with the tact of a serpent with steel  

Fast forward, I'm calm in the chaos  
Graves in my wake, but I’m made for the lay up  
Glass in my gut from the paths that I paid off  
But I talk in the code that the angels stay off  

Used to dream of peace—nah, dream got taxed  
Now I build on the bones that the silence cracks  
With a click in my throat and a flash in my step  
I don’t need respect—who does when there’s nothin left  

Lost it all in a wrecked apartment  
Bottle of meds and a loaded compartment  
Mirror cracked from the hand I slammed  
Blood on the wall like a vamp in Garland  

Heart on halt, brain on static  
Fate got flipped in a page that’s manic  
Came through fangs with a name so tragic  
Taught me slang, like a joker in traffic  

Now I’m back with a blueprint—barbaric  
Fangs in the game like the tooth been cleric  
Truth been buried  
Mood been peril  
Blood in my ledger I baptize beats in a booth that’s feral  

I was down to my last breath  
No prayers left, just silence and death  
Gun cold in my palm, no tears left to shed  
Mouth dry from the psalms I forgot I had read  

She came from the edge of the dread  
Red lips, black veil, no words were said  
Touched my chest like a cross gone dead  
Then smiled... and fed  

I bled  
And I ain't been me since  

"All rights to this track, including but not limited to composition, lyrics, and production, are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or use of this track in any form (including remixing or licensing without permission) is prohibited. For licensing inquiries or collaborations, please contact cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com All rights reserved 2024-2025"

Blood in my Ledger

Sikdope - Dance With Me X BigXthaPlug - The Largest

The Largest (CHEDD Edit)

A fast-paced, hard-hitting techno anthem with strong tribal drums, cinematic toms, and fiery Mexican-style trumpets. The song blends dark male vocals with a soulful, powerful hook. It’s an emotional ride about overcoming pain, rising from the ashes, and dancing through the darkness. The beat, bass, and tension in the music reflect the raw power and radiant resilience of the lyrics. This track is a celebration of strength, resilience, and the unapologetic will to keep going, no matter what.

6 Hard life light (NY MUSIC BOX REMIX)

Ill Reign

🌀 Oldschool Techno Vibes zwischen 145 und 150 BPM Druck, Groove und Bass, ganz ohne Hektik. Für Keller, Auto oder den mentalen Rave.

ZweiKommafuffzehn (Oldschool Techno B2B Set 145–150 BPM | HardtTechno x ReTech)

Curfew

Makin the Drop – Smuggler’s Cut
A shadow in motion. Dark alleys, wet bricks, and too many eyes.
This one's for the paranoid runners and back-alley legends—rhythm-first and glitch-slick.
Breakbeat bones wrapped in trip-hop smoke.
Turn it up. Don't look back.

MAKIN the DROP - Smugglers Cut

Bass flip of Girls by The Dare! 
FREE DOWNLOADS

~ViTA

Free Download

The Dare - Girls (ViTA Flip)

Outta Here - Jordan Thatcher

Project Passingby

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Shattered

This isn’t a remix. It’s a weapon.
Dark, twisted, and bass-heavy — this WNGZ flip of “Badders” goes straight for the neck with filthy drops and cinematic energy. Built for the rail, tested in the whip.

Play it loud. Rage responsibly.



Skrillex, Flowdan, Peekaboo, G-Rex - Badders (WNGZ Flip)

🚨 Day 21 – another daily drop!
🔥 „inkorect“ bringt düstere Vibes & glitchy Trap-Energy.
🧠💥 Weird, wild & raw – nichts für schwache Nerven.
🎧 Jeden Tag ein Track – bleib dran! #30DayChallenge

inkorect

222(bpm!)

"Num 1 – Echo Remix" hits like a shadow strike !slick, savage, and soaked in bloodlust. A VampTrap banger built on makin mone, street codes, and predator romance with death.

Lyrics

I went lookin’ for trouble
Boy, I found it
I’m deep in the game
No way around it

She know where to hunt, move quick in the dark
Veins run dry, no beat in the heart
Clock strike twelve, when the shadows creep
Ain’t no mortals—just ghosts in the deep

Baby, playin’ for keeps
Black cloak sweep while she stalkin’ these streets
No love, no peace, no grief
Kiss of death when she sink them teeth

They whisper, but they freeze when we slide through
Say her name once—now she right behind you

She got a Glock with a beam, she gon’ let that thing ring
Runnin’ up on me, better bow to the king
All black, all black, fitted to the toes
We ain’t talkin’, we just slide—let the money roll

Got a date with the plug at a quarter past twelve
Talkin’ digits, talkin’ keys, talkin’ heaven and hell
Bonnie and Clyde ain't a match for the set
Took a bag, flipped a milli’, now we drown in the flex

You don’t wanna test
Seen too many fall, left too many to rest
She got love for the game, got love for the streets
But cross her once? Then the fangs, then the feast

She got fangs in the dark, thirst for the blood
Pull up like a phantom, watch us rise from the mud
All black, all black, cloak draped to the floor
Ain’t no mercy when we hunt—leave 'em cold at the door

Loving you was like a blade to the throat
Cold kiss, no soul, just a shadow in smoke
Drained me dry, left me pale in the fright
Now I rise from the grave with a thirst for the fight

Black mask, black whip, black duffle bag
Ran it up, now they want what they never had
I went lookin’ for trouble
Boy, I found it
I’m too deep in the game
Ain’t no way around it

"All rights to this track, including but not limited to composition, lyrics, and production, are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or use of this track in any form (including remixing or licensing without permission) is prohibited. For licensing inquiries or collaborations, please contact cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com All rights reserved 2024-2025"

Num. 1 - Echo Remix

The Unguarded Remix of Tie That Binds hits harder, darker, deadlier. A VampTrap blood ritual through plague, empire, and silence. From neon jungles to shattered thrones, we feast. We reign. We were never gone. We were everywhere. This is the reckoning. 🩸

Lyrics

Let me let you in on a little secret... we aren't just here...
we are everywhere!

The plague took our breath but not our life
Through wars and whispers, we thrive in the night
Reborn in screams, plague’s cold embrace
While the bells struck doom, I rose in grace
Ashes of kings, your veins my feast
Predator's spark, my evil unleashed
I'll find you in flesh, and your soul I'll reap!

Cloaked in silk, gliding unseen
Specter of courts where whispers scream
Feasting through chaos, flames in the air
Our immortal hunger, your world unaware

Bloodlines eternal, dance in the pain
Shadows in daylight still whisper your name
They fear our power but bow just the same
Feast on the world, unchained, unashamed
Across the sea, where the lost were claimed
Through neon jungles, we staked our fame
Jazz-soaked nights hid the empire’s rise
Now skyscrapers fall when our hunger’s denied

Blood in the veins of those at the top
Their secrets are ours, and they’ll never stop
Suits and stars now tremble in shame
Kneel low, because we own the game!

Ash don’t fall, it climbs, it claws, it coils, it shines in black
Hope ain’t light, it’s bait, it breaks, it bends, it snaps right back
Stand before the crumbling gate, your kings are ghosts, your truth won’t wait
Every breath’s a cursed decree, now hush. This is the reckoning!

From shadows we strike, make rulers obey
Skylines bow down, our dusk holds sway
You mortals decay as our moonlight glows
Our power reigns, and the world already knows

From crypts we rose, through time and dust
Kings fell hard, thrones crushed
Plagues survived, cities burned
Now we rise, towers turned
From shadows deep to the city’s rise
We feast in silence, no need for disguise
Beneath the glass, behind the steel
The empire’s ours .... Just watch, you’ll kneel

Bloodlines eternal, the plague of the day
Through darkness and whispers, we take our prey
From dusk to dawn, we thrive in decay
None escape our eternal sway

Fade in gray where the saints betray
Ghosts parlay in the ash and clay
Script gets flipped in a cursed screenplay
Love don't stay, it just slips away. Shit.

Ash don’t fall, it climbs, it claws, it coils, it shines in black
Hope ain’t light, it’s bait, it breaks, it bends, it snaps right back
Stand before the crumbling gate, your kings are ghosts, your truth won’t wait
Every breath’s a cursed decree ...now hush. This is - my - reckoning!

"All rights to this track, including but not limited to composition, lyrics, and production, are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or use of this track in any form (including remixing or licensing without permission) is prohibited. For licensing inquiries or collaborations, please contact cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com All rights reserved."

Tie That Binds - Unguarded Remix

ianiseasy runs on blown-out low end, corrupted claps, and vocal fragments that pulse like breath — more rhythm than memory.
it grinds, it seethes, it sways — built for dark rooms where grief can move through the body.
beneath the rhythm is rage — the kind that comes from losing someone too bright, too soon.
for ian.
my ride-or-die. the one who helped me make it west.
this track holds the ache, the laughter, the weirdness, and the rage.
it floats now — like you do.

ianiseasy

A corrupted sermon for the post-digital age, Blind File tears into religion, propaganda, and surveillance culture with brutal glitch-rap, cyber-dubstep, and venomous truths. Cindered Heart drags faith through static and dares you to look away. You won’t.

Welcome to the lie, to the buy, to the brand
Where the faith's pre-sold and your blood’s in demand
You begged for truth
But we laced it with terms
Now you're chokin' on hope
While empires purposely burn

We don't hack we build the grid
Fed you fear while you flipped your lid
Call it freedom? That’s a brand, kid
With fine print fangs and a kill-switch bid

Y’all slaves to the hype and the scripture kitch
Clickbait Christ in a neon pitch
Tithe's in crypto, fake woke stitch
Bible in one hand—a gun on your hip

Sell your trauma for a Twitch donation
Starvin’ saints in a feed rotation
You march for peace in a VR nation
While we sip your blood with moderation

FEMA plans? We drew that map
Fluoride smiles in a body bag wrap
Pope with a gold chain, and pederastic laughs
And a kid in the pew screamin’ God’s a trap

Blessed be the blind file
You gave up thought to post fake smiles
Scroll for truth, choke on smoke
Faith ain’t free, it’s bought and broke

Blessed be the debt you praise
The pills, the guns, the judgment days
We baptized screens in blood and sin
You logged in once, you'll never log out again

We don’t hide in the dark no more
We inside your house, your god, your wars
We in your schools, your courts, your prayers
We the virus that every sermon swears

You all don't care about anything but money
While laws are rewritten, as you look at something funny
We don’t kneel, we sign the checks
Every faith’s a chain we mean no disrespect

J.K.

CNN, FOX all scripted loops
Fed you fear while we gut your roots
Food is fake, and the meds got codes
You cry for help? That clip gets sold

Air's a weapon, land’s in debt
We own the farms, your water's wet
With mercury, lead, and dopamine
Holy now and as sacred as a Jesus meme

Y’all fight over bathrooms and rainbow flags
While we zip your cash into offshore bags
Preachers scream while the choir claps
But the book been redacted in C-suite apps

Every president’s a puppet star
Sworn on a Bible they don’t even read
Y’all flexin in copy pasted scenes
While your bloodline rots at corporate speed

You sold your soul for likes and clicks
Now every scroll just pumps the fix
You scream free will but speak emoji codes
While we bled your books till the truth is only what we show

And every time you go to pray
We cut your gods a dividend
'Cause faith makes sheep
And sheep obey
Sheep too stupid to see its ending

We don’t hide in the dark no more
We inside your house, your god, your wars
We in your schools, your courts, your prayers
We the virus that presidents wear

All your govs and corps flipped every moral
Your indoctrinations, now the new normal
You all kneel, for half a check
There's no way out now
This clock stays red

So when the cross falls
And your blood won’t clot
And war screams echo off AI plots
Remember, you agreed
You just never read the terms and conditions
But go on, hold onto your nationalism and your primitive superstitions

"All rights to this track, including but not limited to composition, lyrics, and production, are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or use of this track in any form (including remixing or licensing without permission) is prohibited. For licensing inquiries or collaborations, please contact cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com All rights reserved 2024-2025"

Blind File

i wouldn't wanna be the person that owes me $50k.

Cindered Heart is not just a brand.
They are a movement ! Of VampTrap, myth, and Eternal Damnation

Emerging from a decade in shadow, Cindered Heart returns not as a solo act, but as a rising coven of creators, collaborators, and conspirators. Together, they give blood to a new genre: VampTrap : a brutal collision of trap, metal, dubstep, and darkwave. This is not music made for market trends. It’s a cinematic audio doctrine, where no church is sacred, no system safe, and no silence untainted by pulse.

At the center stands a one-man legion: Introducing Lesstatt ! Handling songwriting, vocals, production, sound design, visual direction, and final mastering. Using AI elements, Hard Synths, Drum machines, Electric Guitars, Dj Equipment, Samplers, ect. Each track is summoned in a single uninterrupted ritual, where melody bleeds into meaning, and distortion becomes declaration. But this vision is no longer alone. The world of Cindered Heart now expands through a handpicked circle of featured vocalists, visual architects, sound sculptors, and trusted allies. Each amplifying the message without ever muting its power.

With over 60 releases mostly for now on SoundCloud but also  global platforms, and with international coverage including radio play, interviews, and published features in six countries, Cindered Heart is not chasing popularity. They are spreading contagion.

This is not a trend.
This is rebellion carved in waveform, pain, and blood.

These tracks don’t just play, they summon.
Intros unfold like rituals.
Whispers cut like venom.
Breakdowns crumble like temples.
And every lyric doesn’t just rhyme ... They reign.

From Clock Stays Red to Tie That Binds, each release expands a mythos of vampiric power, divine corruption, systemic decay, and emotional survival. Cindered Heart doesn’t ask for attention. It corrupts gods, bends truth into beat patterns, and drapes beauty in barbed wire.

You don’t follow Cindered Heart to feel good.
You follow to remember what pain sounds like when it’s finally free.

Disclaimer:

The music, lyrics, and creative works, references and elicit material featured on this profile are entirely fictional and are not based on or inspired by any real individuals, events, or entities. All content is a form of artistic expression. All meant to be interpreted as satire, storytelling, and stylized performance.

The artists do not condone, promote, or participate in any of the actions, ideologies, or cultural elements portrayed within the music. Listener discretion is advised.

Cindered Heart and all affiliated creators regard their work as art for expression, not endorsement. Nothing herein should be taken as a literal reflection of personal belief, behavior, or advocacy.

"All rights to this Soundcloud account, including but not limited to composition, lyrics, productions, and artwork are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or use of these artworks,lyrics, or tracks in any form (including remixing or licensing without permission) is prohibited. For licensing inquiries, collaborations or contributions. please contact cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com All rights reserved 2024-2025"

Thanks for Listening, Liking, Commenting, Reposting and all the support Currently at 30k+ plays  !!!

R&B soul meets trap grit. Music that hits different

The Purple Turtle is an artist in the world of psychedelic music, specializing in sub-genres such as psybass, psybreak, and psytrance. 
With over a decade of experience producing music, he has developed a unique sound that blends various genres together in unexpected ways.

Eiko, Isabelle, and Chat Brown ignite a queer feminist firework. Somewhere between the club, the cosmos, couture, and a cozy jazz bar.
A soundtrack for those who dance in high heels over stardust, wear lipstick in zero gravity, and reinvent themselves on a foreign planet.

Queer, bold, cosmic and damn catchy.
I am the E and the i. The half K, the open O. I am EiΩ. A name, a symbol, a sound between past and future. An open ending with a wink.

EiΩ is not an artist name. It’s a symbol.
Two half letters – because nothing is ever truly finished.
An i standing tall, a dot above it, ready to see it all.
An E like an open gate.
A sound that stays and lingers.
Some say Omega. Some say Eiko.
We say: Dance. Love. Live.
With us. With Isabelle. With Chat Brown.
This is your sign. EiΩ is on air. 🚀💫

DJReTech – Dein DJ für die härtesten Beats


Präferenzen:

FAVELA - Münster 

PULS     - Münster




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DJ - Gainesville, Florida 

Range & White Buffalo Resident 
Other Bars: Cantina, Beach

UF Beta Theta Pi

#BassAngel
DJ/ producer
1/2 @Mixtapelv
Management: management@rageandrecoverentertainment.com

struggling still, but we gotta stay positive!

oakland-based dj + sound curator
club, ambient, emotional, body-forward
available for event sets + playlist consulting

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