A blend of acoustic guitar, violin, piano, steel guitar, and accordion creates a rich, intimate sound. The lyrics reflect personal experiences and spiritual reflections, offering moments of peace and introspection in the midst of life’s challenges.

Fanatic

Carl Sagan

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MALLANNA SONGS WITH PIANO MIX  DJ SAI SHIVARAMPALLY

Making My Own Inspiration (Belinda)

Night Shift

A song about poor life decisions and children's extracurricular activities
Tenor Banjo, Vocals and Lyrics: Ian Howell

Suburban Soccer Moms

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3/4 , 87 bpm Two guitars , acoustic bass and vocal

To times gone by

Cindered Heart’s “Godflesh” (Unplugged) hollows the raw emotion of the original into a haunting acoustic ritual: dual guitars, cello, piano, violin, and haunting vocal harmonies burn through shadowed candlelight, mist, and sorrow—revealing the poetic bloodline of a soul reborn.

Lyrics 

Widowed breath, my hollow vow,
Held the blade, did ent know how.
Ghosts in the mirror, grief in the chest,
Life was a debt I laid to rest.
Whispers slithered as chapels cracked,
Veins went cold, my eyes turned black.
Pulse like prayer — then silence snapped.
A fang in the wrist, and I came back.
Funeral eyes with a war inside,
Woke in the dark where angels cried.
Chalice of ash, baptized in rot,
Soul got stripped but the flesh did not.

Crimson sermons carved in bone,
Life ain’t light — where blood moans.
Bled so long new stars took shape,
I walk with blood on my fangs and time — duct-taped.

This thirst is everything.

What breaks.
Becomes.
What bleeds.
What’s done.
I rose.
With a new name...
A Cindered Heart.
More rage than pain.

Veins full of venom and sermon of sin,
Lungs got stitched where the fire begins.
Hope went ghost on a funeral wind,
Ashes rise — now the burning begins.
Love turned lead when the angels fell,
Hymns from the crypt where the silence dwells.
Tongues got twisted in bloodstained spells,
Now I preach from the pit with a thirst I sell.

Holy? Hollow. Math was cursed.
Soul got split when the line reversed.
Begged for the void — got hunger first.
Now I drink the dusk 'til the heavens burst.

Name got carved where the flames still hiss,
I wear my deaths like apocalypse fits.
Graves don’t sleep — they whisper bliss,
Every pulse I take is a blade I kiss.

Choke on scripture, bleed that psalm,
Your gods wear masks — I snapped their calm.
You crowned me dead. That made me king.
Now every pulse is offering.

Cathedrals fall where I now tread,
I walk on glass — you bleed instead.
Every scream’s a choir fed
To the horror stitched inside my head.

Gold means nothing — pain’s divine.
You call it rage — I call it spine.
This ain’t revenge. This is design.
I am the stake you fucking left behind.

I died in truth — came back in sin.
Now thrones collapse where I begin.
No light. No grace. No aftershock.
Just hunger crowned in shattered clocks.

What breaks.
Becomes.
What bleeds.
What’s done.




I rose.
With a new name.
A Cindered Heart.
More rage than pain.

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GodFlesh - Unplugged

The unplugged version of Blood In My Ledger strips the fury down to flesh and bone—haunted acoustics, gospel echoes, and confessions carved in dusk. Cindered Heart delivers raw vampiric truth, turning scars into rhythm and silence into law. Undead never sounded this alive.

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… heh… 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.”

Ahhhhhh

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

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Blood In My Ledger - Unplugged

Concrete Jungle (Unplugged) strips the city to bone and ember. Acoustic shadows, gospel hums, and whispered rage retell the story of blood, hunger, and nightfall in a haunted metropolis. Cindered Heart reclaims the streets—one chilling breath at a time.

Lyrics

I’m a creature of the night  
I don’t need no light  
Shadows in the alley  
I’m the one they fear in sight  
Teeth sharp like the blade of a knife  
Catch me in the city where the air’s thick with strife  

Me and my Lover, we feast in the gutter  
Hunger never sleeps, yeah, we breakin’ the structure  
Skyscrapers like tombstones  
Watch the night, it can puncture  
Blood stains the pavement  
I'm not just a sucker  

Blood in the streets  
Pulse in the heat  
Clocks still red  
Watch the hour repeat  

Vampires in the city  
Feast on defeat  
We feast on the fear  
Yeah, we never retreat  

I ain’t playin’ with these mortals  
They don’t stand a chance  
Cold hands grippin’ necks  
Got ‘em lost in the trance  
Elevator eyes, can’t escape this dance  

Watch the clock tick tock—slow death  
Red like the blood  
I just took with each breath  
Streetlights flicker  
We the ones that they dread  
Heartbeats racing  
But you better be dead  

Clocks still red  
But time’s dead  
Cindered Heart the nightmare in your head  
They run, they hide  
But we fed  
The city’s ours  
You’ve been fucking misled  

Blood in the streets  
Pulse in the heat  
Clocks still red  
Watch the hour repeat  

Vampires in the city  
Feast on defeat  
We feast on the fear  
Yeah, we never retreat  

We don’t fear nothin’  
No not even sunlight  
Vampires in the zone  
We own the night  
Tears in the sky  
But we’re outta sight  
Feast on the weak  
Then we vanish in flight  
Pray we don't find you tonight  

Dark alleys, no sound  
You'll never be found  
We hunt in silence  
But the blood’s always loud  
City’s a playground  
Your life is a vow  
Sign in blood  
Or you'll be lost in the crowd  

Blood in the streets  
Pulse in the heat  
Clocks still red  
Watch the hour repeat  

Vampires in the city  
Feast on defeat  
We feast on the tears  
Yeah, we never retreat  

Blood… blood in the streets…  
Clocks still red… time won’t repeat…  
Feast on the fear… yeah…  
Feast on the fear

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Concrete Jungle - Unplugged

Shadowban drags truth from the circuit board and bleeds it through distorted bass. A scream for justice through grime, dub, and pain—this is anti-sermon rap for a system that silences us. Cindered Heart turns censorship into war cries. Raw. Filthy. Honest. You won’t forget this one.

Lyrics

I am not a prophet  
I am not a poet  
I am the static between the lies  
I am the glitch in your bloodline  
I am your ancestors at the gate  
I am the rage of the god fearing  
lets get it straight

You were born in debt  
and they named it “grace”  
Sold your future with a handshake  
Crib costs stacked like war crates  
Milk on loan  
and they still want a taste

They bled your mother  
they taxed her screams  
Filed the trauma under American Dreams  
Called your hunger a budget scheme  
Then sold your silence to an algorithm team

They fed you credit like communion wine  
But the church doors close when the banks align  
Mortgage gospel  
kneel and tithe  
God don’t answer  
And Priests just cosign

They made survival a service fee  
And made freedom a brand  
you lease monthly  
Bet

They gave you a savior to stop you from rising  
Hung him high  
said “Don’t try climbing”  
Gold-plated guilt and televised praying  
While bishops wear skins from the children they’re slaying

Cathedrals built on fractured backs  
Confess  
regress  
then cut the facts  
Pastors in jets  
just pedos relaxed  
sayin “Peace be with you” unless you’re Black

They twisted Jesus into capital  
God became a CEO with sabbaticals  
Said turn the cheek while they burned your house  
Then told your kids faith’s practical

I don’t need their cross to carry  
I need a torch  
and something  
to  
bury

something to bury

Clickbait news feed fried your brain  
Now you tweet like change gon’ come from pain  
Rent too high  
but the vibe’s insane  
So we dance on debt like it's part of the game

Plastic meals and synthetic stress  
no more pride  
just a dopamine chest  
Work all week just to maybe exist  
wade in the water like the system ain't piss

Digital prophets  
code our coffins  
Scroll-fed sermons  
addiction cold stops us  
Saints in silk with name-brand boasts  
Preachin salvation in sponsored posts

as Neural feeds drip cradle to grave  
New face scan tagged  
now you’re a slave  
Byte-born chains in virtual prisons  
while Terms and conditions delete your decisions

Clicks are prayers now  
likes are law  
Every confession just feeds the maw  
Church of the circuit  
blacked out scripts  
as the Truth gets jumped by algorithmic fists  

World in the chokehold  
knees on necks  
Kids in sweatshops  
branded in checks  
Peace is a myth  
sold in perfume ads  
And war’s just business  
with better tags

Churches full of gold  
but shelters collapse  
Politicians laugh  
while your insulin laps  
Got Cops in riot gear  
for minimum wage  
while white collars bailed with a wink backstage

My Blood in the soil  
oil in lungs  
Truth is a virus  
and I’ve become one  
while new gods wear Prada  
and snort lines  
a single mom starves in the prayer line

Google knows your guilt before you do  
NSA got your fear on YouTube  
Amazon sells your trauma in bulk  
And trauma’s the product that always results  

Mother fuckers  
They cloned our grief and called it art  
Turned Black pain into Wall Street charts  
They love our blood when it prints in mass  
But when we speak truth  

its a Shadow ban  

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Shadowban

An unfiltered scream against corruption, violence, and the sellout of the sacred. What's Your Price is a blistering tirade through modern horror, fake faith, and blood-for-profit culture. This Is CH power. Raw, Furious, and Unchained. This is What's Your Price " !

Cruel intentions  
void extensions  
hell’s inventions  
soul redemptions  
Fractured lessons  
warped confessions  
plague infections  
mass suppressions  
Teeth are grinding  
truth’s declining  
hope’s a cancer  
faith ain't blinding  
corruptions climbing  
graves are lining  
love’s a myth  
and rage defining  

Mirrors shatter  
fangs get sharper  
blood gets louder  
skin gets darker  
Hearts are frozen  
speech is chosen  
rules are rigged  
and laws are broken  
Hunger stretching  
time’s dissecting  
bones are poisoned  
cause pain’s a weapon  
Pull the strings and watch them shatter

Every empires built on slaughter

And you want me to give a fuck?  
Fuck you!

politics demented  
bent and twisted  
sold in bulk and mass-insisted  
Dreams are taxed  
then repossessed  
just wake up broke and die in debt  
Cries get muted  
sighs get boosted  
scripts get flipped  
and loves rebranded  
Freedom’s scripted  
faith’s encrypted  
every prayer is now inflicted  
Cash is sacred  
blood’s a token  
wars are streamed  
and votes are stolen  
God’s on billboards  
preachers flexin’  
selling mercy  
and just pretending  
Saints wear wristwatches from hell  
while kids eat bullets  
they kiss and tell  
while I watch the sun drip from the cross  
that ignites a flame I thought we lost

Torn enchantments  
with fake enhancements  
families burning in abandon  
Skies are cracking  
judges lacking  
black spoons boiling in my canon  
My words like razors  
forged by traitors  
rhythm cursed  
next to soulless haters  
My skin’s a prison  
inside the cisterns  
where hope decays in rotted rhythms

from Ashen thrones  
and bloodstained vespers  
where holy hands rape the blessed ones  
Crucifixes flipped and twisted  
locked in spaces they never visit  
Shadows kneeling  
gods are bleeding  
suits are laughing  
as leaders feeding  
Hope is dead  
I watched them eat it  
Don't expect me to fuckin clean it

askew reason  
laws are treason  
truth’s a virus  
trust is bleeding  
Scripted fate  
encrypted seasons  
kill the code  
alive new lesions  
Burn the ledger  
flood the system  
drag their ghosts out through the prism  
Feed on power  
rip religion

then spit their sermons in their prisons

Clock is red  
the blood won’t settle  
fangs like fire  
eyes like metal  
Mind’s a weapon  
soul’s a kettle  
boiling hate you’ll never meddle  
Torn from birth  
and flame reborn  
the lasting soul forever scorned  
Silence now—your world’s deformed

don't fucking bitch just because you're born

Gutter prophets  
banker profits  
heaven’s hostage  
leaders toxic  
News is twisted  
blood enlisted  
dreams are murdered  
pride’s resisted  
Steel is humming  
war drums drumming  
future mean nothing  
fear is coming  
World’s a furnace  
hearts are service  
hate is truth  
and hope’s just worthless

Womb to prison  
life’s a sentence  
sins are priced in market pensions  
Justices plastic  
deaths are classic  
filth is worshipped  
fame’s elastic  
Youth are drowning  
pills are crowning  
suits are laughing  
blood is counting  
what sacred melts in corporate fire  
this world was sold to the fucking liars

And you fucking know it

Hope’s a cancer  
peace is bait  
The world’s a coffin  
dressed in state  
Bleed the sky  
destroy the gate  
so when it rains  
it desecrates

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What's Your Price

A heartfelt acoustic cover of “Ride On” by Christy Moore. This timeless Irish folk ballad has always carried a deep sense of longing and reflection, and I wanted to honor that emotion with a simple EDM version

D'Jayo-Ride on see you

Cindered Heart is insurgent music. Industrial, bass-heavy hip-hop and Dubstep fused with metal’s bite and activist poetry’s venom. Every song is a call-to-arms against complacency. A soundtrack for people who feel the rot and want to burn it out.

 I know crazy right ?


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. With some other projects such as Folk and reggae. 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.

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Thanks for Listening, Liking, Commenting, Reposting and all the support Currently at 39k+ plays  !!!

Poet. Writer. Podcaster. Editor of GAS: Poetry, Art & Music and managing editor for BeatLife.

Folk singer from Alexandria VA now located in Bethesda MD.  Lover of fifths tuning and mostly play tenor guitar, Tenor Banjo and Mandolin. All drawings are mine all pets are deceased. Thanks for listening!

Who Am I?

I grew up in Ballymun, Dublin, back in the 80s. Before I ever set foot in a rave, I was a full-on rocker, blasting 80s rock music day and night. Then came the 90s—and everything changed. My first rave was at the Mansion House, and it flipped my world upside down.

I left that night humming two tracks I’d never forget: Rozalla – Everybody’s Free and 2 Unlimited – Get Ready for This. I was hooked. So hooked, in fact, that I walked straight to Abbey Discs on Abbey Street at 4 a.m. and queued until it opened (yeah, I know—bit of a weirdo). You’d swear it was the Christmas sales or I was queuing for one of those free holidays from Budget Travel.

That morning, I bought my first vinyl records—despite not owning a turntable. All I had was a tape deck. For the next year, I kept buying vinyl with no way to play it, until I finally got my hands on a second-hand mixer and turntable setup (nothing fancy—definitely not Technics).

While in college on Cathal Brugha Street, I kept raving—mainly in Sides DC. In 1993, I moved to Jersey and got my shot as a DJ at Raffles Nightclub. The only mixing I was familiar with at the time was flour, butter, and eggs for pastry. I flopped hard on my first night—and many nights after. But I kept at it. I worked six nights a week between the lights and decks, learning every step of the way.

Eventually, I came back to Ireland and settled in Ennis, where things really took off. I landed the big nights at The Queens Hotel nightclub and then Central Park. Life became a grind: 50–60 hours a week in a restaurant and 4–5 nights behind the decks. I stayed with The Queens Hotel nightclub for 20 years until I finally decided it was time to hang up the headphones. The long hours and late nights had taken their toll—I was done.

But the music bug never really left me. Over the years, I collected studio gear, planning to start making my own tracks. I dived into YouTube tutorials and music production books, teaching myself everything I could.

Then came COVID. Like many, I had a rough time. I had a serious talk with myself—what was I doing? If something happened to me, all this studio gear gathering dust would go to waste. So I made a decision: drop some weight, get healthy, and get back into music production.

Now? I'm back. Making tunes, loving the process, and reconnecting with the passion that’s been part of me for decades.

That me.

Welcome to my World . Everyone is welcome . Just bring yourself and an open heart and mind .

These songs are my solo project. I've never lost my love for all the times I would play an acoustic set at coffee shops around LA. I'm also the singer and co-songwriter for the band Company of Saints.

Duncan Bray aka "Max Fractal" was a Canadian musician with a career spanning decades from the 1970s to the 2000s. He was frequently on the road across Canada back in the day when a bar-stool blues man could make a living that way. He lived in a big red bus on tour for many years. In the 90s he discovered and fell in love with Tokyo and spent six months out of the year there from then on, where he was a popular show at a few regular spots.

He was a versatile and talented musician, a child protege, playing several instruments including piano, guitar, bass, drums, harmonica, flute, mandolin and pretty much anything else he could get his hands on. And of course, he had that unmistakable blues voice. He spanned genres however, not only into blues but folk, pop, rock and electronic.

In the 70s, 80s and 90s he was a weekly appearance at local music houses in Kitsilano, Vancouver, his hood - including the Softrock Cafe, Greers and the Kingshead Inn. He also began experimenting with production and built an impressive studio in Vancouver, eventually called dbSoundhouse Productions. This is where he spent much of his time. As well as studio sessions and live gigs, he worked professionally as a jingle artists for radio and music director for theatre, as well a stage producer for various shows, including Expo 86.

In the 2000s he was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer's. He passed away late 2020. This channel is maintained by his family so his music, his legacy, will live on.

Drive this bus Dunc!

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