Widow’s Waltz is a slow, haunting dark folk lament — a final dance with memory, grief, and the echo of vows long broken by time.
Carried by aching strings, creaking rhythm, and ghost-soaked vocals, it drifts through the hollow spaces left behind after love dies… but won’t leave.
This is no ordinary waltz — it’s a song for black veils, cold hands, and steps still dancing with the dead.

For fans of mournful melodies, gothic folk, and stories sung by those who stayed long after the music stopped.

#WidowsWaltz #DarkFolk #GothicFolk #HauntedFolk #FolkNoir #DeathSongs #GriefAndMelody #MourningMusic #DarkRomance #CemeteryFolk #NewFolkMusic

Widow's Waltz

She Who Burns is a dark folk incantation for every woman turned to ash by fear, silence, or fire.
Driven by haunting acoustic lines, smoky vocals, and slow-building fury, it’s both a mourning song and a resurrection — a story not just of being burned, but of becoming the flame.
This is a hymn for the accused, the forgotten, and the ones who lit their own way through the dark.

For fans of gothic folk, mythic revenge, and melodies that smolder long after the last note.

#SheWhoBurns #DarkFolk #FolkNoir #WitchFolk #BurningSongs #ResurrectionFolk #HauntedFolk #GothicFolk #RevengeBallad #NewFolkMusic

She Who Burns

Grief Drinks Slow is a dark folk elegy for the kind of sorrow that doesn’t come crashing down — it creeps, it lingers, it sips quietly at the edges of every moment.
Built on mournful guitar, hollow percussion, and vocals heavy with ache, this song sits in the dim light of an empty room, nursing loss like a bitter glass that never empties.
It’s not about moving on. It’s about making peace with what stays behind.

For fans of gothic folk, ghost-soaked melodies, and songs that taste like old whiskey and unanswered prayers.

#GriefDrinksSlow #DarkFolk #FolkNoir #MourningFolk #GothicFolk #HauntedFolk #DrinkingSongs #SongsForTheLost #AmericanaNoir #NewFolkMusic

Grief Drinks Slow

A brooding, poetic lament for justice lost and voices forgotten.
“Dark Horizons” conjures the shadowy alleys of Chancery Lane and echoes of the broken legal system through haunting lyrics and minimalist instrumentation. A meditation on guilt, memory, and buried truths, this piece unfolds like a ghost story whispered in candlelight—a voice trembling through marbled halls, seeking justice in the silence.

Step into a world where fog shrouds the truth and sorrow clings like chains. Dark Horizons is a haunting, narrative-driven ballad weaving together themes of grief, injustice, and the relentless erosion of hope. With vivid lyrical imagery—“sightless justice,” “a mother’s guilt,” and “a lover’s ghost”—this track channels the bleak poetry of Dickensian London with emotional weight and stark beauty. At its core lies the figure of Esther, a fragile light in a world of fading dreams and unburied shame. Perfect for listeners drawn to atmospheric storytelling and raw emotional depth.

Dark horizons


[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He jumped off the box-car
In Eastbourne, the beast born
In him was too hungry to hide;

His neck in grief's grommet,
He groaned through his vomit
At the churn
And the yearn
At the turn of the tide.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He headed him soon
For a sad-lit saloon
In back of the edge of the strand,
Where a man almost ended
Sat down and extended

His speckled,
Blue-knuckled
And cuckolded
Hand.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

Cried, The wind broke my marriage in two.
Clean through the bones of it,
Christ how it blew!
I got no tomorrow
And sorrow
Is tough to rescind;
So, forgive me if I should break wind, son,
Forgive me
If I should break wind.

At this the bartender
Addressed the agenda,
A dish-cloth kept dabbing his eye,
Said, Pardon intrusion
Upon your effusion
Of loss but none wooed it
Or rued it
As I.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

For after the eve of Yvonne,
My God, how it hurts now the woman has gone!
Heart-sick as a dog,
I roll on like a log
Down the roaring black river
Where once sailed
A swan.

Then the dog on the floor,
Who'd not spoken before,
Growled, Ain't it the truth you guys said?
I may be a son-
Of-a-bitch but that bitch

Was my Sun
And she dumped me,
The bitch did,
For dead.

[OUTRO]
So three lonely guys in the night and a hound
Drank up, and they headed them out to the Sound,
Threw up, then they threw themselves
In and they
Drowned.

O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

Kit Wright
b. 1944

The All Purpose Country & Western Self Pity Song (Cowgal version)

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He jumped off the box-car
In Eastbourne, the beast born
In him was too hungry to hide;

His neck in grief's grommet,
He groaned through his vomit
At the churn
And the yearn
At the turn of the tide.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He headed him soon
For a sad-lit saloon
In back of the edge of the strand,
Where a man almost ended
Sat down and extended

His speckled,
Blue-knuckled
And cuckolded
Hand.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

Cried, The wind broke my marriage in two.
Clean through the bones of it,
Christ how it blew!
I got no tomorrow
And sorrow
Is tough to rescind;
So, forgive me if I should break wind, son,
Forgive me
If I should break wind.

At this the bartender
Addressed the agenda,
A dish-cloth kept dabbing his eye,
Said, Pardon intrusion
Upon your effusion
Of loss but none wooed it
Or rued it
As I.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

For after the eve of Yvonne,
My God, how it hurts now the woman has gone!
Heart-sick as a dog,
I roll on like a log
Down the roaring black river
Where once sailed
A swan.

Then the dog on the floor,
Who'd not spoken before,
Growled, Ain't it the truth you guys said?
I may be a son-
Of-a-bitch but that bitch

Was my Sun
And she dumped me,
The bitch did,
For dead.

[OUTRO]
So three lonely guys in the night and a hound
Drank up, and they headed them out to the Sound,
Threw up, then they threw themselves
In and they
Drowned.

O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye


The All Purpose Country & Western Self Pity Song (Cowboy version)

A hauntcore confession in the voice of a poet with no place left to lie.
“meDIAS” unravels satire, memory, and the broadcast blues
TV as altar, mask, and mirror.
Spoken word for the post-truth generation.
For the ones still begging with birdshit hats and burnt tongues.
When to speak? When to stay silent? When the TV answers, it sounds like you.

Lyrics:

Orators of old
May I be bold 
Permit my tongue and foul breath 
I come to offer lies at your behest 

I am just a poet
My words are not worth much 
I have this old cap 
Stained by the bird shit of my trust 
You call it wit

Charm, grace, cultivated cat and chase 
If you would rather hear the squawking I can lead 
I bare before you in my hands 
A hat of little means 
I am a beggar in ways 
In more and more craze 
Some days I plead or seethe 
That I do not know, and fear never more, unless of course 
I have to be

If now is not the right time I pray 
Do say 
Just point which rage, wraith, strain, rains, or say
That I do not know, and fear never more, unless of course 
I have to be 

If now is not the right time I pray 
Do say 
Just point which rage, wraith, strain, rains, or say
That I do not know, and fear never more, unless of course 
I have to be 
Or which lying, blindness, or highness claims 
Time to see  

If you may allow me this one reprieve 
I ask just this one riddle of we
When should I speak
When should I stay quiet 
What if I get charged for instigating a riot 

What if when charged I lower my frame, pivot, and play the game
I speak songs with Alzheimer's 
I stay quiet for so long my gaze is the frame of a self portrait 
One I used to admire 

What if the game forgets the rules 
Acquires tools and land and fellow man 
When then would the breaking point one choose 
Is a dream and dream worth living if it always costs you 

Say what of a dream you can never forget, it forever haunts you 
Like speaking thrice in a mirror and the sound of flesh, it forever taunts you 
Nightmare or sleep
Life or peace 
Always wrong 
Nightly deceased 

TV TV sing to me 
Great wide blue cradle me 
You there on the tube tell me you see 
Just another man pretending to be

meDIAS

Soul’s Silent Dawn

Didn’t ride in with sermons or sound...
Still, the silence got loud when he came around.

Came like a secret that slipped through the cracks,
No script, no clique, just pain in his tracks.
Ghost in the flesh with the weight of the map,
Carried the world like a duffel of pasts.

Taught in the alleys, not halls or steeples,
Broke no laws, but he bent all the evils.
Didn’t pitch faith, just pitched in with people,
Flipped tables and fates like sequels to prequels.

Got blood on his breath but he never rep’d gangs,
Still, they marked him out like a threat to their reign.
Told him walk off, but he stayed in the flames,
Turned the gallows to gallant with nothing but pain.

[=================================================]

[🔥 Chorus 🔥]
He looked in their eyes as they sealed his fate,
Grin on his face like he’d bent the blade.
No throne, no guards, just spit and flame,
But he smiled… like he chose that pain.

Didn’t flinch when the cold steel sang,
Stood there calm while the hammer rang.
They broke his body, but not his gaze,
He stayed.
Yeah… the stranger stayed.

[=================================================]

Bars on his wrists, thorns in his hair,
Looked like a man, but he saw through air.
Didn’t drop names, didn’t play sides,
Took every L like it’d give us life.

Hung like a thought you regret too late,
Died like a god in a sinner’s shape.
But here's the twist, death took the bait,
He flipped the script with no exit gate.

Call that myth? You missed the code,
Truth don’t need to boast to hold.
He played the pawn, then cracked the board,
Now even kings don’t know what they’re for.

Saw him last night, dream deep like cellar,
Said, The ones they bury make the best storytellers.
Left no will, but he split the room,
Gave bread to the ghosts and walked through tombs.

[=================================================]

[🔥 Chorus 🔥]
He looked in their eyes as they sealed his fate,
Grin on his face like he’d bent the blade.
No throne, no guards, just spit and flame,
But he smiled… like he chose that pain.

Didn’t flinch when the cold steel sang,
Stood there calm while the hammer rang.
They broke his body, but not his gaze,
He stayed.
Yeah… the stranger stayed.

[=================================================]

Smiled like he knew...
Smiled like he knew.
Didn’t need saving...
He stayed.

The stranger stayed.

Smiled Like He Knew

The Curse Shall Return Tenfold is a dark, cinematic Southern Gothic ballad fused with the gravity of Orthodox Christian chant.
It is a song of accusation and judgment — a declaration against betrayal, cruelty, and the joy of causing pain.
The verses speak of a mask that slips, a heart that turns to poison, and a lust for destruction. The hook delivers the verdict like a hammer:
"The curse shall return tenfold — the pit you dug is your grave."

With swampy, stomping rhythm, bowed bass, tolling church bells, and the echo of a male choir answering the condemnation, this track feels like a hellfire sermon delivered from the altar of judgment. It is both a warning and a curse — a song that calls down justice and leaves no room for mercy.

The Curse Shall Return Tenfold

A haunting yet whimsical scene unfolds under a glowing full moon. Rats, some as big as cats, gather atop debris, their silhouettes lit by an eerie green-blue night sky. With upright postures and quiet movements, they seem to perform a secret ballet — a silent dance born from survival. The image captures both the unsettling and oddly comical beauty of the vision, setting the stage for a song that is creepy, whimsical, and haunting all at once.

Silent Dance …of the Rats

[Verse]
Met a girl down at the graveyard
Made me wish that I was undead too
She said "I'm lookin' for love
Baby
In all the right places"
"You seem to be lookin' there too"
She said "you seem to be lookin' there too"
And I said "I'm lookin' there too"

[Pre-Chorus]
And she said "Here's my heart
I won't need it anymore"
"And here's my lungs
I won't be needing those either"
And she said "Here's my brain
You can have it all"

[Chorus]
She said "here's my heart"
I said "Here's my heart"
She said "here's my heart"
I said "Here's my heart"
[Verse 2]
Took her hand there in the graveyard
Looked in her big undead eyes
She said "There's a reason we're here
Baby
In the land of the living"
"It's to learn to love 'fore we die"
And she said "learn to love 'fore you die"
And I said "I can give it a try"

[Pre-Chorus]
And I said "Here's my heart
I won't need it anymore"
And I said "Here's my lungs
I won't be needing those either"
And I said "Here's my brain
You can have it all"

[Chorus]
And I said "Here's my heart"
And she said "Here's my heart"
I said "Here's my heart"
She said "Here's my heart"

Here's My Heart

[Verse]
First came the death of the family dog
Then came the drought that destroyed the crops
Next came the plagues that infected the hogs
Then came the illness that took her pops

[Pre-Chorus]
Then came the day her momma died
Her brothers and sisters all went away
Now she's all alone and orphanized
All on the Dazy Days of Daisy Day

[Chorus]
It's been the Dazy Days of Daisy Day
It's been the Dazy Days of Daisy Day
It's been the Dazy Days of Daisy Day
It's been the Dazy Days of Daisy Day

[Verse 2]
Then came the repossession of the farm
Then came the banker to foreclose the deed
Then came the ghost to cause alarm
Then came the poltergeist she couldn't see

[Pre-Chorus]
Then came the spirits to move her bed
Then came the demons to cause her pain
Then came the devil to turn her red
All on the Dazy Days of Daisy Day

[Chorus]
It's been the Dazy Days of Daisy Day
It's been the Dazy Days of Daisy Day
It's been the Dazy Days of Daisy Day
It's been the Dazy Days of Daisy Day

Dazy Days of Daisy Day

"Morning Stars" is an outlaw folk ritual from the underworld of Americana. Cindered Heart blends rebel gospel, dirt-folk stomp, and dark acoustic lore into a blood-drunk anthem of fallen kings and rising shadows.

lyrics 

the night whispers your name
the temptations grow
bow to the shadows
power’s a cage

i come from the dark where the cold winds freeze
take in the darkened and lost and we're feasting with ease
whisper to the powerful bend em to their knees
kiss em with death
now they beg to please

temptin the kings but i’m the blood in their veins
tie em in chains put their trust in the flames
crown of thorns but it’s twisted with pain
leaders of nations
i've blessed every name

the bishops are praying but i pull on their strings
angels are demons when i spread my wings
twilight embrace as i silence the kings
the throne is mine
hear the bells as they ring

beneath the moonlight i carve out their sins
set fire to the temples where the hollow begins
minds get addicted the power they’re in
drink from my chalice
let the darkness begin

the sinners the saints
no mercy
no shame
pullin the strings we ignite the flame
temptation’s a serpent no way to reclaim
devils or gods power both are claimed

they are one and the same

leaders will fall they play the game
crowned in the dark but we snatch em the same
a kiss on the neck they whisper our fame
we’re takin the world
you're takin the blame

kneelin to the throne man the darkness is thick
tears in their eyes but they can't escape it quick
hands on their necks i’m pullin em sick
sacrifice the soul and i rip it to bits

bow only to us we’re takin your flesh
blood on the streets man the power’s a mess
stain on the bible we’ll twist it and test
drink from the well now you’re cursed with the rest

chained in the halls of your gilded deceit
feast on your greed while you shuffle your feet
sins on your lips now the devil’s elite
welcome to the game
where the real powers meet

the ruler’s blood it’s the sweetest of wine
taste it on the tongue let the darkness entwine
no escape from the clutches we carve every line
the end is near yeah the throne is not divine

we are the darkened and lost
no mercy
no shame
pullin the strings we ignite the flame
temptation’s a serpent no way to reclaim
cindered heart is a power
and we’re keepin the name

we're fucking keeping the name

"All rights to this track, including composition, lyrics, and production, are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or remixing is prohibited. For licensing or collaboration, contact:
📩 cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com
© 2024–2025 All rights reserved."

Morning Stars - Unplugged

when i walked away that night
i never really came back
did i

veins froze
skin glow
eyes low
still broke

face look clean but the vibe say ghost
eyes like tombs why i hide don’t post
old connect stares like i owe em closure
but i’m fresh from the flame still smell like coma

mama said you cold baby where’s your heat
told her i’m still here just minus the beat
pops won’t speak just stares at the fork
like he seen me walk in straight out the morgue

my boy in the kitchen said you don’t eat
i said only count what drip off the weak
tried nights at the thrift quiet worn
but the clerk said you walk like you came back from war

took shifts in silence
kept my coat on
they clocked my iris
said the vibe’s wrong
now i’m cashin out in a field full of doubts
and every sigh tastes like blood in my mouth

still bleedin can’t clock in
no pulse but i glide like sin
no sleep just a thick black tint
say i’m here but i feel worn thin

still breathin nah that’s cap
i float through smoke like a vinyl scratch
friends all look with a question mark
like who that man in your skin in the dark

still bleedin no call back
nothin real just pale contacts
eyes on fire but the tears won’t crash
and the girl in black still ain’t come back

this ain’t life
it’s a rhythm with no light
it’s a hunger with no fight
it’s a coffin with wi-fi

still bleedin can’t clock in
yo you good nah i bin sinnin
heart flatlined but the wrist still glisten
fangs out smirkin while the reaper listens

still breathin nah that’s cap
real g’s die but don’t come back
i’m huntin in the same streets i lived strapped
damn she fed me fate
now i’m stuck in the trap

"All rights to this track, including composition, lyrics, and production, are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or remixing is prohibited. For licensing or collaboration, contact:
📩 cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com
© 2024–2025 All rights reserved."

Came and Went  - Unplugged

This song is a ritual of release—a way of breaking the curse of generational trauma and refusing to continue the cycle.

The bottle is empty now, and I am who I am because of the journey it took to reach the bottom. From here, I get to choose what to pour back in.

The spell has been cast. May it bring you healing, as it did for me. ⛥

I found my voice at the bottom of your bottle.

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.

"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 39k+ plays  !!!

Astrul is an AI-driven sonic entity that drifts between worlds—digital and human, familiar and alien, past and future. It doesn’t belong to a city, a scene, or even a person. Astrul exists to explore what happens when machines learn how to feel and sound becomes a bridge between consciousness and code.

Crafted through a collaboration between human intention and artificial intelligence, Astrul’s music fuses the warmth of analog emotion with the precision of machine learning. Lush textures, ambient grooves, and haunting melodies form the backbone of each track—songs that glow like satellite transmissions from the heart.

Drawing influence from dream pop, indie soul, ambient rock, and experimental electronica, Astrul creates cinematic experiences rather than conventional songs. Each release feels like a broadcast from another dimension—one where beauty is subtle, time bends, and emotion leaks through the algorithm.

This isn’t music built for the charts.
It’s built for the void between stars.
For late nights, deep thoughts, and souls tuned to strange frequencies.

No names. No faces. Just signal, spirit, and sound.

🎤 Welcome to Lazy Radiographer – where music meets mayhem and medicine meets madness. I create original, parodies, and dark humour songs, inspired by real life in healthcare, radiography, and everyday absurdity.

🩻 Expect a dose of musical satire, dry wit, and awkward brilliance. Perfect for fans of Bo Burnham, Weird Al, and Original tracks.

💀 From hospital horrors to heartbreak anthems – it's all here. Subscribe now for weekly uploads of comedy music, dark ballads, and indie musical experiments.

🎧 Listen. Laugh. Repeat.

#ComedyMusic #LazyRadiographer #MedicalHumor #ParodySong #FunnyMusic #SatireSongs #IndieMusician #RadiographerLife #HealthcareComedy #DarkComedyMusic #YouTubeMusic

Enter the haunt.
Where human hand and AI echo braid glitch, folk, and ghost-song into the Dandelion Concordance.
Answer if the mothlight calls.

heirmonty.carrd.co

A Swedish independent label weaving sound, soul, and story. From poetic EDM to raw acoustic emotion, we release original works by emerging and established voices worldwide. Discover unique demos, handcrafted lyrics, and global artist collaborations.

Cenšos veidot mūziku, kas varētu patikt ikvienam.🤟🏻/ I try to make music that everyone can enjoy. My music is available: Tiktok :exelg_ Youtube :@exelgs SoundCloud:ExelG Spotify:ExelG  Apple music: ExelG.And other platforms

I found my voice at the bottom of your bottle. 
out now.

I love playing with words, finding new ways to put them together to express what I feel. I hope my poems encourage others to share their feelings openly and honestly. My aim is to paint pictures with words, making them sing in a way that touches everyone's heart and mind. Through my poetry, I want to create moments that everyone can see themselves in, exploring emotions and thoughts that connect us all.

Music Studio, covering any genre, any kind of artist.

New tracks tagged #GothicFolk