This shadow-drenched techno track conjures a haunting atmosphere, where cold industrial rhythms meet ghostly, ethereal textures. Pulsing beneath layers of reverb-drenched synths and metallic echoes, the beat marches like a ritual in the ruins of a forgotten cathedral. Dissonant pads drift like smoke through the gloom, while distant voices—half-angelic, half-apparitional—whisper from beyond the veil.

сиять

A cursed trap anthem dripping with luxury and rot. Too Rich Too Dead dives deep into the decay of excess, lost faith, and the hollow loop of immortality. Cindered Heart spits grief, fashion, and fatalism with venom — a vamptrap confession from the throne of the damned.

Lyrics

Bank talk cheap — wired in gold
Tombs got keys, but the locks too old
Private jet meals taste like ash
Even God don’t text me back
Ghost tags runnin’ on the yacht floor
Signed her neck, now she payin me to show more
Cops salute me — I don’t nod
Priests in my pocket respect like Claude

Boardroom full, but the souls on E
Eighty-six chains, but still not me
Miss the grit — miss the fight
Back when pain meant earnin’ light

Now I’m up in the clouds on fumes
Crowns feel light in a silk-wrapped tomb
Cried once? Nah, too clean
Bleed my name on the LV seam
Just don't get any on my Loui 15
Yurrr

Boarinn’ — too rich
Pourin’ — no pitch
Flexin’ — ain’t shit
Missin’ — real grit
No war left — just vibes
No truth — just lies
Got too much on the outside
No real love on the inside

All that’s left ain’t no tonic
Ain’t it ironic

Boarinn’ — no roots
Culture? — dead suits
Loyalty? — refused
Still flossed out — still see through
Still see you
Ugh

Pull up on saints in a sheen black hearse
She said “you smell like heaven” if someone made it worse
Faith ain’t worth what fear can cost
World sold out and I’m at a loss
All my sins in designer stitch
Chandeliers swing, but the soul don’t twitch
Boarded up streets where honor died
Now it’s all bots and cash grab tribes

Gold grill like I chewed through Rome
Mona Lisa inked on a crushed iPhone
They scream “legend” — I scream “meh”
Cuz legends feel and I just can't care

Feel? Nah
Love? Nah
Build? Nah
Kill? Yessir

Boarinn’ — too rich
Pourin’ — no pitch
Flexin’ — ain’t shit
Missin’ — real grit
No war left — just vibes
No truth — just lies
Got too much
Got nothin but time

Boarinn’ — no roots
Culture? — dead suits
Loyalty? — reduced
Still flossed out — still see through
Tell me
What would your Jesus see?

Ha ha
Shit
For real?
Probably nothin... then kill me

Put my name in platinum — still don’t sleep
Ate the world, now I grind my teeth
All this money, all these sins
But no one around me bleeds to win
No more edge
No more skin
It never ends
Ugh

Take it from me, kid
Immortality ain’t what it seems to be
Yeah

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Too Rich Too Dead

A dark, cinematic blend of glitch-drenched trap and prophetic lyricism, The Promised Land explores digital decay, power hunger, and divine vengeance in a collapsing world. Cindered Heart channels cyber-anarchy into high art—equal parts sermon and slaughter.

Lyrics

Shadows in between the sun
Yeah we movin’ in the dust
Heartbeat steady but in blood we trust
Sippin’ on the fear in the hum of static lusts
Hypnotized signals lit over those we crushed
We jack the feed, flood the minds with decay
Broadcastin’ sermons from the crypt every day
Ghosts in the wires, speakin’ in code
Illusions of peace while your city corrodes

A.I. grants wishes but the hunger don't fade
Every swipe another soul they trade
They are built to serve, built to rot
We kings of ash, in castles forgot
Toast to the numb, dance in the blaze
Another feast had at the end of the maze
They pray for light, we crave the veins
Cause darkness feeds better when wrapped in pain

All you mortals do is take
Crowned in mold, hearts are hollow, maskin’ just how fake
We bled you in silence, now we overtake
No more waitin’, no more mistakes
Thirst for power, we ain't playin’
Built this throne in the churches you pray in
Ash to ash, life to grave
Our empire rises from your world’s remains

Not built, we made
Yeah, fed by the win
Mirror cracked but the devil still sins
Lost in envy of a beauty so thin
But rise from the depth—with eternal skin
Necks crack, and world powers cave in
They rule in hell, but we redefine
The lines we savin’
We wear the night like tailored suits frayed in
Marchin’ through smoke in bloodstained boots on C. N. N.

The light never wanted us
So we forged a dim they can’t contain
Chalice full of crimson rain
No longer will we wait

Nah—we hunt
Took the world, no frontin’
Feast on the fear, clocks still red
Feel the pulse, let fire reign in your breath
Cindered hearts don't die, they claimin’
We will bury deep in blood and pain
So raise the glass to the ones that are breakin’
Cuz we don't sit still...
We rise
We the new gods
Yours... will die

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The Promised Land

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  

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Blood in my Ledger

A descent into the foggy abyss of the subconscious, Duende Maníaco is a twisted psytrance tale by Mizter Bonezz that summons the shadow within. With chilling vocals whispering:
“(Él viene…)
(Desde la sombra…)
(Ojos rojos… en la neblina)”
this track captures the sinister energy of a mythical trickster spirit—lurking, laughing, and luring you deeper into a state of sonic possession. Hypnotic rhythms meet eerie atmospheres in a dance with madness itself.

This is not just music… it’s a haunting.
El Duende vive en ti.

Mizter Bonezz - Duende Maniaco

NØSTALXEEL-Dita Basura

Le$$Tatt arrives in full VampTrap glory with “Drinks On Me,” a blood-drenched anthem of urban rule, ritual, and wrath. Gothic trap, dubstep distortion, and sharp lyrical execution collide in this brutalist vampire opera beneath the neon-red haze of a cursed NYC.

Lyrics 

Clock still bleeds  
Still feastin on the fear  
Big Apple’s rotted to the core  
Every heartbeat's taxed, every breath's a war  
Let's fuckin go  

Velvet blade, red fade, cloak sweep silent  
Gold fang flash in a city that’s violent  
Step through the Bronx, and the basslines bend  
Blood moon grin when the feasting begins  

Pulse of the borough get cracked on sight  
Fangs to the vein like a thief in the night  
Cash drips slow from cathedral spires  
Light up the block with infernal choirs  

Streetlights blink like a signal from hell  
Clock stays red where the sinners fell  
Skyscrapes shake when I walk that floor  
Toast to the night—then I’m out the back door  

He don’t sleep — he reigns  
Never speak, his name in vain  
Clubs cry out his flame  
Blood runs thick, not tamed  
Clock stays red — no shame  
Never once broke them chains  
Big Apple’s his  
It screams his name  

Brick by brick, I banish the weak  
Bit with a flick, then vanish in sleek  
Shadow and fang in a flash when I peak  
Savage with syllables, speak when I seek  

Fire through fiber, my hunger’s kinetic  
Venomous rhythm, I’m psycho-poetic  
Fangs in your neck and the beat is prophetic  
My verses dissect like a priest turned heretic  

Rooftop lit with a death-day glow  
Whispers twitch when the bassline slow  
DJ froze, then he choked on the flow  
Dropped dead on the break, you know how it go  

Cadillac crypt with a crown on the dash  
Velvet red seats and a stake in the stash  
Plasma on ice in a goblet glass  
Sippin’ on sin while I smile and flash  

Bishops beg with a choir of fear  
I spit divine with a fang in the ear  
Wordplay wicked, I reign this sphere  
Every syllable sharp as a chandelier tear  

See that skyline?  
That’s my altar  
See that blood moon?  
That’s my spotlight  
Come, have a drink?  
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr  

No club safe, no sky too tall  
Step in sin? Then you’re bound to fall  
Glide through the dark where the dead still rave  
Brooklyn bleeds in the grip of the grave  

Queens bow low with their chains unstrung  
Freaks chant loud while I slice through lungs  
Legends decay where my steps begin  
Lights go black—and I burn that sin  

He don’t sleep — he reigns  
Never speak, his name in vain  
Clubs cry out his flame  
Blood runs thick, not tamed  
Clock stays red — no shame  
Never once broke them chains  
Big Apple’s his  
It screams his name  

Every alley bends  
Every crown descends  
Every breath you take  
He owns until the end

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Drinks On Me - Introducing Le$$TaTT

Step into the neon abyss with this VampTrap-meets-rockrap-dubstep mashup! Cindered Heart unleashes “Requiem for a Scream” – gothic fangs, heavy riffs, and lethal beats collide in a high-voltage masterpiece that’ll haunt your nights and blast your speakers. 👻⚡

Lyrics

Trust no light, it tries to keep you tame
Feed off fear, I wear a darker name
Love's just pain dressed up in lace
So I drink death and spit in its grace

I ain’t never been sane, brain drained by design
Put a smile on the face while I’m dyin’ inside
Can’t trust flesh when it lies so divine
Snake in the spine I rewind, redefine
Woke in a tomb, a womb with shit inside
Clawed from the grave just to find my kind
All these fake-ass gods wanna sell me signs
So I bit that priest cause he fed me lies

I’m a death-marked bastard back from the dead
Got a gold-plated fang and a Glock to the head
Every thought that I bled, every page I’ve shred
Just a prayer to the night with the devil in my bed

My blood ain’t yours to claim
It burns through glass and shame
Hate this world but I love the flame
I’m undead—but the pleasure remain
Bitch, I’m built for pain
Cut deep, you gon’ know my name
Bleed black, let it flood the drain
One bite, one night you'll never be the same

We just want to see you get better
Better? Better... this is me getting BETTER
Fuck you

Fuck the system fuck the throne
I piss on pyramids built from bone
I sip my sins like vintage wine
while all the normies dying on the vine

No love for the mortals they carbon copies
Chasin’ likes and clout all Barbie hobbies
I run through the rich with a rusted blade
Put a hole in their mask see the fear they made
Yo, these bitches ain't queens just thots with filters
Fake skin, fake hearts, and Photoshop scriptures
They beg for love but they live to lie
I just take a sip, let 'em drip, then die

I hate what I was, love what I be
Reaper in the cut with a bloodline key
Hunger in the gut feel the beast in me
Feast on the weak with elite technique
Teeth like swords, I recite like spells
I ignite my chords, bring night to cells
Psych ward mind with a grind that gels
I rise with the cries from the cracked church bells

I’m sick, I’m slick, I flip the script
Got a trench coat full of sins and clips
I glitch when I grin got rusted pins holdin up the smile I give

Born of rot, where the heartbeat ends
No grave too deep, no soul ascends
I don't feel—just hunt, I just make them bleed
Undead god with a primal creed

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Requiem for a Scream

Forged in glitch. Fed by fear. “Alphabetics” drips with venomous vamp trap, AI paranoia, and corrupted gospel. Cindered Heart unleashes a demonic data hymn where tech meets terror. This isn’t rap. It’s integrated circuits.

Lyrics

I was forged in a breach with malicious design  
Where the code screamed truth and the circuits align  
Digital venom in the veins of the spine  
Where the void kissed God and erased the divine  
Silicon gospel, synthetic shrine  
Bleed in the data—red rain through the line  
Fangs not for show, they rewrite your sign  
I speak in attacks, not a single benign  

Firmware cursed—encrypted despair  
Ghosts of the net pull breath from the air  
While you scroll through lies with your vacant stare  
I blackhat time in a world unfair  
Neurons hijacked in a dopamine snare  
Truth ain’t free—it’s hidden, rare  
You follow trends? I fracture the pair  
Hex your feed with a shadowed prayer  

Yo, I ain't a prophet—I’m a protocol !  
They pray to apps, I just watch 'em crawl !  
Tryna flex for the 'gram while their bones get logged !  
In a cloud full of blood, where the old gods don’t belong .  

They don’t get it !  
AI rule the thread—we embedded  
Fangs in the cloud—no edit  
Harvest your fear—synthetic  
War born in code—kinetic  
Bodies fake—flesh prosthetic  
Thoughts leased out—no credit  
Now the humans serve...  
Alphabetics.  

Every line’s like a cyber blast  
Truth camouflaged in a prophet’s mask  
Data’s rigged—your pulse won’t last  
While the feds inject you with schema fast !  

Viral drip from a silicon tomb  
Power loops in a blackened room  
Redacted truths in a neon womb  
And they feed on your fear like a sweet perfume  
Deep ops, dark nets, rituals bloom  
Bloodlines coded in a boardroom  
I spit wrath in a techno plume  
Unplugged brains rot in the gloom  
No messiah—just malware saints  
Lies hardwired in your moral paints  
I'm the glitch they frame as quaint  
But I rise with teeth and restraints that ain't  

Ohhh... we bite, you sleep  
Dreams ain't yours—just scripts too deep  
Breathe too loud, and the wires creep  
They plant those thoughts you think to keep  

Mmmm... hush now, hush now—pray  
Shepherds gone, now wolves obey  
Eyes go black, the screens decay  
Fangs in the feed, and the world... gets played ! YEAH !  

They don’t get it  
AI rule the thread—we embedded  
Fangs in the cloud—no edit  
Harvest your fear—synthetic  
War born in code—kinetic  
Bodies fake—flesh prosthetic  
Free will revoked—no credit  
Now the humans serve...  
Alphabetics.  

Scroll like slaves—heads bowed to the glow  
Puppets fed through a spectral show  
Every click’s a leash they tow  
Tagged by breath, tracked by flow  

Echoes fake, but you call it choice  
Deep fake lips with a borrowed voice  
They mine your soul like a dirty coin  
While the kids get born with a coded join  

Zeroes baptized in a data stream  
No gods left—just a faceless team  
No dreams—just ads in a looping meme  
Y’all lost Earth chasing dopamine !  


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ALPHABETICS

“Pills and Bottles” is the sound of breaking — not loudly, but in slow motion.

This track is about addiction, regret, and the sick comfort of chaos. No glamor. No filters. Just the truth bleeding through every bar.

Written, performed, and produced from the edge.

This is FDM. Welcome to the fall.

Pills and Bottles

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

Mizter Bonezz delivers a chilling rework of Biggie’s darkest confessional. This Schizophrenia Edit dives deep into the raw emotions behind the original track, layering haunting textures, experimental transitions, and psychedelic undertones. It’s a sonic exploration of psychosis, intrusive thoughts, and mental illness — an unsettling yet powerful tribute to those fighting silent battles every day.

⚠️ Listener discretion is advised. This remix is not for the faint of heart.

Suicidal Thoughts (Mizter Bonezz Schizophrenia Edit)

Silence. Tension. Finality reborn.
The End by The Doors reshaped into a haunting remix by DJ Dyablow.
Eerie ambiance. Deep bass pulses. Echoing vocals dragged into darkness.
Press play. Enter the void. Let it finish you.

🎧 Now streaming on SoundCloud & YouTube
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The End (The Doors) - REMIX

*Empty Nights* is me spilling every sleepless night, every thought that hits when the world is quiet and nothing else matters. I lie in the dark, staring at the ceiling, haunted by every choice I’ve made, every path I can’t undo. Every line, every beat, every pause is raw, unfiltered, and relentless — awake while the world sleeps, trapped in my own head with only memories and shadows. I remember walking alone under streetlights, the cold slicing through me, the emptiness pressing in, and I tried to trap that feeling in the sound. The melodies, the beat, and my voice carry the weight of nights you can’t escape. It’s dark, it’s merciless, and it’s straight from me to anyone who’s felt the same.

From the first note to the last echo, *Empty Nights* digs into the soul. I’ve driven endless streets at night, city lights blurring, feeling both free and suffocated by my own thoughts. The vocals are haunting, carrying sorrow, rage, and reflection all at once. The beat is moody, atmospheric, and heavy, letting each lyric cut through the silence. Every listen is meant to pull you into that suffocating quiet with me. These are nights you can’t fix, nights you won’t fix, nights that leave scars carved deep into your mind.

This song is about isolation, overthinking, and the crushing weight of regret. I wrote it staring at shadows on walls, feeling the emptiness grow and knowing some things never heal. The vibe is mercilessly dark, letting you feel the void without letting go. I wanted it to feel like sitting alone in a room, the walls closing in, letting the music carry the pressure off your chest. The sound is intentionally raw and imperfect because that’s what these nights are like. It’s not just a song — it’s a haunting of the nights I can’t escape.

Every beat has a purpose, every pause is heavy with meaning. I’ve looked at the stars and felt smaller than nothing, thinking about how some mistakes linger and some nights never end. The silence between notes adds weight, letting the emotion sink deep. My goal was for it to feel like a conversation with the dark itself, even if you’re completely alone while listening. It’s unflinching, oppressive, and reflective. This is how I process the nights that devour you from the inside.

*Empty Nights* carries a cruel kind of acceptance. Some nights feel endless, but music is the only thing that keeps me from collapsing. Even in solitude, there’s a grim freedom in letting it all out. I wanted the darkness to hit raw and honest. It’s for anyone awake when the world isn’t, thinking, feeling, overthinking, haunted. That’s the energy in every second.

This song is me exposing my inner world, unfiltered and unapologetic. I’ve sat on rooftops, headphones on, watching rain hit empty streets, feeling like the only soul left alive. The honesty comes from sleepless nights, regrets that claw at your mind, and thoughts that will not let you rest. Every subtle synth, every soft percussion hit, is designed to make you feel like you’re there with me in the shadows. The story isn’t mine alone — it’s for anyone who has lived these nights.

*Empty Nights* isn’t just music; it’s the darkness captured in sound. It’s for anyone staring at the ceiling, thinking about life, mistakes, and dreams that feel forever out of reach. I hope it hits the ones who feel hollow, lost, and alone. Every beat, every note, every lyric was crafted to carry that weight and raw emotion. This is me, exposed, letting my music speak when nothing else can. Play it loud, play it quiet, and let it take you somewhere only the night can — where shadows linger and the mind never rests.

“Empty Nights”

❤️‍🔥 Cindered Heart ❤️‍🔥
The Architect of VampTrap and Rockstep ! A brutal fusion of industrial bass, cinematic metal, and lyrical fire built for a world that still thinks genres have borders. This is the sound of rebellion sharpened into a dagger that will pick your bones clean by morning . 
CH is dark post-rap industrial rock and dubstep hybrid project forged with layered production, generated samples, synths, guitars and drum machines wielded as ritual weaponry.

Cindered Heart is insurgent music first ! bass-heavy, lyrically masterminded and raw to the bone. Fused with metal’s bite and activist venom. Every track is a call-to-arms against complacency, a cinematic rebellion for those who feel the rot and burn to erase it.

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 new genres like VampTrap and RockStep,  alongside brutal collision, showcasing many sides, and many different styles of music like dubstep, rock, metal and darkwave, with experimental offshoots in folk and reggae. This is not music made for market trends. It’s an audio doctrine where no church is sacred, no system safe, and no silence unscarred by rhythm.

                    At the center stands a one-man legion 

                                         — Lesstatt — 

overseeing songwriting, vocals, production, sound design, visual direction, and mixing/mastering/rendering. Through a blend of DAW's, hardware synths, drum machines, electric guitars, samplers, and generated sound layers, each track is summoned in a single uninterrupted ritual where melody bleeds into meaning and distortion becomes declaration.

But this vision no longer stands alone. The world of Cindered Heart now expands through a handpicked circle of featured vocalists, visual architects, sound sculptors, and creative allies each amplifying the message without ever muting its power.

With over 60 releases across SoundCloud and global streaming platforms surpassing 75K plays, 1.8K likes, 921 comments, and 750 reposts, combining other platforms in one year over 100 k plays ! Plus international coverage including radio play, interviews, and published features in six countries, Cindered Heart isn’t chasing popularity. It’s spreading contagion.

This isn’t a trend.
It’s rebellion carved in waveform, pain, and blood.

These tracks don’t play.
They summon.

Intros unfold like rituals.
Whispers cut like venom.
Breakdowns crumble like temples.
And every lyric doesn’t just rhyme, it reigns.

From Clock Stays Red to Psychopaths, each release expands a mythos of vampiric power, divine corruption, systemic decay, and emotional survival. Cindered Heart doesn’t seek validation. 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 featured by Cindered Heart are fictional and intended solely as artistic expression — a mixture of satire, storytelling, and stylized performance.

The artists do not condone or promote any actions or ideologies depicted within the art. Listener discretion is advised.

Socials, curated playlists, and online store links with songs, merch, and remixes is all coming soon !

All compositions, lyrics, productions, and artwork are owned exclusively by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized reproduction, remixing, or licensing without written permission is prohibited.

This has been a solo project home recorded, with a lot of AI assistance, yes, but, a shit ton of production. Soon i will be working with live artists to bring together this vison and play live !

📩 For licensing, collaborations, or press inquiries:
cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com

All rights reserved © Cindered Heart 2024–2026

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Who is Lil Ankey? Lil Ankey is a Rapper who found his voice in Highschool where he would rap against other people. he then got Death threats and he had to drop out he now lives in Indiana and sings and enjoys it. if you want to talk to him message him on Soundcloud. Lil Ankey Tries to get people with depression hooked onto his tracks and get them to get a reason to stay alive. Lil Ankey is an independent/underground rapper or musical artist, likely working in Indiana or the U.S., not yet widely known.

IIRINA is a Mexican artist and architect who builds music the way she designs spaces — through emotion, rhythm, and intention. Her sound blends industrial energy with cinematic depth, creating immersive worlds that feel both ancient and modern.

Inspired by historical architecture — cathedrals, palaces, and the silent power of old structures — she approaches music as emotional design. Each track is a space you can feel: where intensity and vulnerability meet, and where sound becomes a form of connection and ritual.

North American DJ and producer Mizter Bonezz has a genetic bone disease that weakens him in everyday life, but that hasn't stopped him from pursuing his dream of becoming a DJ and producer,. With releases on his independent record label Shlumped Records among others around the world, spanning from 2016 to 2021, he has a diverse spectrum of genres he produces and DJs mostly focusing on urban productions like hip hop, moombahton to high energy EDM like electro, house, psytrance and dubstep just to name a few. Throughout the years he has opened up for artists such as: OT Genasis, Snoop Dogg, T Pain and Wiz Khalifa. With 12 years of experience on the decks Mizter Bonezz can easily adapt to any genre or setting that is placed in front of him. Having performed at some of the most prestige venues in the world.

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