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

трогай своё тело
ты похож на немо
ama lost на глубине
смысл фильма интерстеллар
иду строго stepом
тяга только к сценам
ты читаешь грустно
в интернете пишут мемы

мне тяжело делить проблемы

залутал her
для них актёр
переписал сообщение семье
стало стыдно кто я
показал сдохшие розы на мне
сразу видно
ты та
не читал пацанам глупым, районам
ведь хапанул там deep грязь

танцы забытым арканам
эти молитвы, что в ваннах
мелочь на днище фонтана
я собирал себе на ум только пользу и манну

манна
также вкусно потреблять, как макакам бананы
ты плачешь, кап-кап-кап, мне тебя жалко
all memories my cut, cut, cut, мне было жарко
каждый трек - это ломанный флоу, мне кажется, ты привыкнешь, однако

трогай своё тело
ты похож на немо
ama lost на глубине
смысл фильма интерстеллар
иду строго stepом
тяга только к сценам
ты читаешь грустно
в интернете пишут мемы

мой каждый разговор - дисс на проблемы
но кто бы я был без них всех
чем заполнял проблемы
много думаю, выпирает мозг, я чешу себе чело
велотреки так громко звенят, когда видят тело

мой изолят - это инструменты
3, 60, константа не заметна
подвалы мастерят, они безвредны
мои голоса хитрят, но они эстетны

/suki/

nemo

Título: Mi Faro - Mi Manantial

Un single cinemático de folktrónica oscura que mezcla rap glitch con guitarras eléctricas rugosas y batería rock en medio de una niebla synthwave lo‑fi. Pulsos de bajo modular retumban bajo un faro azotado por la tormenta, mientras versos hablados encienden estribillos de brasas rojo‑ámbar. Entre riffs distorsionados y golpes de bombo, la pista late con calidez y distopía: un corazón que se niega a apagarse.

Género: Folktrónica oscura / Rap glitch / Rock alternativo
Idioma: Español
Estilo: Rap poético · guitarras distorsionadas · batería cinemática · arpegios modulares · reverb fantasmal

«Eres la luz que no deja de brillar,
mi ruta en la niebla, mi faro al andar.»


𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙𝙨 · 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩 · 𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 — 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝟺𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝟺𝚝𝚑
© D4rkyfirefly — Verse is blood. Sound is sacred. All rights reserved.

Mi Faro - Mi Manantial

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

"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"

What's Your Price

“They’re Not Gods” by Cindered Heart delivers a brutal blend of industrial rap, dark rock, and lyrical defiance. Tackling corporate corruption, pharmaceutical lies, and systemic abuse, it’s a fearless anthem for the silenced — raw, unfiltered, and unapologetically real.

Lyrics

They made gods outta logos.
and catastrophes outta need.
Now all the T.V. news be fear.
and us ?
we just grab another beer..... WHAT ?

They gave corporations souls,
called ‘em people with rights.
Now pfizer’s more protected than a child’s last rites.
Insulin hikes while they roll cigars !
They bury the cure, then buy a luxury car.

We know Congress is paid, just to stay silent.
So while Lobbyists whisper, we outlaws stay vibrant !

Have to...

Remember Good ol Johnson & Johnson.
sold talc like faith. And when the lawsuits rose...
they just changed the name !

They knew the vax could do some damage,
Still signed it off—stacked truth in baggage.
Cut the checks with a smirk and package,
Scrubbed the scene—legal black magic.

Just savage.

Told the moms in court: “We owe no tax.”
“Your kid’s just data in pharma's tracks.”
Then they flew first-class, let the pain collapse,
Poured Scotch in Vale with the press on blast.

Justice blessed the dose, then ghosted facts.
Sold you death in designer slacks.
Docu-hype made the ratings stack—
No cuffs snapped... just blades in our backs.

Cindered heart ain’t your martyr !
They your ghost in recall .
every kid that OD’d
on every script they called lawful !

just think of the father
who buried his son.
And followed the trail
to a caviar run !

come on !

Harvard degrees with blood on their cuffs.
Moderna hit veins but the lawsuits get snuffed.
Oxy was truth, now it's branded as myth.
But watched your board toast to another lost kid !

They priced fixed survival,
then auctioned grief.
Sold hope in capsules
Then they get off Scott free.

Motherfuckers.

They fed us the pain
just to boost the trend.
Now wellness is apps.
and the healing’s, well....just pretend !

Government grins in a marble lair,
Signing deals while they auction care.
Red tape strangled in a Medicare snare,
Premiums rise, but they’re millionaires.

Agents dance in a claims ballet,
Deny the sick, then delay the pay.
Co-pays stacked in a death cliché,
While politicians reap on the sick buffet ! YEAH !

Courtrooms preach with a guilt veneer,
Truth’s a ghost in the gaze of fear.
They'll sell your fate by fiscal year,
Then jet off ina - private - Lear.

remember, Their not gods.
Their people with bank accounts, and a home address YEAH !

"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"

They're Not Gods

There’s a river‑beat echo under the blackout.
Ferryman’s Minute — paid with a ticking soul,
glitch‑scarred, ash‑stained, carved from vow and iron.
Cellos burn, guitars howl, drums break and flood.
This isn’t a song — it’s a crossing.
For those who still wait by the water… and listen.

✦ Language: English
✦ Style: Cinematic Rock/Metal · Glitch‑Textured Ballad · Ambient Rap‑Poem

Genre: Dark Alternative / Cinematic Metal / Glitch Rap

“I’ll buy us minutes from the iron shore with my ticking soul.”

𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙𝙨 · 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩 · 𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 — 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝟺𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝟺𝚝𝚑
© D4rkyfirefly — Verse is blood. Sound is sacred. All rights reserved.

Ferrymans Minute

This isn’t a track — it’s an uprising.
For the ones who lift their gaze… and change the line when the world tilts.

✦ Language: Spanish
✦ Style: Cinematic Rock/Metal · Glitch‑Textured Ballad · Ambient Rap‑Poem
🎼 Genre: Dark Rap / Cinematic Trap / Alternative Electronic

“Si el viento se rompe, lo vuelvo canción.”

𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙𝙨 · 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩 · 𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 — 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝟺𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝟺𝚝𝚑
© D4rkyfirefly — Verse is blood. Sound is sacred. All rights reserved.

Latidos de Cobre

Willi est. ca 2018

tearsortears

OUECH - (featuring Nazh'Rael)

Título: Di Mi Nombre — Luz de Hierro

Una balada de rock oscuro / glitch‑metal cinemático: barítono ibérico close‑miked al frente, susurros aéreos al fondo. Snares bitcrushed, bombo de hierro, theremin espectral, guitarras con armónicos fantasma, pulsos de bajo modular y destellos retro‑synth; el viento del desierto roza la mezcla mientras las cuerdas y el sub elevan el clímax. Verso confesional, rap poético preciso; estribillo de invocación: decir el nombre para no apagarse.

Género: Rock oscuro / Glitch‑Metal cinemático / Dark Pop
Idioma: Español
Estilo: barítono íntimo · susurros anchos · 808 profundo · guitarras reverberantes · theremin · bajo modular · cuerdas cinemáticas · saturación analógica

«Di mi nombre — no me apagues;
luz de hierro — sigo en tu sangre.»

𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙𝙨 · 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩 · 𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 — 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 4fterm4th
© D4rkyfirefly — Verse is blood. Sound is sacred. All rights reserved.

Di Mi Nombre

Título: Pulso al Filo — Manifiesto del Borde

Un single de glitch‑metal cinematográfico con pulso post‑rap y sombra folktrónica. Dueto español — barítono ibérico + susurros femeninos— sobre viento desértico, ghost harmonics, pulsos de bajo modular y capas de distorsión analógica. Guitarras slide lo‑fi, pads ambientales, cuerdas que crecen y una batería tensa levantan un estribillo‑gancho que no suelta. Verso confesional, rap poético de proximidad, energía de frontera y rito de resistencia: marcar el paso, cortar la niebla y no rendirse.

Género: Glitch‑metal cinematográfico / Folktrónica oscura / Post‑rap
Idioma: Español
Estilo: barítono íntimo · susurros anchos · bajo 808 profundo · guitarras en reverb con armónicos fantasma · slide lo‑fi · pads y cuerdas cinemáticas · texturas western · glitch sutil

«Pulso del camino — marco el destino;
rompe la niebla — vamos al filo.
Nada nos frena — yo no me rindo.»

𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙𝙨 · 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩 · 𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 — 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝟺𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝟺𝚝𝚑
© D4rkyfirefly — Verse is blood. Sound is sacred. All rights reserved.

Pulso Al Filo

Título: El Perfume del ¿Por Qué?

Una balada de dark rock / horror‑metal con alma de folktrónica oscura: dúo femenino (Softly / Row), susurros fantasma y guitarras con ghost harmonics sobre viento de desierto. Bajo profundo, bitcrushed snares y texturas glitch envuelven una historia de lazos rojos y negros, máscaras y preguntas que arden. Un estribillo hipnótico: el “porqué” como veneno y promesa, campanas en la sangre, tiempo encendido.

Género: Dark Rock / Glitch‑Metal / Folktrónica oscura
Idioma: Español
Estilo: Dúo femenino · rap poético · guitarras distorsionadas · pads cinemáticos · arpegios modulares

«El perfume del ¿por qué? — lazo rojo, lazo negro;
promesas que me atan… cuchillos en el pecho.»

𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙𝙨 · 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩 · 𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 — 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝟺𝙁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙼𝟺𝚃𝙷
© D4rkyfirefly — Verse is blood. Sound is sacred. All rights reserved.

El Perfume del ¿Por Qué?

❤️‍🔥 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 70K plays, 1.8K likes, 921 comments, and 750 reposts — 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, meach, 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.

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

All rights reserved © Cindered Heart 2024–2025

No style, no rules, no return.
Only frequencies that hit, basslines that possess,
textures ripped from the ether and beats stitched into flesh.

R.M

Me, Myself & I.
Living my gaming chronicle —
existential buoyancy pierced by delirium
inside a virtual asylum.

Poet. Soul on fire. Shadowwalker between three worlds.

I don’t write songs —
I write sound the way others write scripture.
Each track is a confession:
wrapped in piano,
burned by cello,
cut by rap.

I sing for the broken.
For the dreamers.
For the ones who stare into the night… and still believe.

My voice weaves through languages —
Spanish, English, Russian —
and across genres like a scar:
existential hip hop · rap · dark folk · neoclassical ballad · sacred spoken word · trap noir…

Dark beats. Cold truths. Sacred verses.
I take rap and lace it with cello screams and piano tears.
No lies. No filters.
Just blood and rhythm.

My tracks are diaries.
Rituals.
Decay in motion.

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