caindo pra cima

JungleKittyxBicep-Glue(BeaTrainMix)(Drumandbass)

言霊｜日本の響き
This track offers a truly unique musical experience, a fusion of ancient Japanese spirit and futuristic soundscapes. Immerse yourself in its mystical and energetic atmosphere, woven from powerful tribal percussion and vibrant synthesizer melodies. It's a journey that transcends time, where timeless echoes meet contemporary beats, designed to resonate deep within you.

序破急 Tribal Neo

KOTO DROPS & TAIKO RESONANCE

33 Thanks in 30 seconds

Thanks to verse
Thanks to trees.
Thanks universe and bees.
Thanks to dogs and cats and ants
Thanks to shoes and socks and pants
Thanks to books and pens and paper
Thanks love and light, all nature
Thanks Dear Earth
Thanks Mum and Dad
Thanks to myself
Less screen
Less fad
Thanks to music, words and wise
Thanks to ears, nose mouth and eyes
Thanks to hands
Thanks to feet
Thanks to heart
Thanks nice to meet

33 Thanks (30 Second Song)

J U I C Y

Gateway substance

Mesmerismus

God Talk🗣

This fierce dubstep track blends the haunting lyricism of Edgar Allan Poe with modern glitch and bass—featuring twisted spoken word, drops that scream madness, and echoes from the grave. "Blood on the Quill" by Cindered Heart is a gothic dream in digital destruction.

Lyrics 

I dread the events of the future, not in themselves, but in their results.
I shudder at the thought of any, even the most trivial, incident
which may operate upon this intolerable agitation of the soul.
I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger—
except in its absolute effect.
In terror.

I feel that the period will sooner or later arrive
when I must abandon life and reason all together.

All that we see or seem
is but a dream within a dream.
A dream within a dream.

I was never really insane
except upon occasions
when my heart was touched,
and woe, it’s been so far and few.

But the silence was unbroken,
and the stillness gave no token,
and the only word there spoken
was the whispered word—
Lenore.

I heed not that my earthly lot
hath little of Earth in it—
that years of love have been forgot
in the hatred of a minute.
I mourn not that the desolate
are happier, sweet, than I,
but that you sorrow for my fate
who am a passer-by.

Blood on the quill, teeth on the page,
raven’s cry now births the rage.
Dreams decay in a glass-lit room,
tap-tap-tapping from your tomb...

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Blood on the Quill

Convergence

Pleasure

Music is therapy! 





I just enjoy music,please don't waste my time trying to convince me to buy followers!!!!

Gateway substance

Jongle