Eldritch Dreams is a concept album drawn from the dream-visions and nightmares of H. P. Lovecraft. Across thirteen tracks, it begins with fragile memories of beauty before drifting into the uncanny. Each step leads deeper: haunted lakes, forgotten rituals, and cities whose brilliance hides decay. Forbidden knowledge sparks like a flame, then burns into madness, widening toward alien gulfs and ancient curses.

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Eldritch Dreams

Underneath the Void is a Lovecraft-inspired concept album that tracks a world’s descent from the coming of the Messenger to the silence beneath Azathoth. Thirteen songs move from whispered sermons and winter rites to cities collapsing, reality tearing, and the threshold of the Black Pyramid. It's a passage into realms of forbidden knowledge, where sanity falters and voices from the abyss whisper truths never meant for human ears. At its end, even music cannot hold back the void.

Underneath the Void

Sources:

Editors - Munich
Clint Mansell feat. Kronos Quartet - Deluxed (Delerium Remix)
Timo Maas feat. Brian Molko - First Day (General Midi Remix)
The Crystal Method - Keep Hope Alive
Bella Morte - Autumn
How To Destroy Angels - A Drowning

Bynar - One Day In Munich (Editors vs. Clint Mansell vs. Timo Maas)

Sources:

Marilyn Manson - This Is The New Shit (Acapella)
The Prodigy - Run With The Wolves
Mindless Self Indulgence - Shut Me Up (VNV Nation 1200 XL Mix)

Check out the video by Boris Bolo here: https://archive.org/details/BynarShutUpAndRun/Bynar+-+Shut+Up+And+Run.mpg

Bynar - Shut Up And Run (Marilyn Manson vs. The Prodigy vs. Mindless Self Indulgence)

Sources:

Interpol - Obstacle 1
The XX - Intro (Deep Focus Remix)
Freestylers - Cracks (Flux Pavilion Remix)
Arctic Monkeys - Crying Lightning (Aems Dubstep Remix)

Bynar - Cracked Obstacle (Interpol vs. The XX vs. Freestylers vs. Arctic Monkeys)

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's poem "Festival", which was published in Weird Tales, 8, No. 6 (December 1926), 846 as “Yule Horror”.

Lyrics:

There is snow on the ground,
And the valleys are cold,
And a midnight profound
Blackly squats over the wold;
But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of
feastings unhallowed and old.

There is death in the clouds,
There is fear in the night,
For the dead in their shrouds
Hail the sun's turning flight.
And chant wild in the woods as they dance
round a Yule-altar fungous and white.

To no gale of Earth's kind
Sways the forest of oak,
Where the thick boughs entwined
By mad mistletoes choke,
For these powers are the powers of the dark,
from the crypts of the lost Druid-folk.

There is death in the clouds,
There is fear in the night,
For the dead in their shrouds
Hail the sun's turning flight.
And chant wild in the woods as they dance
round a Yule-altar fungous and white.

To no gale 
To no gale of Earth's kind
Sways the forest of oak,
Where the thick boughs entwined
By mad mistletoes choke,
For these powers are the powers of the dark,
from the crypts of the lost Druid-folk.

To no gale of Earth's kind
Sways the forest of oak,
Where the thick boughs entwined
By mad mistletoes choke,
For these powers are the powers of the dark,
from the graves of the lost Druid-folk.

Midnight Rites

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's poem "A Garden", which was published in The Vagrant, Spring 1927.

Lyrics:

There's an ancient, ancient garden that I see sometimes in dreams,
Where the very Maytime sunlight plays and glows with spectral gleams;
Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms seem to wither into grey,
And the crumbling walls and pillars waken thoughts of yesterday.

There are vines in nooks and crannies, and there's moss about the pool,
And the tangled weedy thicket chokes the arbor dark and cool:
In the silent sunken pathways springs a herbage sparse and spare,
Where the musty scent of dead things dulls the fragrance of the air.

There is not a living creature in the lonely space around,
And the hedge-encompass'd quiet never echoes to a sound.
As I walk, and wait, and listen, I will often seek to find
When it was I knew that garden in an age long left behind;

There is not a living creature in the lonely space around,
And the hedge-encompass'd quiet never echoes to a sound.
As I walk, and wait, and listen, I will often seek to find
When it was I knew that garden in an age long left behind;

I will oft conjure a vision of a day that is no more,
As I gaze upon the grey, grey scenes I feel I knew before.
Then a sadness settles o'er me, and a tremor seems to start—
the garden is my heart.

The garden is my heart.
The garden is my heart.
The garden is my heart.

Garden of the Heart

Garden Of The Heart

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's poem "The Nightmare Lake", which was published in The Vagrant, December 1919.

Lyrics:

There is a lake in distant Zan,
Beyond the wonted haunts of man,
Where broods alone in a hideous state
A spirit dead and desolate;
A spirit ancient and unholy,
Heavy with fearsome melancholy,
Which from the waters dull and dense
Draws vapors cursed with pestilence.

Around the banks, a mire of clay,
Sprawl things offensive in decay,
And curious birds that reach that shore
Are seen by mortals nevermore.
Here shines by day the searing sun
On glassy wastes beheld by none,
And here by night pale moonbeams flow
Into the deeps that yawn below.

Around the banks, a mire of clay,
Sprawl things offensive in decay,
And curious birds that reach that shore
Are seen by mortals nevermore.
Here shines by day the searing sun
On glassy wastes beheld by none,
And here by night pale moonbeams flow
The shadows of a voiceless race.

In nightmares only is it told
What scenes beneath those beams unfold;
What scenes, too old for human sight,
Lie sunken there in endless night;
Lizards and snakes convuls'd and dying;
Ravens and vampires putrefying;
For in those depths there only pace
The shadows of a voiceless race.

In nightmares only is it told
What scenes beneath those beams unfold;
What scenes, too old for human sight,
Lie sunken there in endless night;
Round slimy sepulchres that lay
Beside a never-travell'd way.
For in those depths there only pace
The shadows of a voiceless race.

For in those depths there only pace
The shadows of a voiceless race.
For in those depths there only pace
The shadows of a voiceless race.

The Nightmare Lake

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's poem "Unda; or, The Bride of the Sea", which was published in The Providence Amateur, February 1916.

Lyrics:
Black loom the crags of the uplands behind me,
Dark are the sands of the far-stretching shore.
Dim are the pathways and rocks that remind me
Sadly of years in the lost Nevermore.

Soft laps the ocean on wave-polish'd boulder,
Sweet is the sound and familiar to me;
Here, with her head gently bent to my shoulder,
Walk'd I with Unda, the Bride of the Sea.

Bright was the morn of my youth when I met her,
Sweet as the breeze that blew o'er the brine.
Swift was I captur'd in Love's strongest fetter,
Glad to be here, and she glad to be mine.

Never a question ask'd I where she wander'd,
Never a question ask'd she of my birth:
Happy as children, we thought not nor ponder'd,
Glad of the bounty of ocean and earth.

Once when the moonlight play’d soft ’mid the billows,
High on the cliff o’er the waters we stood,
Bound was her hair with a garland of willows,
Pluck’d by the fount in the bird-haunted wood.

Coldly she left me, astonish'd and weeping,
Standing alone 'mid the legions she bless'd:
Down, ever downward, half gliding, half creeping,
Stole the sweet Unda in oceanward quest.

Calm grew the sea, and tumultuous beating
Turn'd to a ripple as Unda the fair
Trod the wet sands in affectionate greeting,
Beckon'd to me, and no longer was there!

Bride of the Sea

Bride Of The Sea

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's poem "Festival", which was published in Weird Tales, 8, No. 6 (December 1926), 846 as “Yule Horror”.

Lyrics:

There is snow on the ground,
And the valleys are cold,
And a midnight profound
Blackly squats over the wold;
But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of
feastings unhallowed and old.

There is dread in the clouds,
There is fear in the night,
For the gone in their shrouds
Hail the sun's turning flight.
And chant wild in the woods as they dance
round a Yule-altar fungous and white.

To no gale of Earth's kind
Sways the forest of oak,
Where the thick boughs entwined
By mad mistletoes choke,
For these powers are the powers of the dark,
from the graves of the lost Druid-folk.

To no gale of Earth's kind
Sways the forest of oak,
Where the thick boughs entwined
By mad mistletoes choke,
For these powers are the powers of the dark,
from the graves of the lost Druid-folk.

And mayst thou to such deeds
Be an abbot and priest,
Singing cannibal greeds
At each devil-wrought feast,
And to all the incredulous world
showing dimly the sign of the beast.

To no gale of Earth's kind
Sways the forest of oak,
Where the thick boughs entwined
By mad mistletoes choke,
For these powers are the powers of the dark,
from the graves of the lost Druid-folk.

Yule Horror

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's poem "The Cats", which was published in A Winter Wish, Whispers Press, Chapel Hill, NC, 1977.

Lyrics:

Babels of blocks to the high heavens towering
Flames of futility swirling below;
Poisonous fungi in brick and stone flowering,
Lanterns that shudder and death-lights that glow.

Black monstrous bridges across oily rivers,
Cobwebs of cable to nameless things spun;
Catacomb deeps whose dank chaos delivers
Streams of live foetor that rots in the sun.

Colour and splendour, disease and decaying,
Shrieking and ringing and scrambling insane,
Rabbles exotic to stranger-gods praying,
Jumbles of odor that stifle the brain.

Legions of cats from the alleys nocturnal.
Howling and lean in the glare of the moon,
Screaming the future with mouthings infernal,
Yelling the burden of Pluto's red rune.

Tall towers and pyramids ivy'd and crumbling,
Bats that swoop low in the weed-cumber'd streets;
Bleak Arkham bridges o'er rivers whose rumbling
Joins with no voice as the thick horde retreats.

Legions of cats from the alleys nocturnal.
Howling and lean in the glare of the moon,
Screaming the future with mouthings infernal,
Yelling the burden of Pluto's red rune.

Belfries that buckle against the moon totter,
Caverns whose mouths are by mosses effac'd,
And living to answer the wind and the water,
Only the lean cats that howl in the waste!

Cats of the Moon

Cats Of The Moon

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's poem "The City", which was published in The Vagrant, October 1919

Lyrics:

It was golden and splendid,
That City of light;
A vision suspended
In deeps of the night;
A region of wonder and glory,
whose temples were marble and white.

More lovely than Zion
It shone in the sky
When the beams of Orion
Beclouded my eye,
Bringing sleep that was filled with dim mem'ries
of moments obscure and gone by.

In that city effulgent
No mortal I saw,
But my fancy, indulgent
To memory's law,
Linger'd long on the forms in the plazas,
and eyed their stone features with awe.

I fann'd the faint ember
That glow'd in my mind,
And strove to remember
The aeons behind;
To rove thro' infinity freely,
and visit the past unconfin'd.

In that city effulgent
No mortal I saw,
But my fancy, indulgent
To memory's law,
Linger'd long on the forms in the plazas,
and eyed their stone features with awe.

Then the horrible warning
Upon my soul sped
Like the ominous morning
That rises in red,
And in panic I flew from the knowledge
of terrors forgotten and dead.

City of Light

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's poem "Ode to Selene or Diana", which was published as "To Selene" in The Tryout, April 1919.

Lyrics:

Immortal Moon, in maiden dream the shine;
Dispense thy beams, divine Latona's child.
Thy silver rays all grosser things define,
And hide harsh Truth in sweet illusion mild.

In thy soft light, the city of unrest
That stands so squalid in thy brother's glare,
Throws off its habit, and in silence blest,
Becomes a vision, sparkling bright and fair.

The modern world, with all its care and pain
The smoky streets, the loathsome clanging mills,
Face 'neath thy beams, Selene, and again
We dream as shepherds.

The modern world, with all its care and pain
The smoky streets, the loathsome clanging mills,
Face 'neath thy beams, Selene, and again
We dream as shepherds on Chaldea's hills.

Take heed, Diana, of my humble plea;
Convey me where my happiness can last,
Draw me against the tide of Time's rough sea,
And let my spirit rest amidst the past.

The modern world, with all its care and pain
The smoky streets, the loathsome clanging mills,
Face 'neath thy beams, Selene, and again
We dream as shepherds on Chaldea's hills.

Immortal Moon, Immortal Moon
Immortal Moon, Immortal Moon

Immortal Moon

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's "Psychopompos: A Tale in Rhyme”, which was published in Vagrant, No. 10 (October 1919), 13–22.

Lyrics:

I am He who howls in the night,
I am He who moans in the snow,
I am He who hath never seen light,
I am He who mounts from below.

Alone at midnight by the river’s side,
With aspect uncouth, where shadows hide,
The rustics cross’d themselves in fear,
But none could say what brought me here.

My car is the car of Death,
My wings are the wings of dread,
My breath is the north wind’s breath,
My prey are the cold and the dead.

In old Auvergne, they would say my name,
Whispered fears of what I became,
Alone at midnight by the river’s side,
My shadow lurking where the light has died.

My car is the car of Death,
My wings are the wings of dread,
My breath is the north wind’s breath,
My prey are the cold and the dead.

I fear no light, I call the cold,
I walk the lands where no life holds,
In the frozen snow, I take my throne,
In silence, I reap what I own.

My car is the car of Death,
My wings are the wings of dread,
My breath is the north wind’s breath,
My prey are the cold and the dead.

Wings of Dread

Wings Of Dread

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's "Despair", which was published in Pine Cones, 1, No. 4 (June 1919), 13.

Lyrics:

Over the moorlands crying,
Through the cypress sighing,
Hellish forms with streaming hair.
In the branches creaking,
Stagnant pools still speaking,
Damn’d demons of despair.

Once I half remember,
Before the skies grew cold,
Quench’d my youth’s ember,
Once, the skies were bold.
But now I’ve learned it’s fleeting,
All of it just lies,
Drowsy Dis is beating
With madness in my eyes.

The stream of Time keeps flowing,
Torment in half-knowing,
Past the cliffs and lea.
Voyagers, repining,
Death-fires ever shining,
Drifting helpless to the sea.

Once I half remember,
Before the skies grew cold,
Quench’d my youth’s ember,
Once, the skies were bold.
But now I’ve learned it’s fleeting,
All of it just lies,
Drowsy Dis is beating
With madness in my eyes.

Evil wings are beating,
Vultures at the spirit eating,
Black against the sky.
Bygone shades are fading,
Fiends of sadness waiting,
Madness never dies.

And now I half remember,
The skies that once were bold.
Drowsy Dis is creeping,
Cold winds grip my soul.
The end is ever nearing,
Madness in my sight,
Sweet Oblivion is calling,
In the dead of night.

Oblivion's Call

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's short story "Nyarlathotep", which was published in The United Amateur vol. 20, no. 2 (November 1920): 19–21.

Lyrics:

He came from the sands, from the ruins untold,
His voice like thunder, his stare ice-cold.
Through cities he wandered, through whispers of dread,
The prophets fell silent, the old gods fled.
No king would defy him, no sage could explain,
The world stood trembling, bound by his name.

The darkness gathered where he walked unseen,
His laughter an echo in visions obscene.
The stars grew pale, the air grew thin,
And time stood frozen where he had been.
A veil was lifted, the blind could see,
But all they found was misery.

Nyarlathotep, bringer of night,
Master of horrors, harbinger blight.
He speaks and the heavens crumble in pain,
No dawn shall rise, no light remain.
Dreams fall silent, shadows wake,
The world will shatter, the soul will break.

The people gathered, drawn like flies,
To witness the horror behind his eyes.
Machines of wonder, lights so bright,
But deep inside, they knew no light.

The winds grew silent, the ground grew cold,
The sky hung lifeless, black and old.
What they saw none dare repeat,
A vision of ruin, a fate complete.
He smiled and darkness took their breath,
A world awake in endless death.

Nyarlathotep, bringer of night,
Master of horrors, harbinger blight.
He speaks and the heavens crumble in pain,
No dawn shall rise, no light remain.
Dreams fall silent, shadows wake,
The world will shatter, the soul will break.

The stars align, the earth will break,
No dream will hold, no soul escape.
The desert winds will sing his name,
A world consumed in endless flame.
The sands run red, the cities fall,
And he will stand above them all.

He walks unseen through shadowed streets,
A whisper deep where silence sleeps.
His voice still lingers, sharp as knives,
A curse that waits in waking lives.
And though we wake, though time goes on,
The dream he left is never gone…

Nyarlathotep, bringer of night,
Master of horrors, harbinger blight.

Bringer Of Night

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's short story "Nyarlathotep", which was published in The United Amateur vol. 20, no. 2 (November 1920): 19–21.

Lyrics:

He stood before them, gaunt and tall,
A voice like echoes from worlds that fall.
His hands wove visions, dark and vast,
Of futures drowned in shadows cast.

The fire dimmed, the air stood still,
A silent force imposed its will.
Their thoughts unravelled, lost in haze,
Trapped within his endless gaze.

Prophet of ruin, whisperer vile,
We walk his path in cursed exile.
No dawn remains, no past recalled,
The light is lost, the world enthralled.

He showed them fires that burnt the sky,
Machines that hummed with lifeless sighs.
A world undone, a truth laid bare,
No god would heed, no soul would care.

The winds stood still, the earth grew weak,
The flesh unmade, the stars did speak.
A thousand eyes within the haze,
A name unuttered, lost in waves.

Prophet of ruin, whisperer vile,
We walk his path in cursed exile.
No dawn remains, no past recalled,
The light is lost, the world enthralled.

No chains were forged, no bonds were made,
Yet none could turn, nor look away.
His voice remained, though he was gone,
A song of dusk, an endless dawn.

Their hollow eyes, their vacant cries,
Still haunt the winds in cursed sighs.
His sermon lingers, carved in stone,
A ruin sung, a fate unknown.

Prophet of ruin, whisperer vile,
We walk his path in cursed exile.
The void has spoken, the dream is done,
The crawling chaos reigns as one.

Prophet of Ruin

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's short story "Nyarlathotep", which was published in The United Amateur vol. 20, no. 2 (November 1920): 19–21.

Lyrics:

The towers twist, the bridges break,
The streets alive with fear and quake.
A thousand voices cry in vain,
Lost in the fire, drowned in rain.

The walls collapse, the skyline bends,
No dawn will rise, no night descends.
Echoes shatter, footsteps fade,
Lost in the chaos man has made.

Mirrors crack in empty halls,
Time distorts behind the walls.
Neon flickers, wires hum,
A world forgets what it’s become.

The walls collapse, the skyline bends,
No dawn will rise, no night descends.
Echoes shatter, footsteps fade,
Lost in the chaos man has made.

The ground gives way, the rivers rise,
The stars collapse in hollow cries.
Madness pulses through the stone,
No one left, yet none alone.

Cities of madness, streets of despair,
Truth lies broken in poisoned air.
The windows shatter, the voices wail,
The world is ending, frail and pale.

Ash falls gently, cold and white,
A hush before eternal night.
No footprints left upon the stone,
The cities stand, yet none are home.

No Dawn Will Rise

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's short story "Nyarlathotep", which was published in The United Amateur vol. 20, no. 2 (November 1920): 19–21.

Lyrics:

The streets lay silent, the air stood still,
Their hollow eyes had lost all will.
They walked as one, yet none could see,
Bound by a fate they could not flee.

Through dust and ruin, they took their place,
No fear, no sorrow on each pale face.
A path unseen, a course unknown,
Each footstep fell like sinking stone.

Marching on, through hollow streets,
Flesh undone, their hearts deceived.
No past, no pain, no soul to save,
No death to find, no rest, no grave.
They walk, they move, yet none remain,
Lost to the dark, lost to his name.

A whisper rose, yet none could hear,
The sound of silence, sharp and clear.
No bonds were forged, no chains were tied,
Yet still they marched, eyes open wide.

Marching on, through hollow streets,
Flesh undone, their hearts deceived.
No past, no pain, no soul to save,
No death to find, no rest, no grave.
They walk, they move, yet none remain,
Lost to the dark, lost to his name.

Marching on, through hollow streets,
Flesh undone, their hearts deceived.
One by one, they fade from sight,
Swallowed whole by endless night.

No sun to rise, no stars to see,
No path to turn, no way to flee.
One by one, they fade from sight,
Swallowed whole by endless night.

No Rest, No Grave

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's short story "Nyarlathotep", which was published in The United Amateur vol. 20, no. 2 (November 1920): 19–21.

Lyrics:

Through endless dunes and ash-filled air,
The blackened sky, a gaze that stares.
A monolith from times unknown,
The pyramid where shadows groan.

I heard it call across the sand,
A whisper clawed from death’s own hand.
The wind stood still, the stars erased,
And darkness swallowed light in haste.

The Black Pyramid, where shadows breathe,
Where truth and death entwine and seethe.
Its doors agape, a maw of night,
A threshold wrapped in endless fright.

The ancient stones alive with screams,
The echoes clawing through my dreams.
A shape that loomed against the sky,
A gate where mortals come to die.

The stones pulsate, they hum, they moan,
A monument of flesh and bone.
The world stands still, the air grows thin,
The dark where dreams and death begin.

The Black Pyramid, where shadows breathe,
Where truth and death entwine and seethe.
Its doors agape, a maw of night,
A threshold wrapped in endless fright.

The Black Pyramid, where shadows breathe,
Its doors agape, and none may leave.
A step remains, the veil is torn,
To know the dark, and be reborn.

Where Shadows Breathe

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's short story "Nyarlathotep", which was published in The United Amateur vol. 20, no. 2 (November 1920): 19–21.

Lyrics:

The streets dissolved beneath our feet,
The towers gone, the skies incomplete.
We moved as one, yet none could say
What path we took, what price we’d pay.

The moon burned green, the lights fell low,
The earth gave way where shadows flow.
No voice remained, no stars aligned,
Just hollow roads and shattered minds.

Into the rift, beyond the veil,
No voice remains to speak, to wail.
No turning back, no ground to stand,
Drawn ever down by unseen hands.

I watched them fall, one by one,
Down choked canals where rivers run.
Their hollow cries dissolved in binds,
No names remain, no tethered minds.

Into the rift, beyond the veil,
No voice remains to speak, to wail.
No turning back, no ground to stand,
Drawn ever down by unseen hands.

We slipped through cracks where time had bled,
Where silence screamed and reason fled.
The air grew thin, the ground turned wide,
And thought itself began to slide.

Their eyes were wide, yet saw no light,
Reflections warped by endless night.
Each step they took dissolved the day,
And pulled us into lightless grey.

A trembling light, a breath held tight,
No mercy found in endless night.
The walls collapse, the dream unwinds,
What waits beyond defies all minds.

The snow swept black, the sky stood still,
I moved alone, obeyed its will.
Into the rift, I drift, I fall,
No self remains - just void, just all.


Into The Rift

Inspired by H.P. Lovecraft's Cthulhu Mythos.

Lyrics:

In chambers vast where no light wakes,
The blind one sleeps and reason breaks.
No gods remain, no stars obey,
The centre holds in black decay.

The piping flutes, a soundless scream,
The void behind the waking dream.
No mind can grasp what coils below,
Where chaos spins and horrors grow.

Azathoth sleeps, the silence swells,
Beyond all thought, beyond all hells.
No prayer can reach, no soul can flee,
The blind mad god that dreams the sea.

Around him dance the idiot stars,
Dead suns entombed in skin and scars.
No time, no shape, no form, no breath,
The heart that beats the pulse of death.

No throne, no voice, no name, no past,
Only the spiral, spinning fast.
And if he stirs all worlds unwind,
Unravelled by a dreamless mind.

Azathoth sleeps, the silence swells,
Beyond all thought, beyond all hells.
No prayer can reach, no soul can flee,
The blind mad god that dreams the sea.

A swirl of dust, a scream unheard,
A thought unformed, a truth unstirred.
The veil is thin, the dark is wide,
And nothing lives on either side.

A swirl of dust, a scream unheard,
A thought unformed, a truth unstirred.
The veil is thin, the dark is wide,
And nothing lives on either side.

The song goes on, though none still play,
And thought dissolves in yawning grey.
The dream is dust, the stars are gone,
And still the silence echoes on.


Azathoth Sleeps

Sources:

Bloc Party - The Prayer (Acapella / Album version / Break And Silent Witness Remix)
The Cure - A Forest (Tree Mix / Damien Lertora Remix)
Ror-Shak - A Forest / (Original / Returbulence Remix)
The Prodigy - Music Reach (1/2/3/4)

Bynar - A Prayer In The Forest (Bloc Party vs. The Cure vs. Ror-Shak)

Sources:

The Hacker feat. Perspects - Flesh & Bones
Muse - Map Of The Problematique
The Glove - The Orgy
Franz & Shape - Take Off
Black Strobe - Shining Bright Star
Baxendale - I Built This City (Michael Mayer Mix)
Depeche Mode - World In My Eyes (Cicada Remix)
samples from "Star Trek IV"

Bynar - Flesh of The Problematique (The Hacker vs. Muse vs. The Glove)

Inspired by H.P. Lovecraft's short story "The Music of Erich Zann". Written in December 1921, it was first published in National Amateur, March 1922.

Lyrics

I searched for the street, but I never returned,
The Rue d’ Auseil, where the shadows still burned.
The houses were leaning, the windows were blind,
And strange was the music that haunted my mind.

The old man was silent, his fingers were frail,
Yet all of his bowing told more than a tale.
No song of the earth, no measure or key,
But music that opened the void unto me.

The viol screams, the darkness calls,
The shutter shakes, the window falls.
Beyond the wall, no city stands,
Only the void in endless lands.
The wind breaks in, the candles die,
A nameless sound consumes the sky.
No mortal song can drown its breath,
The music fights the hands of death.

The candles grew dim, and the night-wind was loud,
It carried his papers away like a shroud.
I reached for the window, expecting the flame,
But chaos unending was all that remained.

The viol screams, the darkness calls,
The shutter shakes, the window falls.
Beyond the wall, no city stands,
Only the void in endless lands.
The wind breaks in, the candles die,
A nameless sound consumes the sky.
No mortal song can drown its breath,
The music fights the hands of death.

The night became deeper, the silence was torn,
By music that battled what should not be born.
The stars had no meaning, the sky had no ground,
The void was alive with unbearable sound.

His bow kept on moving though he was long dead,
The glass in his eyes showed the madness he fled.
The viol kept screaming, though breath was no more,
A dirge for the gateway no man should explore.

The viol screams, the darkness calls,
The shutter shakes, the window falls.
Beyond the wall, no city stands,
Only the void in endless lands.
The wind breaks in, the candles die,
A nameless sound consumes the sky.
No mortal song can drown its breath,
The music fights the hands of death.

The Viol Screams

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's sequence of 36 sonnets "Fungi from Yuggoth", which was published complete in Beyond the Wall of Sleep (Sauk City, Wisconsin: Arkham House, 1943, 395–407). Most of the sonnets were written between 27 December 1929 – 4 January 1930; thereafter individual sonnets appeared in Weird Tales and other genre magazines.

Lyrics:

I found the book in shadowed dust, where no sane hand should pry,
Its pages breathed with burning words and stars that never die.
I fled through alleys drenched in fog, the tome pressed to my chest,
The skies grew warped, the stones alive, as terror stole my rest.

Whispers from Yuggoth, where the black stars gleam,
Calling through the silence of a broken dream.
Underneath the void, where no gods remain,
We are bound to knowledge wrapped in death and pain.

An altar rose through dreaming fog, with shapes too strange to name,
The daemon called from out the void, and I, in madness, came.
Through gulfs where ancient forces stir, he led my soul in flight,
And showed the death behind the stars, the end beyond all light.

Whispers from Yuggoth, where the black stars gleam,
Calling through the silence of a broken dream.
Underneath the void, where no gods remain,
We are bound to knowledge wrapped in death and pain.

Whispers from Yuggoth, where the black stars gleam,
Calling through the silence of a broken dream.
Underneath the void, where no gods remain,
We are bound to knowledge wrapped in death and pain.

He walked through fire and whispering voids where ancient empires fell,
A thousand voices cried through him, like echoes out of hell.
He showed the stars beyond the stars, then tore the veil apart,
And left the world in silent ash, with madness in its heart. 

Based on H.P. Lovecraft's poem "Hallowe'en in a Suburb", which was published as "In a Suburb" in The National Amateur, March 1926.

Lyrics:

The steeples are white in the wild moonlight,
And the trees have a silver glare;
Past the chimneys high see the vampires fly,
And the harpies of upper air,
That flutter and laugh and stare.

For the village dead to the moon outspread
Never shone in the sunset's gleam,
But grew out of the deep that the dead years keep
Where the rivers of madness stream
Down the gulfs to a pit of dream.

Not a breath of the strange grey gods of change
That tore from the past its own
Can quicken this hour, when a spectral power
Spreads sleep o'er the cosmic throne,
And looses the vast unknown.

So here again stretch the vale and plain
That moons long-forgotten saw,
And the dead leap gay in the pallid ray,
Sprung out of the tomb's black maw
To shake all the world with awe.

And all that the morn shall greet forlorn,
The ugliness and the pest
Of rows where thick rise the stones and brick,
Shall some day be with the rest,
And brood with the shades unblest.

So here again stretch the vale and plain
That moons long-forgotten saw,
And the dead leap gay in the pallid ray,
Sprung out of the tomb's black maw
To shake all the world with awe.

And the ghouls of the churchyard wail
For harvests that fly and fail.
For new and old alike in the fold
Of horror and death are penn’d,
For the hounds of Time to rend.

Spectral Power

Based on "Annabel Lee", the last poem Edgar Allan Poe completed. Written in 1849 and published shortly after his death, it remains one of his most haunting works on love and loss.

Lyrics:

It was many and many a year ago, 
In a kingdom by the sea, 
That a maiden there lived whom you may know 
By the name of Annabel Lee; 
And this maiden she lived with no other thought 
Than to love and be loved by me. 

She was a child and I was a child
In this kingdom by the sea, 
But we loved with a love that was more than love, 
I and my Annabel Lee; 
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven 
Coveted her and me. 

And this was the reason that, long ago, 
In the kingdom by the sea, 
A wind blew out of a cloud by night, 
chilling my Annabel Lee; 
So that her highborn kinsmen came 
And bore her away from me, 
To shut her up in a sepulchre 
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, 
Went envying her and me; 
Yes! - that was the reason (as all men know, 
In this kingdom by the sea) 
That the wind came out of the cloud one night, 
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love 
Of those who were older than we, 
Of many far wiser than we,
And neither the angels in Heaven above 
Nor the demons down under the sea 
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul 
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. 

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams 
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes 
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side 
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride, 
In her sepulchre there by the sea, 
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Annabel Lee
Annabel Lee
Annabel Lee
Annabel Lee

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams 
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes 
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side 
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride, 
In her sepulchre there by the sea, 
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Annabel Lee
Annabel Lee
Annabel Lee
Annabel Lee


Annabel Lee

Sources:

UNKLE - Eye For An Eye (Album version / Force Mass Motion Remix / Tai Mix)
Hybrid - Empire
MOBY - Mulholland
Nine Inch Nails - The Day The World Went Away
samples from "The Thin Red Line"

Bynar - Mulholland Empire (UNKLE vs. Hybrid vs. MOBY)

Sources:

Hans Zimmer - The Thin Red Line OST
UNKLE – Eye For An Eye (Album version / Force Mass Motion Remix / Tai Mix)
Hybrid – Empire
MOBY – Mulholland
Dead Can Dance – Anywhere Out of the World
Nine Inch Nails – The Day The World Went Away

Bynar - Mulholland Empire (Dark Mix) (UNKLE vs. Dead Can Dance vs. Hybrid vs. MOBY)

Sources

Depeche Mode - Personal Jesus
Benny Benassi feat. Gary Go - Cinema (Skrillex Remix)
New Order - Someone Like You (Original / Murdok Remix)
The Human League - Blind Youth
Kordan - Grax
Gabriel & Dresden feat. Jan Burton - Dangerous Power (Discount Rhinos Acapella) 
Ian Brown - F.E.A.R. (UNKLE Instrumental)
Bloc Party - Hunting For Witches (Acapella)
Baxter - Fading
New Order - Waiting For The Siren's Call
Sulpher - Fear Me

Bynar - Someone Like Jesus (Depeche Mode vs. New Order vs. Skrillex vs. The Human League)

Sources:

IAMX - Nightlife (Acapella)
Heretics - Waves
Deine Lakaien - Where You Are (VNV Nation Remix)
Paradise Lost - Say Just Words
Schiller feat. Heppner - Leben... I Feel You
Rack 'N' Ruin - Dazed & Confused (Skism Baroque Out Remix)

Bynar - Dazed By The Waves (IAMX vs. Heretics vs. Deine Lakaien vs. Paradise Lost)

Sources:

The Sisters Of Mercy - Dominion / Mother Russia
Sweet Light - Abusator (Black Strobe Remix)
samples from "V For Vendetta"

Bynar - Abuse The Dominion (The Sisters Of Mercy vs. Sweet Light)

Sources:
  
The Cure - A Forest (DIY acappella / Acoustic)
British Sea Power - A Forest
Mylo - Paris Four Hundred (Aswefall Remix)

Bynar - A Forest In Paris (The Cure vs. Mylo vs. British Sea Power)

Sources

KoRn - Coming Undone (Acapella)
Nine Inch Nails - The Wretched
Dr. Cryptic - Be Kind (DungeonStep)
Mt Eden - Sierra Leone (Getter Remix)
VNV Nation - After Fire (Storm Version)
The Great Hand - The Wretched (Nine Inch Nails cover)
Gary Numan - Dead Heaven
Gary Numan - Dominion Day
Nine Inch Nails - 37 Ghosts
UNKLE - Money And Run

Bynar - Wretched Kind (KoRn vs. Nine Inch Nails vs. Dr Cryptic vs. Mt. Eden vs. VNV Nation)

Download link: http://www.mediafire.com/?r35ey6ffe1nuv7x

Sources:

Muse - Knights Of Cydonia (Album version / Future Funk Squad Remix)
Vitamin Strings Quartet - Knights Of Cydonia
Calvin Harris - Acceptable In The Eighties (Tom Neville Remix)
UNKLE feat. Ian Brown - Reign (Acapella)
Orbital - Doctor?
David Holmes - No Man's Land
Archive - Le Mans

Bynar - Reigning Knights of No Man's Land (Muse vs. UNKLE vs. Calvin Harris vs. Orbital)

Sources:

Metallica - Master Of Puppets (Acapella)
The Sisters Of Mercy - Lucretia My Reflection
Sisters Of Mixing - New Cretia
Nine Inch Nails - Survivalism (Instrumental)
Düse - Nackig

Bynar - Reflection of Puppets (Metallica vs. The Sisters Of Mercy vs. Nine Inch Nails)

Sources:
      
R.E.M. - Orange Crush
Editors - Orange Crush
Freeland - Best Fish Tacos In Esplenada
samples from "The Hunt For Red October", "Star Trek" and "The X-Files"

Bynar - The Hunt For Orange Tacos (R.E.M. vs. Editors vs. Freeland)

Sources:

Linkin Park feat. Jay-Z - Numb/Encore (Acapella)
Linkin Park - Numb (Dark Skies Remix)
Gabriel & Dresden feat. Jan Burton - Dangerous Power (Cicada Dub / Cicada Radio Edit)

Bynar - Dangerously Numb (Linkin Park vs. Gabriel & Dresden)

Sources:

Editors - You Don't Know Love (Acapella)
Conjure One feat. Sinéad O'Connor - Tears From The Moon (Hybrid Remix)
Fluke - Reeferendrum
Editors - Camera (JXL Remix)
Go Go Charlton - Sexually Speaking
Hadouken! - Turn The Lights Out


Bynar - You Don't Know Tears (Editors vs. Conjure One feat. Sinéad O'Connor vs. Fluke)

Bynar is a music producer and DJ exploring the darker edges of post-punk, indie rock, goth, and electronic music. He has released two concept albums (Eldritch Dreams and Underneath the Void) reimagining the cosmic horror of H. P. Lovecraft through a modern post-punk lens.

He also curates the Indie Disco podcast, showcasing indie, post-punk, shoegaze, new wave, and dark alternative music.

More at www.djbynar.com
Podcasts, radio shows, and DJ sets: www.mixcloud.com/bynar

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