Inspired by Robert E. Howard

Sword and Sorcery and Guitars!
Epée, Sorcellerie et Guitares!

Video clip: https://youtu.be/k2CvVBtacD8

Hall of Crom (video:  https://youtu.be/k2CvVBtacD8

"Loh Sheh Doon Dyarket Doom!" : a nice gibberish sung in the style of Carl Orff to evoke the mad necromancer who faces Kull in the writings of Robert Howard and especially to celebrate Halloween!

"Loh Sheh Doon Dyarket Doom!" : un joli charabia chanté dans le style de Carl Orff pour évoquer le nécromancien fou qui affronte Kull dans les écrit de Robert Howard et surtout pour fêter Halloween!

Clip video : https://youtu.be/X7nJJdJ_Rgg

Rise of Thulsa Doom (video:  https://youtu.be/X7nJJdJ_Rgg

Music & Production by Omelette of Mars
https://soundcloud.com/omeletteofmars

Watch the video, here! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q7D65bB0DwE

Read by Cosmic Keanu

Cimmeria
by Robert E. Howard

I remember
The dark woods, masking slopes of sombre hills;
The grey clouds' leaden everlasting arch;
The dusky streams that flowed without a sound,
And the lone winds that whispered down the passes.

Vista upon vista marching, hills on hills,
Slope beyond slope, each dark with sullen trees,
Our gaunt land lay. So when a man climbed up
A rugged peak and gazed, his shaded eye
Saw but the endless vista--hill on hill,
Slope beyond slope, each hooded like its brothers.

It was a gloomy land that seemed to hold
All winds and clouds and dreams that shun the sun,
With bare boughs rattling in the lonesome winds,
And the dark woodlands brooding over all,
Not even lightened by the rare dim sun
Which made squat shadows out of men; they called it
Cimmeria, land of Darkness and deep Night.

It was so long ago and far away
I have forgotten the very name men called me.
The axe and flint-tipped spear are like a dream,
And hunts and wars are like shadows. I recall
Only the stillness of that sombre land;
The clouds that piled forever on the hills,
The dimness of the everlasting woods.
Cimmeria, land of Darkness and the Night.

Oh, soul of mine, born out of shadowed hills,
To clouds and winds and ghosts that shun the sun,
How many deaths shall serve to break at last
This heritage which wraps me in the grey
Apparel of ghosts?  I search my heart and find
Cimmeria, land of Darkness and the Night.

Cimmeria (Omelette Of Mars & Cosmic Keanu) - VIDEO AVAILABLE

Robert E. Howard, the creator of Conan, Kull, Solomon Kane and other such characters is one of the founders of the Sword and Sorcery genre, the cornerstone of fantasy and had a short but incredibly intense life in terms of creative. In addition to his many short stories, he tried his hand more than once at writing poetry, most often dark and abupte like the rest of his texts. Cimmeria, the imaginary land that will become Conan's homeland, is first and foremost an evocation of the harsh landscape of the Cross Plains where the author has lived most of his life. 
The version with the text read by Cosmic Keanu can be heard here:
https://soundcloud.com/cosmic_keanu/cimmeria-omelette-of-mars-cosmic-keanu-1

Cimmeria (Instrumental version, Remastered)

Watch Omelette of Mars' amazing video adaptation, here!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sUyw6u4HzFk

Solomon Kane's Homecoming by Robert E. Howard

Music by Omellette of Mars
https://soundcloud.com/omelette2mars / https://soundcloud.com/omeletteofmars
 
Read by Cosmic Keanu

The white gulls wheeled above the cliffs,
the air was slashed with foam,
The long tides moaned along the strand
when Solomon Kane came home.
He walked in silence strange and dazed
through the little Devon town,
His gaze, like a ghost’s come back to life,
roamed up the streets and down.

The people followed wonderingly
to mark his spectral stare,
And in the tavern silently
they thronged about him there.
He heard as a man hears in a dream
the worn old rafters creak,
And Solomon lifted his drinking-jack
and spoke as a ghost might speak:

“There sat Sir Richard Grenville once;
in smoke and flame he passed,
“And we were one to fifty-three,
but we gave them blast for blast.
“From crimson dawn to crimson dawn,
we held the Dons at bay.
“The dead lay littered on our decks,
our masts were shot away.

“We beat them back with broken blades,
till crimson ran the tide;
“Death thundered in the cannon smoke
when Richard Grenville died.
“We should have blown her hull apart
and sunk beneath the Main.”
The people saw upon his wrists
the scars of the racks of Spain.

“Where is Bess?” said Solomon Kane.
“Woe that I caused her tears.”
“In the quiet churchyard by the sea
she has slept these seven years.”
The sea-wind moaned at the window-pane,
and Solomon bowed his head.
“Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
and the fairest fade,” he said.

His eyes were mystical deep pools
that drowned unearthly things,
And Solomon lifted up his head
and spoke of his wanderings.
“Mine eyes have looked on sorcery
in the dark and naked lands,
“Horror born of the jungle gloom
and death on the pathless sands.

“And I have known a deathless queen
in a city old as Death,
“Where towering pyramids of skulls
her glory witnesseth.
“Her kiss was like an adder’s fang,
with the sweetness Lilith had,
“And her red-eyed vassals howled for blood
in that City of the Mad.

“And I have slain a vampire shape
that sucked a black king white,
“And I have roamed through grisly hills
where dead men walked at night.
“And I have seen heads fall like fruit
in the slaver’s barracoon,
“And I have seen winged demons fly
all naked in the moon.

“My feet are weary of wandering
and age comes on apace;
“I fain would dwell in Devon now,
forever in my place.”
The howling of the ocean pack
came whistling down the gale,
And Solomon Kane threw up his head
like a hound that snuffs a trail.

A-down the wind like a running pack
the hounds of the ocean bayed,
And Solomon Kane rose up again
and girt his Spanish blade.
In his strange cold eyes a vagrant gleam
grew wayward and blind and bright,
And Solomon put the people by
and went into the night.

A wild moon rode the wild white clouds,
the waves in white crests flowed,
When Solomon Kane went forth again
and no man knew his road.
They glimpsed him etched against the moon,
where clouds on hilltop thinned;
They heard an eery echoed call
that whistled down the wind.

Video

Solomon Kane's Homecoming by Robert E. Howard (Omelette of Mars & Cosmic Keanu) VIDEO AVAILABLE

Be excellent to each other!

"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places."
--Ephesians 6:12

"Now may our Lord Jesus Christ Himself and God our Father, who has loved us and given us eternal comfort and good hope by grace, comfort and strengthen your hearts in every good work and word."
--Thessalonians 2:16

Enter through the narrow gate. 
For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.
--Matthew 7:13-14

For am I now seeking the favor of people, or of God? Or am I striving to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a bond-servant of Christ.
-- Galatians 1:10

"No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon."
--Matthew 6:24

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