My first attempt at a full song. Made with iPad, Guitar and Piano. 

Sinking (demo)

The next instalment of Sinking. 

This will lead in to a dark doomy passage. The decent to the bottom.

Sinking (pt. 2 of 3)

Distant (in progress)

Ruins (updated)

Eidolon pt. 1

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At The Behest Of Your Darkness (instrumental version, demo)

Los Ramblas - song by Timothy Masih & Anthony Manning-Franklin
Lyrics, Drums, Mixing by Anthony, Guitar and Effects by Tim.

She wanders closely through the night.
Holding tight to every shadow, out of light 
Her steps are brisk. Her feet are bare.
They tell of a girl without care
They tell of a girl who can raise you high
And break you down when your time is nigh
In swamp and mud she warms your blood
Between murk and muck,
she’ll take you
Between her thighs,
a heavenly fuck

To Love this girl
Has been many mans folly
For she knows no bounds within her heart
That is to say, If she should have one at all.

But the time has come. 
When into the darkness dares
A man with broken hearts like broken wears
A man, who cares
Passion flares in his wake like a comet trailed
But he hears not the cries of hearts he breaks
For his gaze is fixed in search
Seeking one to rend his soul asunder

Dressed in black and hair of the devil
He found her among the most entrancing evil
Her nails long she tore his flesh
His hands strong he gripped her neck.
As she cried in tormented pleasure
He said unto her
There is no hell
There is not God
There is no life beyond this shore
There is no one else but me
We are the centre of reality

My love you will know no retribution 
But I need you here for my execution
I have sinned not by any God
But for the one that lives within my heart

Into the void I must venture
But with your kiss I shall die a king
Between your legs I die a God

She gazed deep into his eyes
Like open doors her soul allowed to enter
For the first time she really knew a man
Yet she could not refuse his madman's plan

A fire grew within her soul.
Warmth like she never knew / Her heart sang a howling song
She ran her hands upon his brow
And when seed prepared to take
She wrapped reed above his nape
With tearful fury she bound it tight
And as precious life did part
She knew, 
she had betrayed her very heart

But within infertile ground a seed did take
And by nine moons life, love that woman did make

Desolate Altar