Things that I have written, more in the classical vein of things.

Traditional & Orchestral

We are creators
Imitators of a perfect world
Sculpt pretty people
Demons evil, in static flight

And when the clay is in
The real show begins
We turn the fires into life

We have the vision
skill based fission
then we recombine
Inflection to invention
build it, to reach the sky

For planets in our reach
Cheat death temporary
Until the supernova lights

And we all have our own
That we pour from our souls
Hope that begins to breathe
Else we bleed

sets us apart from the machine

And the oils of our lamps
Burn at both ends of our hands
Paint with fire, build with blood
Will you remember me?

Put two fingers on the pulse
Turn volume up to ten
Save emotion for the climax
Feed your expectations once
twice, only then it starves
Makes things a little interesting

Dodge perfection with respect
Hold your values to your chest
Watch me do it my own way

Put your idols on the fire
Melt them down into wire
Sew it into everything

And we all have our own
That we pour from our souls
Hope that begins to breathe
Else we bleed

And the oils of our lamps
Burn at both ends of our hands
Paint with fire, build with blood
Will you remember me?

Will you cherish me? 



Creators

Swan Song

Descent and delirium
The fever dream grips us so hard
Can't awake...

The world abandoned us for the others
Feel like everything's dead
Again

Forty leagues beneath the graves of brothers
 
Once more
I spit in your eye, 
to clean away the soil 

Look at the iron son
Amplifying terror of the terrible ones
Raining fire and hell
On your children (Think of the children!)

Look at the iron gun
Aiming at the innocent, or at the flood?
Will you give in to fear, or
Lay your arms down?

Define a field with a single blossom
Is it a flower or a weed? Nobody knows...
And do they care?

With open arms, the maiden beckons
Oceans of fire, rabid mistrust,
Secrets laid out so bare
What's there to hide?

Shadows of the altars have tainted all your lives

Once more
You spit in our eyes
And bury us in soil

Is it an unfamiliar face,
Do you see murder in those eyes?

Chased by vitriol
Douse them in burning oil
They can't feel it anyway

Look at the iron son
Amplifying terror of the terrible ones
Raining fire and hell
On your children (Think of the children)

Look at the iron gun
Aiming at the innocent, or at the flood?
Will you give in to fear, or
Lay your arms down? 

Fever Dream

Aggresso

Expiation

Fireice

Sensuous

An exploration of the time signature (9/4) that I tend to think in, but have difficulty with writing in.

Composed within approximately one week during my spare time.

Expiation

Diffracted