Virtual orchestration of an excerpt from the soundtrack of Ravenloft: Strahd's Possession

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Ravenloft - Strahd's Possession Excerpt - Orchestration

DoomTower

I look up prick in the dictionary, 
It's something like thorn wounds from a Bush,
And eight years later we gave him a push,
Maybe we should take a look at the books.
How to react to the common fact,
That maybe what's next might be the same?
And they say it's the people who are to blame,
When it's the politicians who put us to shame.
Well it's just me;

Living my life not hurting anyone,
Or anything that I see.
But you're always looking down on me.
I do what I'm told, a puppet hanging on a string.
Leave me alone, leave alone
Just let me be.
But you insist on screwing me.

I felt like they felt in history,
The same old thing as sixty-nine,
And they tell me "don't worry it will all be fine."
But their fucking pockets are deeper than mine.
They try to cover our eyes and ears,
Putting those filters on TV.
Censoring what we hear and what we see,
When they're all teeming with disease.

Living my life not hurting anyone,
Or anything that I see.
But you're always looking down on me.
I do what I'm told, a puppet hanging on a string.
Leave me alone, leave alone
Just let me be.
But you insist on screwing me.

Living my life not hurting anyone,
Or anything that I see.
But you're always looking down on me.
I do what I'm told, a puppet hanging on a string.
Leave me alone, leave alone
Just let me be.
But you insist on screwing me.

Spit-Single

Spit

One song from an EP coming out in early December.

The Demon

Introspection from a
dead reflection through a
shattered prism

faced deception
from a poor intention
causes war's invention

separated sides
entangled by the flowing lies

more distraction from a
corporate bedlam
so much wretched tension

death's confession
in a new religion
full of second guessing

distance has decided
how much room our shadows have to hide

forcing all our time
into categories of the mind

riding on the tide
the ending matters if we tried
debating our own lives
to an empty adversaries eyes
left lonely with our missing gods
and a solitary picket line
begging for a love that's blind
never satisfied with
what we find

Bogota

'Walord' is the DEBUT EP from us here at White Wall. This EP contains 7 large-scale orchestral pieces from composers Matthew Adam & Stephen Hewitt.

The EP contains re-mastered versions of existing tracks as well as brand new ones! This is the first time these tracks have been offered in their original high-quality format. If you are a fan of Epic / Trailer music this is definitely for you. We're offering this EP as a 'Pay What You Want' download so head over to the Bandcamp page to pick up your copy now!

DoomTower

JasonSRoy