My Immortal.

Trust me.

Lestat`s Sonata - For Claudia

Cocaine Bubbles

Ryo & Yume - Kyozou no Kami (Amadeus cover)

Rette Mich (a capella version)

Eien No Space Cowboy

Me singing Ailein Duinn, a lament written by Annag Chaimbeul in or around 1788 for her fiancé, Ailean Moireasdan when he died at sea. Lyrics below in Gaelic:

Gura mise tha fo éislean
Moch sa mhaduinn is mi g'éirigh
Ò hì shiùbhlainn leat

Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì
Hì ri bhò hò rinn o ho
Ailein Duinn, ò hì shiùbhlainn leat

Ma 's e 'n cluasag dhuit a ghaineamh
Ma 's e leabaidh dhut an gheamainn
Ò hì shiùbhlainn leat

Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì
Hì ri bhò hò rinn o ho
Ailein Duinn, ò hì shiùbhlainn leat

Ma 's e 'n t-iasg do choinlean geala
Ma 's e na ròin do luchd-faire
Ò hì shiùbhlainn leat

Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì
Hì ri bhò hò rinn o ho
Ailein Duinn, ò hì shiùbhlainn leat


Dh'òlainn deoch ge b' oil le càch e
De dh'fhuil do choim 's tu 'n déidh do bhathadh
Ò hì shiùbhlainn leat

Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì
Hì ri bhò hò rinn o ho
Ailein Duinn, ò hì shiùbhlainn leat

Ailein Duinn (A Cappella Cover)

Here it is, dearies. I finally recorded a cover Skye Boat Song, for the Outlander fans. :)

Skye Boat Song (Outlander theme Cover)

My late-night cover of The Hanging Tree, from Mockingjay: Part 1, because it's been stuck in my head for nearly three weeks. :)

The Hanging Tree (Cover)

My rendition of Deep in the Meadow; also known as Rue's Lullaby, from The Hunger Games films. The film version only has one verse, this is the complete song.

Rue's Lullaby (Deep in the Meadow) - A Cappella Cover


A`hem...  But, allow me to introduce myself, anyway.

Je suis le vampire, Lestat ...

Some, choose to refer to me as "The Brat Prince". Imagine that. ^^

I`m immortal. More or less.
The light of the sun, the sustained heat of an intense fire.
These things might destroy me. But then again, they may not.

I've been on this pathetic Earth for centuries.
And believe me, one becomes relatively BORED after a while.
I am constantly on the look out for new ways to amuse myself.

(yawn)

Seems that everyone else had one of these ridiculous things.
And with an ego like mine, I REFUSE to be the last literary character without one.
At least now, I can't lose my diary to groups of idiotic supernatural psychologists.
The internet is also the utmost way to advertise my glorious being.

So here, I am.

Ah, Lestat. (grin) Prince, Victorian gentleman, rock-star, and immortal father. I have been many things, cheris.

Worship the beauty of The Brat Prince ~ as I, have arrived.

I myself combine the best of vampiric youth and old age. Only two hundred and some years old, I have been for various reasons granted the strength of the ancients. I have a modern sensibility but a dead aristocrat's impeccable taste. I know exactly who I am. I am rich. I am beautiful. I can see my reflection in mirrors. And in shop windows. I love to sing and to dance.

What do I do? ~ Anything, that I please. ~

Think about it... Is it enough to make you want to read my story?

Have you perhaps read my stories of the vampires before?

Here's the catch: it doesn't matter here that I'm a vampire. It is not central to the tale. It's just a given, like my innocent smile and soft, purring French-accented voice and graceful way of sauntering down the street. It comes with the package. But what happened here could have happened to a human being; indeed, it surely has happened to humans, and it will happen to them again. We have souls, you and I.

We want to know things; we share the same earth, rich and verdant and fraught with perils. We don't either of us know what it means to die, no matter what we might say to the contrary. It's a cinch that if we did, I wouldn't be writing and you wouldn't be reading this page.
What does matter very much, as we go into this story together, is that I have set for myself the task of being a herb in this world. I maintain myself as morally complex, spiritually tough, and aesthetically relevant a being of blazing insight and impact, a guy with things to say to, you!


So if you read this, read it for that reason that I am talking again, that I am frightened, that I am searching desperately for the lesson, and for the song, and for the raison d'etre, that I want to understand my own story and I want you to understand it, and that it is the very best story I have right now to tell.

If that's not enough, go read something else... 

Your friend, in Darkness and in Light.
Lestat de Lioncourt.

Lestat`s Sonata - For Claudia

Lestat DLCT

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