The Maze Runner   Nightmare

10 Sanctuary IV:Fujara I

"Rainy Nights Remembered Waltz No. 37 (Original Composition)” - A melancholic broken heart waltz that captures the essence of longing and nostalgia. Composed with a poignant melody that echoes the depths of my broken heart, this piece invites listeners to immerse themselves in its soothing yet sorrowful beauty. As a composer and countertenor, I’ve poured my emotions into this waltz, creating a hauntingly beautiful soundscape that resonates with the soul.

Detail: A Minor, 6/8-time, 90 BPM and A Minor, 2/4-time, 60 BPM

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Shadows Dance Alone (Original Waltzes Collection Vol.2)

Rainy Nights Remembered Waltz No. 37 (Original Composition)

With one single wish

In the magic of the lamp (Instrumental)

"Saturn" - Sleeping at Last
From the Space 2 EP
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Sleeping At Last - Saturn

Lay me down on
shores of the whitest sand
soft like that woman
with the fight of a thousand men

and if you hold the key
would you set me free?
if you hold the key
would you set me free?

I’m screaming to God
‘would you come and save
what you’ve either forgot
or you’re strengthening 
I’ve finally paid the toll
and it’s all open road
just trying to find a home
take me home’

Violet iris
and lilies in bloom for spring
enticing—the silence
a song that we all can sing

and if you hold the key
would you set me free?
if you hold the key
would you set me free?

I’m screaming to God
‘would you come and save
what you’ve either forgot
or you’re strengthening 
I’ve finally paid the toll
and it’s all open road
just trying to find a home
take me home’

We’re tired and changing
heartbeats are fading
our days are numbered
the clocks, they keep ticking
I’ve been deserted,
my feelings perverted
by a pissed off and ripped off machine cycle circus
when we look in the mirror
it shatters with shame
our faces are bloody 
and sour with distain
I have seen what you are
and  I have seen who I am
and  we are desperate, we’re desperate, we’re desperate
for home…
home….

lay me down on
shores of the whitest sand
soft like that woman
with the fight of a thousand men


SOUND OF AN ANGEL - By Peter Roe

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