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After Infinity

Jeremy J. Saks - After Infinity

Weary from years of battle, the last living knight heads home to an uncertain future. His life is a rare and fascinating tale of power, betrayl and love. Having been away for so long, he is unsure about his family, his friends or even if his home still exists. He must keep moving toward his destiny as The Last Knight.

The Last Knight

THE LAST KNIGHT

Epic, Cinematic and Orchestral Music
Picture from Oanarinaldi
Franck C Production
Music by Franck Charles ©
ASCAP
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJQniHr1FfY

Destiny

Surpass

When Vangelis passed away, something in me passed away too. That night I've done this impro overwhelmed by emptyness, using some of his sounds.

Shadow of Vangelis

Diamond and Betrayal

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The Ghost Sonata

Never—no, never—could they have imagined it.
That an encounter with an extraterrestrial civilization might come to pass. Yes, the probability existed. But it seemed so infinitesimal, so distant, that it belonged more to dream than to calculation. Humanity lifted its gaze to the stars, convinced that if such a day ever arrived, it would be written in the heavens.

And yet…

The worst nightmare took shape.
Yes, a civilization existed—alien, monstrous, and all too real.
The encounter came, but not where we expected.

No… not in the firmament.
Not in the frozen infinity of space.

But beneath our feet.
Beneath the Earth’s crust.

It was there we found them.
A swarming immensity, ancient and foul. The air reeked of damp stone and rotting flesh; the ground quivered beneath the innumerable stirrings of their bodies. In the dark resounded the chittering of their limbs, the wet rasp of their breath, the obscene scraping of flesh against stone. Even the most battle-hardened souls felt their minds split, for to gaze upon those shapes—nameless, writhing, obscene—was to stand at the very threshold of madness.

And this discovery… tolled the death knell of mankind.

For we then understood that we had never been the masters of this world.
That our empires, our religions, our sciences were but fragile ornaments resting upon a treacherous surface.
Since ages older than ocean and mountain, beneath the weight of stone and fire, the true sovereigns had slumbered. Their memory already haunted our myths: Hades, Tartarus, the underworld—forebodings repressed, disguised as legend.

We were but a fleeting dream, an illusion of autonomy.
And already, in the bowels of the earth, something stirs.
The true masters awaken.
Their hour is not to come—
it has come.


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Jamais, non jamais, ils n’auraient pu l’imaginer. Qu’une rencontre avec une civilisation extraterrestre puisse advenir — certes, la probabilité existait. Mais elle paraissait si infime, si lointaine, qu’elle relevait davantage du songe que du calcul. L’humanité levait les yeux vers les étoiles, persuadée que si ce jour devait survenir, il serait écrit dans le ciel. Et pourtant… Le pire cauchemar prit corps. Oui, une civilisation existait — étrangère, monstrueuse, et bien réelle. La rencontre eut lieu, mais pas là où nous l’attendions. Non… pas dans le firmament. Pas dans l’infinité glaciale de l’espace. Mais sous nos pieds. Sous la croûte terrestre. C’est là que nous les découvrîmes. Une immensité grouillante, ancienne et fétide. L’air empestait la pierre moite et la chair en décomposition ; le sol vibrait sous le fourmillement innombrable de leurs corps. Dans l’obscurité résonnaient le cliquetis de leurs membres, le râle visqueux de leur respiration, le frottement immonde de chairs contre la roche. Même les âmes les plus aguerries sentirent leur esprit se fendre, car contempler ces formes — innommables, grouillantes, obscènes — revenait à marcher au seuil même de la folie. Et cette découverte… sonnait le glas de l’humanité. Car nous comprîmes alors que nous n’avions jamais été les maîtres de ce monde. Que nos empires, nos religions, nos sciences n’étaient que des ornements fragiles posés sur une surface trompeuse. Depuis des ères plus anciennes que l’océan et la montagne, sous le poids de la pierre et du feu, les véritables souverains sommeillaient. Leur souvenir rôdait déjà dans nos mythes : Hadès, le Tartare, les enfers — autant de pressentiments refoulés que nous avions déguisés en légendes. Nous n’étions qu’un rêve fugace, une illusion d’autonomie. Et déjà, dans les entrailles de la terre, quelque chose remue. Les véritables maîtres s’éveillent. Leur heure n’est pas à venir — elle est venue.

The Hour of the Depths

Music for movie 1

Il fascino infinito di ATLANTIDE, l'isola perduta che ancora oggi suscita interesse e curiosità tenendo viva la mitologia. Buon ascolto a tutti voi amici.

The infinite charm of ATLANTIS, the lost island that still arouses interest and curiosity today, keeping mythology alive. Happy listening to all of you friends.

LOST ATLANTIS

An inner awakening of my feelings, a new beginning after the loss of a good mountain companion over a year ago.
Ein innerer Aufbruch meiner Gefühle, ein Neustart, nach dem Verlust eines guten Bergkameraden vor über einem Jahr.

Relaunch

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HELICOPTER MAYHEM by JOHN MURPHY

From the soundtrack to the film "28 Weeks Later"

Out now on iTunes, Amazon MP3 and Digital Stores.

HELICOPTER MAYHEM

Music I did for an incredible stage performance for the Attitude Awards in New Zealand. It was a haka (traditional war dance) specially written for a group of men performing in wheelchairs. Some of it translates to:

We are chiefs
Emerging from the dark
Challenging the world
Showing them what we have
With our body and mind
We are as one
With our strength and Speed
We are Warriors
Beware!

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