God this goes crazy thank you Naktigonis all the music you make goes crazy 

Can't hear this over having my ass one-combo'd by a galeseeker for the 5 billionth time, 4/10

And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

( - Percy Bysshe Shelley, 'Ozymandias')

In Starstruck Sands

And Caesar’s spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch’s voice
Cry “Havoc!” and let slip the dogs of war,
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.

( - William Shakespeare, 'Julius Caesar', Act III, Scene I)

Cry 'Havoc!'

The winter breeze begins to blow,
It carries gently falling snow.
The first of many winter moons
Shines brightly as the card'nal croons.
The charming bird now sings alone
A lullaby for snow and stone.

( - Naktigonis, 'A Snowy Night / All Was Well')

A Waltz Of Snow And Knights

We're workers of Summer Company,
That fortress of smoke and steel!
For guns we forge and bullets make,
Leave fire in our wake -
We work for the Summer Company!

The Isle of Summer marks our home -
Our fortress of smoke and steel!
The bellows roar and anvils ring,
We serve no lord or king -
Except for the isle that marks our home!

( - Naktigonis, 'The Summer Company Song')

Of Smoke And Steel

the field-mouse at the falcon ruby-eyed shall leap
and tear with claws apart its feathers and its wings,

the stray gazelle, wild-eyed and fanged, shall hunt its fear-elected king -
the dread-maned lion, - in a petty feast;

the rabbit now shall turn to beast,
blood-starved, with fire in its eyes,
it stalks the fox, in wait of time to strike.

( - Naktigonis - 'Our Book')

Thrill Of The Hunt

What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone [...].

( - John Keats, 'Ode on a Grecian Urn')

The Sun, Gleaming

voiceless scream and empty power,
hollow courage, timeless hour.
toothless maw and clawless beast,
feast upon a god deceased.

( - Naktigonis, 'but i, but i, but i')

Of Labours, Veiled

in a well-pool of time -
where all memories drown, -
i now lie, clinging on to the fragile,
fleeting whispers of light.

( - Naktigonis, 'Stagnant')

The Trappings Of A Lord

They will be wearing the colours of home, colours that have not yet been. [...]
They will not walk at your side because you ask, but because you have asked.
They will be with you until the end. They will seem to know when that is, to the hour.

( - Fallen London, 'The Pale League of Irem' storylet)

Dancing Steps Of War

Inbound Rhythm

five, two, three, eleven -
order slowly loses grip!
resound the
battle drums of chaos,
shackle-breaking rhythms set us fighting.

( - Naktigonis, 'Lullaby of Chaos')
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to those impatient for the fruits of growth, a punishment of bitterness and dearth.
to those who steadfast wait for harvest-tide, a feast of plenitude within the earth!

To Fight, Sanguine

i make music and suck at videogames 

currently working on the OST for Deepwoken, a Monad Studios game! B)

commissions currently closed! 

any inquiries? contact me here, on twitter (@Naktigonis), or via my business email, tenebrousgravelord@gmail.com

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