"They eventually barred him from his equipment laden domicile for the good of the village. He himself was sent away to be locked up in the King's dungeon. This was the catalyst in our misfortune, for Raleigh escaped, making his way back to his derelict tower. In his anger at having been betrayed, he released a horror of unimaginable terror... and raw power. God help us all." ~ Friar Ulric.

Aside from the drums this was entirely produced with my MicroKorg.

RAW POWER

"The tiny island is said to have hosted over 160,000 infected souls living out their final days and hours there—so many that there are whispers that 50 percent of the soil consists of human remains. Recently, mass graves have been found on the nearby islands of Lazaretto Nuovo and Lazzaretto Vecchio containing the remains of thousands of plague victims." ~ Atlas Obscura.

POVEGLIA

"The whole earth was of one language, and of one speech. And it came to pass, as they journeyed from the east, that they found a plain in the land of Šin'âr, and they dwelt there. And they said one to another, "Come, let us make bricks and burn them thoroughly." And they had brick for stone, and slime had they for mortar. And they said, "Come, let us build us a city and a tower whose top may reach unto heaven; and let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth."

A stab at some more traditional Dungeon Synth.

Aside from the drums samples, this track was recorded entirely with the Yamaha DX Reface.

Background voices sample from Freesound.org.

Etemanenki

ETEMENANKI

"He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all." ~ The Masque of the Red Death, Edgar Allan Poe.

The Masque of the Red Death

THE MASK OF THE RED DEATH

"But these other apartments were densely crowded, and in them beat feverishly the heart of life. And the revel went whirlingly on, until at length there commenced the sounding of midnight upon the clock. And then the music ceased, as I have told; and the evolutions of the waltzers were quieted; and there was an uneasy cessation of all things as before. But now there were twelve strokes to be sounded by the bell of the clock; and thus it happened, perhaps, that more of thought crept, with more of time, into the meditations of the thoughtful among those who revelled. And thus, too, it happened, perhaps, that before the last echoes of the last chime had utterly sunk into silence, there were many individuals in the crowd who had found leisure to become aware of the presence of a masked figure which had arrested the attention of no single individual before. And the rumor of this new presence having spread itself whisperingly around, there arose at length from the whole company a buzz, or murmur, expressive of disapprobation and surprise -- then, finally, of terror, of horror, and of disgust." ~ The Masque of the Red Death, Edgar Allan Poe.

Opera samples courtesy of freesound.org

The Ebony Clock

THE EBONY CLOCK

THE "Red Death" had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal -- the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress and termination of the disease, were the incidents of half an hour.

But the Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his castellated abbeys. This was an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation of the prince's own eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and massy hammers and welded the bolts. They resolved to leave means neither of ingress or egress to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from within. The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the courtiers might bid defiance to contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the meantime it was folly to grieve, or to think. The prince had provided all the appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were improvisatori, there were ballet-dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine. All these and security were within. Without was the "Red Death." ~ The Masque of the Red Death, Edgar Allan Poe.

FLIGHT FROM THE RED DEATH / WELD THE GATES

The Misfits cover played during my final October Crimson Cross with added leads. Nothing too fancy. I might of taken some liberties with the melodies.

PLAGUE MOMENTS

The second track in a series of traditional low-fi Dungeon Synth recordings I have been creating everyday as practice.

With the aid of my Korg SQ-1 sequencer to simulate the crank, I turned my MS20 Mini into an electronic medieval symphonia. Holy Grail reverb was used. Aside from some stereo processing and a touch of digital delay this track was recorded and produced in one pass.

Symphonia Of Ruination

"No one knows exactly where he obtained that cursed staff. While many believe he pilfered the artifact from Raleigh the Mad's long abandoned tower, others believe he forged it himself. One can only speculate at the malice that would drive someone to create such a object..." ~ High Priest of the Emerald Völva.

A low-fi experiment with combining various drones produced by the Korg MS20 Mini.

Staff Of The Raven's Eye

Beyond the blasted mountain peaks of the Mountains Of Metal. Beyond the endless Seas of Kourg. Picking through the ruins of the once great ancient cities of the Neon Lords stalks a mysterious being. He is the sole servant of sickness. Called the PLAGUE RAT, he scurries among the Sonic Kingdoms leaving nothing but death behind him in his endless travels. 

Those who hear the siren's song of the PLAGUE RAT are at least offered the panacea of facing oblivion, after experiencing the true excess life can offer. Giving in to every whim... every hunger and every desire fulfilled. Will you join the choir of the hedonistic dead? Will you add your final death rattle to his eternal choir? One can never know for certain when his time will end. At least your demise may be in the presence of one who knows death so intimately as to make the introduction shared between old friends.

A project of Replicant Rat.

PLAGUE RAT {Official}