Despair

idleness

Chase

Awareness

Hike

A young boy dreams of becoming a valant knight.

The Knight's Valour

Swordplay club in Northampton creates community through ancient weaponry
Twice weekly, First Churches of Northampton is filled with the sounds of clanging swords.


(Verse 1)
In Northampton town where the old church stands,
The First Churches hall with its ancient plans,
Twice a week when the evening's near,
The swords come out and the heartbeats cheer.
With sabers and rapiers, longswords in hand,
The clash of the blades makes a joyful band.

(Chorus)
Swords clang, oh swords clang,
In Lyman Parish Hall where the steel does bang.
From olden days to the modern throng,
We dance with blades in a warrior's song.

(Verse 2)
Ken Mondschein leads with a historian's grace,
A salt-and-pepper smile on his weathered face.
With a bandana bold and a scholar's wit,
He teaches the art where the brave ones fit.
From French bâton to the steel's sharp gleam,
We train with care in a swordsman's dream.

(Chorus)
Swords clang, oh swords clang,
In Lyman Parish Hall where the steel does bang.
From olden days to the modern throng,
We dance with blades in a warrior's song.

(Verse 3)
Cyrus Yau leaves the hospital's strain,
To fence with friends and ease his pain.
Jessica Gee tosses gloves with flair,
While Bryan Larkin drills through the air.
Menachem and Vigdís, they spar with might,
In the Neo-Gothic hall by the candlelight.

(Bridge)
Oh, it's not just fightin', it's a thinker's game,
Like chess with swords, no two moves the same.
With pool noodle blades and a circle of love,
We welcome all ‘neath the stars above.
No hate in our hall, just the nerds' delight,
With bad puns flyin' through the candlelit night.

(Chorus)
Swords clang, oh swords clang,
In Lyman Parish Hall where the steel does bang.
From olden days to the modern throng,
We dance with blades in a warrior's song.

(Verse 4)
The swords are blunt, and the gear is thick,
But the heart of the fight is what makes it tick.
From '80s tunes to the spadone's swing,
The past comes alive as the steel blades sing.
For ten to twenty-five, come join the fray,
At MHS, where the brave ones play.

(Outro)
So come to Northampton, where the old church calls,
Where history lives in the parish halls.
With laughter and steel, we're a welcoming crew,
The swords may clang, but the heart shines through.
Be brave, be bold, let your fears take wing,
Join Massachusetts swords, and let freedom ring!

(Chorus)
Swords clang, oh swords clang,
In Lyman Parish Hall where the steel does bang.
From olden days to the modern throng,
We dance with blades in a warrior's song.

Swords Clang

Fate between two worlds, a marionette's anthem

Cruelty Ensues...

Im Up Freestyle (prod.hinh)

I hope you will enjoy "Stormblade" ! This is the first track I've produced in quite some time without using samples. It reminds me of my early days in computer-assisted music.

I would like to thank @underbellybeats for teaching me about Ableton and helping me produce this track with his advice!

Stormblade

French artist, 29 yo.
French Touch / Vaporwave / Future Funk lover.
Enjoy my music as much as i had producing it !

I am Liki Smerti, a shadow untold,
A singer of darkness, a heart made of cold.
I walk through the ruins where silence still weeps,
I carry the secrets the graveyard keeps.

My words are the ashes, my songs are the flame,
Experiments twisted, but never the same.
Each rhythm’s a dagger, each verse is a scar,
I summon the night from a place afar.

I am no prophet, but whispers obey,
The echoes of sorrow that rot and decay.
A ballad of shadows, a hymn to the dead,
The roses turn black where my footsteps have bled.

In flowers of ruin, my spirit shall hide,
A phantom of music where darkness collides.
I am Liki Smerti, remember the name,
A riddle, a curse, and a spark in the flame.

Я — Лики Смерти, я — тень без имен,
Я — певчий мрака, я — сердце как лёд.
Брожу средь руин, где молчит тишина,
Храню я секреты, что держит могила.

Мои слова — пепел, мой голос — огонь,
Эксперименты, но с вечной ценой.
Мой ритм — это клинок, мой стих — это шрам,
Я ночь призываю из дальних программ.

Я не пророк, но мне шепчет мрак,
Эхо печали, гниющий мрак.
Баллада теней, гимн павшим в пыли,
Розы чернеют там, где я прошёл пути.

В цветах разрушенья мой дух будет спать,
Фантом из музыки в тьме обитать.
Я — Лики Смерти, запомни мой след,
Я — тайна, я — проклятие, я — искра и свет.

Sweet Songs is an independent record label specializing in roots and electronic music

Professional software developer. Amateur composer, photographer, chef. (Note I am not the other Geoffrey Falk in Toronto who writes music. That's Geoffrey David Falk, who often goes by just "Geoffrey Falk.")

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