My rescore of the Doctor Who special, Voyage of the Damned, which was originally released on October 22nd, 2021.

An Old Tradition

Prod by ‪@808marcob‬
BPM - 130
Free with credit : prod. 808marco, tell me if u use it i will repost it ;)
Sample : Ideals - Ramon Tavernier

[FREE] FEMTOGO TYPE BEAT - DEAD ANGEL

WardCore - Follow me

I will speak O Israel.
I will testify against you.
I am God your God.
Not for your sacrifices I rebuke you.

                Your burnt offerings continue
                Though I have no need for bulls and goats.
                The cattle on a thousand hills
                Is mine and all that moves within.

Make sacrifices of thanksgiving!
Perform your vows to the Most High God.
Call upon me in the day of trouble.
I will deliver you and you shall glorify me.

                But to the wicked God now says:
                What right have you to speak my words?
                You speak against your brother’s name
                And think that I approve of you.

Mark this then you who forget God,
Lest there be none to deliver you.
Offer the sacrifice of thanksgiving,
order your way rightly,
and I will show you my salvation!


Psalm 50 - I Will Speak O Israel

Lyrics:

Roots are binding my nerves, there’s a grind in my head.
Do not call me by name — that name leaves me bled.
‘Neath the hill where the crow cries with no salutation,
I lie torn like the scraps of a drunk revelation.

R-rip open my chest, just to know what I bore in the dark:
There’s no heart in that place — only one burning mark...

I sang the stepmother Night's lullaby on my knees,
They threw salt and syringa under my teeth.
Now the deaf little villages dance on my bones —
No more children, nor prayers, nor human tones...

What did you do to the house where my mother once dwelled?!
I returned — found it hollow. Just legions unquelled.
(In my belly, my skull, and the well’s reflection)
I can’t drink... sky is searing... my rite’s imperfection...

A demon emerged from me — but he was my core.
Together we drank from the ground like a slit, like a sore.
He whispered: “You’re not a wanderer — you’re ash, torn and broken.
But if you remember your song — the world will be woken.”

Ay-ay-ay! My name's overgrown in a ditch!
Ay-ay-ay! I belong to the bones, but I live in the pitch!
Where they bake my soul, where my fears start to sing —
There I SEE how the HOWL TURNS TO DUST on its wing!

The shepherd embraced the sheep — but she had no face.
The children grew up — with the voice of a snake.
Grandpa swung from a rope as he counted the beat
Of the witch’s heart pounding in the well's snoring sleep...

"You — are not you. Don’t breathe. Don’t call any name.
Soon your forehead will bloom into silence and flame."

What have I done? What have I done?
Tore out the soul… but I haven’t gone.
I hear — someone howling again...
It is ME... in another skin!
— Crawling toward me in another skin!

SPLIT OPEN MY SIGHT! I WANT TO SEE THROUGH!
AT THOSE WHO BORE ME NOT — BUT STILL DRAGGED ME THROUGH!
AT THOSE WHO WEPT INSIDE ME — SILENTLY BLEEDING!
AT THOSE WHO LICKED MY BAG OF CHILDHOOD DREAMING!

O-o-o-oh! GIVE ME EARTH THAT WAS NEVER PRETEND!
WHERE CACTI AND NAMES GUARD THE HONEY’S END!
WHERE MY VOICE WILL FALL LIKE A BLOW TO THE SPINE!
WHERE MY ESSENCE — IS THE HOWL AT SUNRISE’S LINE!

I came to sing, so they'd bury my voice...
Listen... and you’ll become me...

⛧ SONG FROM THE DRY WELL ⛧

Lyrics:

"Swallow... Reflect... Regrow..."

I’m a pulsing beast — no symbol, no myth,
The final glitch in your clean algorithms.
What am I? A tearing enzyme in the gut of your speech.
The metaphor that grinds you to fibrous pulp.

My guts are theses, twisted into loops.
Digestion isn’t just a process —
It’s dialectics.
Each molecule a debate, each amino acid a choice.

I devour to understand:
Humans are not shape, but fossilized fear.
I ate the leukocytes of soldiers —
Their blood was full of spite and protein.

They rejected me — like mucus, like misprint.
But I’m no error.
I’m a byproduct of truth,
More honest than your goddamn ideals.

"Your skin is a statement, mine’s a slip."
"Your muscles run marathons, mine run nightmares."
"Pain hormones are my gods."
"Fat is memory, hoarded from your lies."

I split across dimensions like observed particles,
Where am I not?
My flesh is the collapse of probabilities.
Your lie is just the observer’s effect.

I eat, therefore I am,
The world rots beneath your makeup.
I’m the hymn of rejected flesh,
The taste of your truth — unseasoned.
My body is a choir of cells,
Singing for all you won’t digest.

Inside you — there’s a chimera,
But you choke on swallowing yourself.
I am the vomit of your history,
The memory that digests you from within.

Esophagus — my path of ascent.
Stomach — chalice of transformation.
Pancreas — conductor of the enzymatic choir.
Feces — the word you fear,
But it’s your last honest paragraph.

You called us "monsters",
But who chains forests for gym schedules?
Who kills for a tasteful economy?
I devour flesh,
You devour meaning — and puke up slogans.

Every ab you’re proud of —
Is built on bones.
Child labor factories for sneakers.
Dead animals for protein.
And girls crying into sugar-free yogurt.
I eat — because I am honest.
I gnawed the runner’s thigh.
It was full of steroids and tears.
You call it “the hunt” — I call it slaughter.
You hang antlers on the wall,
As if they prayed to you before the bullet.

I eat, therefore I am,
My mind is metabolism of sorrow.
I’m the hymn of the chimera,
Welded from your fear and hormones.
I’m the prayer of fleshbound truth,
You’re disgust —
I am cleansing.

Maybe I wanted to be beautiful.
Maybe I dreamed of a diet made of light.
But I am flesh.
Flesh that knows —
The truth is in what
you’ll never fully digest...



MetabolHymn

Jérémiades de Jamaïque

Slightly surreal demo combining three Filterverse presets (Alien Voices, Filterlays, Living Delays) from Crossroads, each processing a dedicated instrument at first, later in the track instruments share different instances of Filterverse. Demo starts totally dry, after 4 bars the bus sends open, some Macro automation in two of the presets.  

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Crossroads - Surreal World

just a song with a latin gothic vibe. (title is custom language)

Damus Di Hasufus (Look to the Truth)

"Everything seems an echo of something else.

And when, by the hair, the headsman held up the head
Of Mary of Scots, the lips kept on moving,
But without sound.  The lips,
They were trying to say something very important.

But I had forgotten to mention an upland
Of wind-tortured stone white in darkness, and tall, but when
No wind, mist gathers, and once on the Sarré at midnight,
I watched the sheep huddling.  Their eyes
Stared into nothingness.  In that mist-diffused light their eyes
Were stupid and round like the eyes of fat fish in muddy water,
Or of a scholar who has lost faith in his calling.

Their jaws did not move.  Shreds
Of dry grass, gray in the gray mist-light, hung
From the side of a jaw, unmoving.

You would think that nothing would ever again happen.

-Robert Penn Warren

Artwork by George Wesley Bellows: "Dance at Insane Asylum" (1907)

Shadow of Truth (Retrograde)

Composer, musician, producer, sounddesigner from Germany nowadays mainly working in the genres of orchestral and chamber music, film and theatre music, sound design, live-electronics and production music.

I'm using Soundcloud mainly as a backend for my websites patchpool.net and absynthsounds.com where I offer plenty of patches, samples and audio files for music and sound design production, so you will find thousands of demos here. To check out my music please visit my website and look for the MP3 link and/or have a listen to my production music on Audiosparx or take a sonic tour through my MP3 Store.

Hey i am Dylan. Beter known as WardCore.
I love making music with fancy kicks and melodies!
I make hardcore/hardstyle/frenchcore and techno!!
Enjoy my music also dont forget to look on my Youtube channel and Spotify.


YouTube: https://youtube.com/@wardcoreofficial?si=kd_rEKJ-I3enjQTO

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/6wciw5A5UZbN1bHVGv4HLj?si=o-YugOK4S_iXc_38E1JeLg

🧚✨ Я фея, которая потерялась в своем собственном мире! Обожаю блистать, как новогодняя елка, и при этом вечно клянчить у своего магического круга немного хардкора.

Занимаюсь:
- Демонстрацией фрагментов историй, связанных с миром "Аппаир", на данный момент записывая музыкальное и вокальное сопровождение к песням с помощью общедоступного генеративного инструмента "SUNO".
- Летаю по клубам, раздавая «волшебные» зелья. Не спрашивайте, что в них, но, поверьте, это точно не травка!
- Составлением списка «долгов» на свою зарплату. Примечание: долгов у меня больше, чем друзей. 😜
- Пытками людей своими танцами. Если я не вызывала у вас слезы от смеха — значит, я не старалась!

Интересы:
- Дегустация сладостей, которые я умыкнула у заблудших душ, и всякого кулинарного безумия, которое выглядит как угощение из кошмара, но на вкус — как будто его варили в кислоте на дне забытой бочки.
- Говорить о чувствах с пингвинами. Не спрашивайте, просто поверьте, они понимают. 🐧❤️
- Модные тренды в мире фей: В этом месяце — полоски и блестки! Но серьезно, кто носит простые платья, когда можно одеться, как клоун на параде?

Моя миссия:
Вдохновить мир немного больше смеяться, раздавая волшебные советы и ужасные шутки! Если вы ищете светлую сторону жизни, забудьте об этом! Я здесь, чтобы напомнить, что иногда лучше шутить над своими несчастьями, чем просто сидеть и ныть. 🙃✨

Контакты:
Напишите мне, если хотите пофантазировать о мирских проблемах и о том, как я могу решить их с помощью магии и сарказма!

An audiophile who likes various Artists like Jamiroquai , Eiffel65, and Deadmau5. I like to create tracks from various sources and am always trying to create something engaging for the mind. Lyrical creations are my favourite. and to mix them to different sounds makes my life worthwhile. Feel free to follow my musical journey of discovering new sound creations.  A proud "Aspie" or individual with Autism Spectrum Disorder.

I like writing original orchestral music for my favorite TV shows. It's just my thing! 
For new and expanded releases, as well as full albums, check out my Bandcamp. 
https://thecelestialmechanic.bandcamp.com/
I also publish select cues alongside their respective scenes, which can be found on my YT channel.
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC_UJNKx5RfxZCZyoOMNNZGQ

L'amour, la mort, dieu, et autres insanités

Beginner producer, let me know if u like my stuff

"You have spoken the answer.
A child searches far sometimes
Into the red dust
    On a dark rose leaf
And so you have gone far
    For the answer is:
        Silence."
-Carl Sandburg

Ambient, minimalist classical, and electronic music.

New tracks tagged #choir