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#Fortnite #DarkNights/RedLights #MusicPack

Dark Nights/Red Lights

Fortnite - Dark Nights/Red Lights - Lobby Music Pack

Welcome to my 2023 Showcase of everything i have been working on this past year hope you enjoy you filthy animals

Tracklist:
SKAIREE & CLAYMORE - ID
SKAIREE & OPHION - ID
SKAIREE & VENOMOUZ - ID
SKAIREE - PARANOIA VIP (UNRELEASED)
SKAIREE & SAM LAMAR - ID
MARAUDA - UMBRA (SKAIREE FLIP UNRELEASED)
SKAIREE - ID
HARDWELL - PACMAN (SKAIREE FLIP UNRELEASED)
SKAIREE & MANLY - ID
SKAIREE - ID
SKAIREE & EYELANDER - ID
SKAIREE - ID
KILL FEED - TOASTY (SKAIREE FLIP UNRELEASED)
SKAIREE - ID
SKAIREE - ID
SAM LAMAR & IZZY VADIM - BAD BOY (SKAIREE & CLAYMORE REMIX UNRELEASED)

SKAIREE 2023 SHOWCASE

Introduction in English:

In my late 30s, I still suffered from frequent anxiety and panic attacks. During this time, I had a recurring nightmare: I am lying in my bed at night. Some dark, strange figure comes into my room. It slowly comes closer to me. Before it reaches me, I wake up screaming and drenched in sweat.  
One day my female psychoanalyst encouraged me to relive this dream with her company. Like a fairy godmother, she now sat in my imagination at the edge of my bed and held my hand. Thus I succeeded in letting the dark figure come closer. And at some point the strange being stood in front of me and I could look him directly in the face. And suddenly it became clear to me that it is the death which stands beside me; which probably always stood beside me and also always will stand beside me: My eternal companion. 
Since these sessions, panic attacks and anxiety attacks occur very rarely. And when they do come, I now know that it is basically my residual fear of finitude, of having to die, and finally of death. And from this realization, I can feel all the more in all my depths the legendary sentence of Sigmund Freud: "If you want to live well, prepare yourself early for death". The song "Finitude" was written against the background of these experiences It is in French, because for me this language comes closest to such existential themes.

Lyrics in English (for those, who don`t speak French):

Finitude

I have no time 
Finitude
Stands in my door
And speaks to me:

Come on go 

Don't stand still
Let no more time pass

The clock is ticking away 
Your shadow wins
Decay haunts you
Pain and anguish

But you are not alone 
The duty to die
Is the bond 

That unites us 
Whether rich or poor 
Wise or foolish

Death doesn't care
He takes us to himself

Finitude
I am ready
Look at you
You move closer to me

Till you're all there with me 

Look around me 
Many backs already crooked
The rollator goes ahead
Straight to the cemetery gate

The lifting only lasts 
Until the next tower clock

Then it comes out

That we melt 
We blow in the wind
Nothing of us remains 
Death rubs its hands

But do not forget
The duty to die 
Is the bond

That unites us 
Whether rich or poor 
Wise or foolish

Death does not care
He takes us to himself

Finitude
I am ready
Look at you
You move closer to me

Till you're all with me 
Until you are
Until you are 
Untill you are
Completely with me

Texte en français:

Finitude

Je n'ai pas le temps 
La finitude
Est à ma porte
Et me parle:

Allez, vas-y 
Ne t'arrête pas
Ne laisse plus passer le temps

L'horloge s'écoule 
Ton ombre gagne
Le déclin te hante
Douleur et tourment

Mais tu n'es pas seul 
Le devoir de mourir
Est le lien 

Qui nous unit 
Riche ou pauvre 
Intelligents ou idiots

La mort c'est pareil
Elle nous fait venir

Finitude
Je suis prêt
Je te regarde
Tu te rapproches de moi

Jusqu'à ce que tu sois 
Tout à fait avec moi 

Je regarde autour de moi 
Beaucoup de dos déjà courbés
Le rollateur va devant
Directement à la porte du cimetière

Le lifting ne dure que 
Jusqu'à la prochaine horloge de la tour

Puis il se révèle

Que nous passons 
Emportés par le vent
Qu'il ne reste rien de nous 
Que la mort se frotte les mains

Mais n'oublie pas
Le devoir de mourir 
Est le lien

Qui nous unit 
Riche ou pauvre 
Intelligents ou idiots

La mort c'est pareil
Elle nous fait venir

Finitude
Je suis prêt
Je te regarde
Tu te rapproches de moi

Jusqu'à ce que tu sois 
Tout à fait avec moi
Jusqu'à ce que tu sois
Jusqu'à ce que tu sois 
Jusqu'à ce que tu sois
Tout à fait avec moi

Finitude

Introduction in English:

On a Saturday, 9 June 1989, I receive a phone call from my mother at around 6 am. She seems to be laughing. But as it soon turns out, tears are bursting out of her. At first she can only say one sentence: "Your father is dead". Then her voice fails. I, who has just been roused from my sleep by the ringing, at first think it's a bad joke. My father, not even 55 years old, dead, who had been so full of energy in the last few months? With whom I had spoken lively on the phone just a week ago?
Then my eldest sister comes to the phone. She speaks like a robot, as if she has frozen all her feelings inside herself.
She confirms the sudden death of my father from a heart attack and urges me to come immediately from Berlin to southern Germany (800 kilometres away).
Much of what happened after that - from the last encounter with my father in the morgue, to the years of vacillating between feelings of liberation and sometimes massively frightening "I'll bring you to me in the realm of the dead" nightmares after his funeral, to finding a deeper inner peace with him in the last few years - I wrote down and sang about in the following song "My Father in Heaven".      
However, the song lyrics are not chronological, but set in 2011, in which I am all alone on a beautiful summer day in the cemetery where my father's grave is located. From this day I start a retrospective and an outlook.     

Lyrics:

My Father in Heaven

What a beautiful day
All alone in the graveyard 
Come to visit you
Without a grudge

It's unbelievably quiet
Hear the dead deep asleep 
In an beyond harbour
Be with you soon

I hated you sometimes 
Had you so gladly touched,
You're gone too soon 
Left me alone with the dirt 
Of this life.

Wanted to tell you so much more 
You can't sneak away like that
A moment ago you were still there  
I felt quite close to you,

Now only 
A cold hand in the morgue
Nothing more moves

My father in heaven, 
I miss you very much, 
With wistfulness my heart sometimes
Becomes so heavy

When you were suddenly dead
Many things seemed easier, 
I moved forward in life, 
I looked free

but when I slept at night,
you'd come into my dreams, 
trying to pull me over, 
to the land beyond.

You didn’t let me go for so long 
Lying like a black mourning box
On my chest and belly, 
Felt like I was in a tube 
Trapped by you.

Often couldn’t defend myself
Felt completely without power 
When in the deep of the night
you came to my room, 

without a body, 
pure soul contact,
worlds still unknown to me.

Father in heaven,
do you hear me now,
I speak to you in peace, 
I am no longer hurt.

Your grave is newly decorated,
I've picked a bouquet for you, 
I sit down with you, 
I surrender tot he silence
peaceful silence. 

I am here now, you there
even if the wall separates us,
we see each other invisibly, 
You always stay close to me, 

I'll go on now, 
Stay here, 
I'll be back soon

Father in heaven
I think of you often 
You are indispensable, 
Come with me....

My Father in Heaven

My Father In Heaven

Yugioh Doublebeat Trance Remix

“Ghosts in the Broken Sky” is a post-apocalyptic alt-metal, rock, and synthwave hybrid that follows a lone survivor wandering the ruins of a world — and a self — long since shattered. Haunted by the ghosts of who they used to be, they confront the truth that the sky broke first… and they broke with it. Heavy low-tuned guitars, neon-soaked synths, and a massive emotional chorus collide to create a dark, cinematic journey of inner collapse and surviving your own aftermath. Lyrics written by The Fallen One Music.

Lyrics:

[Intro]

“If the sky can shatter… then so can I.
And somewhere in these ruins…
I’m still dragging the ghost I used to be.”

[Verse 1]

Ash on my boots, neon cracks in the sky,
Every step I take reminds me something had to die.
Billboards flicker like they’re mourning the past,
A world built on promises we knew couldn’t last.

I hear echoes of my voice in the static waves,
Calling out from every street like unmarked graves.
Shadows move like memories that won’t let go,
The old me’s watching from the places only I still know.

[Pre-Chorus]

I can’t run from the ruins inside,
Every broken street matches something I hide.
I stare at the horizon where the truth won’t lie—
The sky is broken… and so am I.

[Chorus]

Ghosts in the broken sky, calling out my name,
Every piece of who I was still clinging to the flame.
Walking through the wreckage with the past I can’t deny,
Dragging every version of myself that never learned to die.
Ghosts in the broken sky… and I’m still alive.

[Verse 2]

Glass reflects the face I tried to forget,
Cracked like the dreams that drowned in regret.
He stares back at me with a look I know too well,
The version of me I abandoned before the world fell.

“Why’d you leave me behind?” he whispers in the dust,
His voice is a mirror painted in rust.
But I had to survive when the fires came down—
Some ghosts had to burn so I wouldn’t drown.

[Pre-Chorus]

Can’t escape what’s left behind,
Even when the world rewinds.
Every scar under this fractured sky
Proves I broke with it… and I won’t lie.

[Chorus]

Ghosts in the broken sky, calling out my name,
Every piece of who I was still clinging to the flame.
Walking through the wreckage with the past I can’t deny,
Dragging every version of myself that never learned to die.
Ghosts in the broken sky… and I’m still alive.

[Bridge]

You can’t outrun what you left for dead,
Even when it whispers inside your head.
My ghost screams, “You’re not who you claim to be!”
But how can I be whole when the world erased me?

I’m fighting shadows that wear my face,
In a wasteland that time refused to erase.
Maybe surviving means letting go—
But ghosts don’t leave when they’re carved in your soul.

[Breakdown]

“I AM THE ONE YOU LEFT BEHIND!”

I know.
But if we both stayed broken…
neither of us would ever grow.

[Final Chorus]

Ghosts in the broken sky, calling out my name,
Every piece of who I was still reaching through the flame.
I walk through the ruins but I’m choosing to survive,
’Cause even shattered souls can learn to come alive.
Ghosts in the broken sky—
I’ll carry you, but you won’t define my life.

[Outro]

“Maybe the world died first…
but I’m the one still standing.
If the sky can break…
then maybe I can rebuild.”

Ghosts In The Broken Sky

need for  speed(2015) Night rider remix

New World

Assaisan creed  vanhalla epic theme mix

I'm a certified music producer and beat maker known for blending cinematic intensity with genre-bending sound design. Combining elements of alternative rock, metal, EDM, hip-hop, and orchestral atmospheres, The Fallen One Music creates immersive, story-driven compositions that blur the line between music and world-building.

Leveraging Suno as a lyrical and vocal-shaping tool, he transforms raw concepts into polished, emotionally charged narratives that span from dark, introspective journeys to high-energy anthems. Every track is crafted with a producer’s precision and a storyteller’s instinct, resulting in music that both hits hard and resonates deeply.

Driven by a philosophy of living in the moment, The Fallen One Music is committed to collaboration, artistic growth, and building meaningful connections through creativity. His work continues to evolve with each project—pushing boundaries, forging new bonds, and carving out a signature sound within an ever-expanding musical universe.