The Dead Can Dance

Heaven's gate on the morrow
Drift across the land
Mingled worlds without my soul
Empty all without passion

Winds howling at dusk
Child laughs lonely now
By the cleansing of the dead
As voiceless song echoes pass
Final rest;
Through the sands of time

One last step outside my grasp
Quivered breath above the sky
There is a laughter in silence
Beginning of the nightmares
Whilst still awake

Sunshine in the whispers
The Bargain of the dead
A grimace after death
All sleep silently for now
Struggles of the end

With playful jest between the stars
Passions in war time
Rising moon leaves home once more
As night falls close at hand

"In the dark and barren outer reaches of the universe a small group of genetically modified humans made this hostile region their home. Forgotten by most of human civilization, they developed a wealthy and peaceful society. Nine hundred years after last contact they suddenly appeared out of nowhere with technologies far more advanced than we could ever imagine in our wildest dreams. How could such a small group of a few hundred mutants get so far ahead of us? Would it be possible for us to benefit from their knowledge? The answer is both terrifying and promising: yes, it is possible, by connecting human minds in a galaxy-wide overmind, powered by the energy of a billion suns—the Solar Nexus."
I saw her again, after many years, and she was as beautiful than ever.Background sound for narration. Zynaddsubfx synthesizer, instrument Angelic2.

Contributions: 
Cybernetica: https://youtu.be/vFJP5z025FQ, UdoPohlmann: https://freesound.org/s/132879/, pycckuu20032003: https://freesound.org/s/74274/, cormi: https://freesound.org/s/111261/, afleetingspeck: https://freesound.org/s/256994/, cdrk: https://freesound.org/s/21702/, adharca: https://freesound.org/s/319253/, Puniho: https://freesound.org/s/115929/, https://freesound.org/s/169053/, lennartgreen: https://freesound.org/s/248096/, qubodup: https://freesound.org/s/237434/

DARKWORLD AFTERMATH SEQUENCE 6: THE DEAD CAN DANCE with Cybernetika

Satan’s Choir 

As time returns
A grain of salt
Turns to ash below the true home
A phone ringing somewhere 

Splintering against the fire
You find electric sirens about the ground
The devil has come

Sinister and flying beside the shadows
You bend the flames above the sea
The Fool has fled
Quiet over the shadows
The thought will die
Wary hesitant 
At a crossroads 
so many roads to choose from 
Under what skies? 
The hero
Crossing the frontier 
Goes without luggage 

And misses his turning

Contribtions:
ecfike: https://freesound.org/s/196570/, djgriffin: https://freesound.org/s/15363/, AaronGNP: https://freesound.org/s/54617/, ElanHickler: https://freesound.org/s/108908/, https://freesound.org/s/108906/, FreddyFool: https://freesound.org/s/176182/, Timbre: https://freesound.org/s/90182/, Thalamus_Lab: https://freesound.org/s/250954/, meese705555: https://freesound.org/s/150915/

DARKWORLD AFTERMATH SEQUENCE 6: SATANS CHOIR

The Plains of Aurora (Armageddon Part 5

The children crying. 
Their neighbourhoods disinformation and bloody 
Its terrible hallucinations blinding, 
Psychological construction money. 

A confrontation entertainment crushing, 

Self-destruction preservation cold! 
An uncontrolled discrimination of something! 

Contributions:
frankum: https://freesound.org/s/333799/, https://freesound.org/s/324920/, waveplaySFX: https://freesound.org/s/187535/, Bliss: https://freesound.org/s/167253/, https://freesound.org/s/171602/, https://freesound.org/s/167254/, https://freesound.org/s/166834/, ani_music: https://freesound.org/s/209988/, Derek Lotek: https://freesound.org/s/144861/, Setuniman: https://freesound.org/s/163060/, https://freesound.org/s/167203/, https://freesound.org/s/165270/

DARKWORLD AFTERMATH SEQUENCE 6: PLAINS OF AURORA with frankcum, Setuniman and Bliss

Wish You Were Here

Dark thoughts shalt not be one, but more 
From their will shall find itself alone 'among dark beliefs of mysteries! 
The like of hope, pry into thine hour of the night --. 

For then the grass will be silent in
America burning, burning and burning
Far into the night – buy not one of loneliness -- not one,
but more
A burning and their unappreciated stare

Remains yet unbroken, is still. 
For the night -- now
Feasible shall find itself closed again. 
With other…. 
For then that solitude worldwide will condemn the just: 
Now are commented on-- for the first time….

Thee are up again in “The Burning” and the
Hill up of God – 
Like hope to write thee are,
Why didn’t they listen.

Contributions:
frankum: https://freesound.org/s/277694/

DARKWORLD AFTERMATH SEQUENCE 6: WISH YOU WERE HERE with frankum

Silent Hill
narration by Chris Elliot

I had to catch the train to London, THE 3797(to Euston). I had to get out somehow. Everything was collapsing, it was awful to see. Something happened yesterday at noon. It was something that was hard to describe. PEOPLE WERE DEAD. There is no other way to describe it. There were hundreds of people dead everywhere. Cars crashed, planes fell out of the sky and people were panicking and crying at the same time. I had never seen anything like it; people literally would be talking and walking along to their inevitable destinations only to suddenly collapse dead. People were terrified; mass hysteria/panic buying/fighting. There were bodies everywhere, some piled up and funeral pyres rose like ashes into the air. However today it was reported that bodies that had fallen had disappeared 24 hours later. One minute they were there and the next gone. Were they stolen? , Burnt? No one had any answers. There was looting and mass panic on the streets; the streets weren’t safe especially if you were on your own. When “The Event” happened I looked up towards the Heavens. There was some sort of loud sound; like a trumpet but much more deafening. I looked up again……
I thought I saw someone high up in the air; it was just too bright to look. I had to shield my eyes. I heard ridiculous reports that the dead in cemeteries, were rising out of graves. Must have been fake news; sensational news.  Zombies? Like “Day of the Dead”?  People will say anything but the truth these days. Then I don’t know I thought I saw people in the air flying; moving upward; moving quickly but HOW? But bodies remained on the ground. Were these people left behind? This happened so fast like in a blink of an eye. I wasn’t sure what happened it was all too fast. I squinted as the sun shone bright; it was a beautiful day like the day many years ago when September 11th happened in New York City. 
It was like that. They simply were gone. The impact was catastrophic. The stock market collapsed as the banks had no mortgage debt to collect as millions of borrowers had vanished without a trace. Business owner’s disappeared leaving employees stranded without a job to go to. Hospitals were overrun; there were a shortage of doctors to treat patients. The Media was hysterical claiming it was alien abduction and people had been taken, many people. But where were these Aliens? Did they simple take people but where to? NASA hadn’t reported any UFOs. People were just gone.” A State of Ultimate Disaster” was declared and The Prime Minister addressed the nation asking for calm while the Government sorted things out and told people to remain in their homes until advised. I wasn’t going to do that. What had happened? I could only guess. All knew it wasn’t good and I had to get to London and out before all “Hell broke loose”. 
Then thousands of birds descended, attacking passers-by and then the birds abruptly fell from the sky, completely dead. They were strewn everywhere. Families were torn apart; loved ones were gone. There was terrible grief and loss. The skies seem to change much more stormy and dark. Things were different. It felt different. It was now a dark world.
A dad looked up and held his daughter when I walked past. There were reports of strange lights that fuelled the Alien abduction theory:

https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/1392779693811822734.mp4

The Global Net was down and I couldn’t get a signal to ring anyone I knew at all. I would just have to chance it so I had grabbed a suitcase full of anything I could find and rushed down to the station. I would get to London and then maybe out to Europe before the UK authorities closed the border and the Chunnel. .Maybe Europe had not experienced the phenomenon. Maybe I would be safe there……..

Contributions:
digifishmusic: https://freesound.org/s/78000/

DARKWORLD AFTERMATH SEQUENCE 6: SILENT HILL with digifishmusic; narration by Chris Elliot

Fragile
The rest of many
Lay unanswered
In a token point of view

The rose;
That lies still now
Falls…..
Remains broken on the ground

See the dawn light fade
In the early morn
And with it comes;
The flowers that bloom
A silent regret
Far across the horizon

They gather in the frigid air
Together;
In the firelight
In the dusk of time

And those flowers, reborn
Sway gentle in the breeze
In time
With God’s breath
Heads bowed
All silent now
Nothing to say
They sit upon a hill
And wave
Goodbye…..

Contributions: Contributions: https://freesound.org/people/kangaroovindaloo/sounds/518253/, Ksenia (Orchestral Version): Composer: Artashes Andreasyan Composer: Georgy Jheryakov, Baltic Symphony Orchestra. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x-Iz0wp5XbY

DARKWORLD AFTERMATH SEQUENCE 6: FRAGILE

Broken 
In the darkest hour
I am content in love 
And in hate 
And in spite 
Of this
As Chaos erupts
Revenge seeps through me
To hate and rage with others 
Take your sword and forget

The cold silence 
The memories haunt me
Seek not of the stranger’s smile 
In the pain and sorrow 
In love with death 
I can’t 

Lonely is what I’ll always be 
I see no way out 
In the scars 
I bare my sins 
Are in 
The shelter of your Death 

Accept the reapers stare
It watches over me 

I am reminded again in love’s warm embrace 
Whose arms I am always away from 

Reality shown in this cruel punishment 
I’m in the dead of the night, 
I’m alone in the darkest hour

Contributions:
kangaroovindaloo: https://freesound.org/s/518253/

DARKWORLD AFTERMATH SEQUENCE 6: BROKEN with kangaroovindaloo

The Quiet Place 
Something;
Beyond the realms of Heaven
There lies….
The quiet place

Its soundless endeavour
Gathers; 
All the drops of human despair
In a cup
Where every tear,
Of sadness,
Flows to the stream,
Of a lost generation

Too guilty
To count the costs
Too lonely
Too expect what the result would be;
Any different of what is expected

No remorse
They all are there
One by one,
They have fallen
Into the trap
Of their own making
They can’t escape……

Sound of the aeolian / wind-organ, made of bamboo sticks, in Vlissingen in the Netherlands.

I'm walking between the sticks of this art work to get different sound from different sticks in several poitions. The sound is made by the 5 bft wind. In the background the waves of the North Sea / Schelde river.

About this sculpture
The World Wind-organ is a sound sculpture consisting of 27 vertically placed bamboo tubes, 4m long, in which holes are made. It stands at the end of the Nolledijk. The wind organ is a wind instrument which is played by the wind and produces a range of sonorous, sometimes almost humming tones.
The first wind organ was installed in August 1975 at the Nollestrand by the Belgian artist Raphael Augusts Opstaele (1934) established collective Mass Moving [1]. This enterprising collectively had a significant amount of bamboo from Cameroon. The intention was to install these wind-organs from the coast of West Africa to the North Pole. A chain of wind chimes. This so-called 'Sound Stream project, the artists wanted to symbolize the cultural links with Africa.

The organ was damaged during a storm in January 3rd 1976 and rebuild the same year.

In April 1981 the wind organ was destroyed by vandals; eight of the twenty one unqueue bamboo tubes were cut down. Thanks to a fund-raising the Windorgan-World could be rebuild in 1983.

To my knowledge the Vlissingen wind organ is the only remaining permanent wind chime in the project.

Youtube channel of the artist aphael Augusts Opstaele:
https://www.youtube.com/user/raphaelopstaele

Date/time: May 21st 2015, 2 pm

Weather: Sunny, wind W 5bft coming from the sea.

location; Nollenhoofd, Nollendijk, Vlissingen, Zeeland, Netherlands (Holland), Europe

Gear: Primo EM 172 in AB40 setting in Rode Blimp > Sony PCM D50

Contributions:
Tac_333: https://freesound.org/s/511256/, hanstimm: https://freesound.org/s/95184/, klankbeeld: http://freesound.org/people/klankbeeld/, https://freesound.org/s/275626/, deleted_user_2104797: https://freesound.org/s/152390/, Ellen Kussy: https://www.kompoz.com/studio/collaboration/1087612/tracks

DARKWORLD AFTERMATH SEQUENCE 6:  THE QUIET PLACE with Ellen Kussy and klankbeeld

Eclipse

Uncharted shelters are broken 
That soothes broken fingers 
Are prepared in this poison in searching
From the hunger but we shall never break it
The floor we used with the storm opening
Contained the creatures who flooded out-
In abundance of the blackness

The weather is asking for forgiveness 
This cold, cold, evening closes around me-
is it enough?
To a drumming through these hours on a
Journey unfolds into your mind you possess 
No answers to the questions 

Easy to take your soul 
That screams less painfully
One world becomes the darkened eclipse
There is no clear protection
A falling into obscurity and decline

For sadness, trees, and the execution
Keep them together 
As she clutches there onto 
I'll merge and try to move 
as heaven groans
A counter word- soothes away my fears

I turn to make you listen
With icy fingers pushs them together 
This emptiness has taken life
Or something approaching tenderness 
outside
The turbulence tells the world
Has been destroyed

Contributions:
Kraftamt: https://ccmixter.org/files/Karstenholymoly/61406, deleted_user_2104797: https://freesound.org/s/152390/, XHALE303: https://freesound.org/s/546713/, Puniho: https://freesound.org/s/165455/

DARKWORLD AFTERMATH SEQUENCE 6: ECLIPSE with Kraftamt

We Believe
The world’s light shines, shine as it will,
The world will love its darkness still.
I doubt though when the world’s in hell,
It will not love its darkness half so well.

But Men Loved Darkness Rather Than Light Richard Crashaw
Source:
The Complete Works of Richard Crashaw. William B. Turnbull, Ed.
London: John Russell Smith, 1858.  28.

The title of the poem “But Men Loved Darkness Rather Than Light” comes from the bible, John 3:17-21

DARKWORLD AFTERMATH SEQUENCE 6: WE BELIEVE

DARKWORLD IS COMING THERE WILL BE NO ESCAPE.......YOU ARE ALL DOOMED UNLESS YOU SEEK THE ONE WHO CREATED YOU..IF NOT YOU WILL BE LEFT BEHIND TO FACE THE DESTROYER....AND ALL THE WOES HE WILL INFLICT ON THE EARTH.... YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED...ENTTITY 1001006 MARK TIMELINE 18-12-2022 21ST century

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