This is my cover for the Braveheart theme song. I made this when i was 14 years old.

Braveheart Piano Cover

You look around. You wonder what is going on. You wonder what happened to the place you used to call your home. You try to stand up. They tell you that you are free. But right here, tied to the ground, is where you will always be. They hold your arms, and push you down. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE"? You shake your wings, and try to fly... Oh no my dear, you are staying right here.

You are lost in yourself, there is no way out. Your thoughts has become your prisoners cell. You ask yourself, with a tear on your cheek, what you have done to deserve this hell... You cry, you scream, you try to fight and sometimes you even play along. But deep inside, you are the only one who knows, that this... This is wrong...

You scream at the top of your lunges, "WAKE UP, TAKE YOUR BLINDFOLDS OFF! ". They look at you, and laugh a bit, before they say that this is enough. They call you a cynic and a hypocrite, just because you tell the truth. Little do they know that you are the reason why, I have a tiny bit of faith in the youth.

You look around. You wonder what is going on. You wonder what happened to the place you used to call your home. You look around, once again, and you know that you are no longer alone. I am standing here, by your side, trying to help you though. Knowing that stronger than one, are two. We are standing proud and we are standing tall, it is soon our time to go. It is one for all, and all for one, and it is either our time to rise, or our time to fall. (Text written by a good friend of mine Nancy Herz please visit her on: http://www.storylane.com/nancyherz)

Amicus

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Two Worlds (demo)

This is the main title for the upcoming short movie "Shepard" This song is currently in prosess, and needs more orchestral, so if you do play the violin, drums or woodwinds, send me a message. - Karl Karlsen 

Shepard (Main Title)

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain 
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me 
Remembering again that I shall die 
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks 
For washing me cleaner than I have been 
Since I was born into this solitude. 
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon: 
But here I pray that none whom once I loved 
Is dying tonight or lying still awake 
Solitary, listening to the rain, 
Either in pain or thus in sympathy 
Helpless among the living and the dead, 
Like a cold water among broken reeds, 
Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff, 
Like me who have no love which this wild rain 
Has not dissolved except the love of death, 
If love it be for what is perfect and 
Cannot, the tempest tells me,  
disappoint.
(Edward Thomas 1916)

Rain


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