Name: Drillset 3, with Drillset 4 Warmups by Ken Candelas
Duration: 5 min 20 s
Description: An audio ear-training course for recording engineers, producers and musicians. Moulton started doing such training as an educational exercise for students back in 1969, and has since used it everywhere. In 1992, KIQ Productions asked Moulton to make it commercially available, and the rest is history.

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STORY: 

I was sick. It wasn't my fault. The blood, oozing out of her body... I can hear the screams echoing inside my mind as she drew her last breath. 

But it was good... 

I sought to satiate the very pit that was my stomach. Unbearable hunger... it was as though my very life depended on this act of savagery. 

Consume... 

Consume... 

To consume others that wandered. 

To consume those that faltered. 

I had to consume... 

A faint glimmer of light burns in the distance as I hear the sounds of people dancing and drums beating. The sun beginning to rise... 

SYNOPSIS: 

A Native-American folk tale, the Wendigo is the transformation of a man into beast. The beast feasts on the carcasses of other humans, but, ever growing in size will never feel satiated. It's body grows, always faster and bigger than its rate of ingestion. Set in the African Congo, the Wendigo is pictured as one of the local tribesman against a Catholic missionary. This is actually a juxtaposition. 

When the Europeans colonized regions of Africa, they brought with them a religion to overcome the native people. This empire, having had overwhelming influence and power, changed many traditions. However, the ancient books were used as a means of confusion - leaving the natives to fend off in the darkness of indoctrination. What they did not realize was that the hunger that resided in the natives to be set free was greater than their will to succumb to their new masters. 

It became a platform for rebellion - one that would reveal the true Wendigo of humanity: religion and its cannibalistic nature to consume our lives for political and social gain.

LYRICS: 

INTRO: 


HUNGER, HUNGER, HUNGER... 


VERSE 1: 


"Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong 

Between whose endless jar justice resides, 

Should lose their names, and so should justice too, 

Then everything includes itself in power, 

Power into will, will into appetite; 

And appetite, a universal wolf, 

So doubly seconded with will and power, 

Must make perforce a universal prey, 

And at last... 

EAT UP HIMSELF..." 


- William Shakespeare 


CHORUS: 


Rip out your entrails, 

Your rancid abdomen, 

The taste of your bone is 

The fuel to my rage! 

The toes of my victims 

Are hung from my cervix, 

This war paint I wear is 

The blood of atonement! 


FEED MY GLUTTONY! 


VERSE 2: 


Blood is pouring down my face, 

The stench of decaying flesh, 

Imbues with me once and for all. 


Decrepit bodies, a nest for the fungus 

Corrode inside, inside my bod 

Leaving the carcass aside, left to rot. 


Gangrene is upon your leg, 

Clot turning black as you erode, 

Detestable maggots form at your feet! 


Every feeding is what I revere, 

Try to run as fast as you can! 

Under the sun no one lives in our land! 


BRIDGE: 


FEED MY SOUL... 

FEED MY SOUL... 


"CANNIBAL!" 


[Chorus]

CREDITS: 

- Kenneth Candelas: Drums, Vocals 
- Andrew Petriske: Vocals 
- Jonathan Block: Violins 
- Julian Langford: Celli 
- Jean Marie Collatin: Percussion 
- Anthony Espinal: Electric Guitars 
- Lance Holloway: Electric Guitars 
- Dario Baez: Electric Bass
- Anton Rosovsky: Artwork
- Lazar Bulic/Zolax Productions: Music Visualization Video Editor
- Andy VanDette: Mastering Engineer

Homerik

Wendigo

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SYNOPSIS: 

The ancient pharaohs of Egypt believed their lives were everlasting and one with the gods. Through burial and rituals, their tombs were a place of sacred beliefs and earthly treasures. The ingenuity of the Egyptians felled raiders of all sorts, securing their belongings for thousands of years. Do not disturb the dead - stay back! Many have died from the mythical "curse of the pharaoh." 

Like the ancient Egyptians, we all have our own reclusive desires to be left alone. Having been rejected by Coptic churches around the United States, Homerik wanted to do something special and create a curse for this piece in the old language. Instead, through academia, they found a real curse from the "Cannibal Hymn" of the pharaoh Unas: the ninth and last ruler of the Fifth Dynasty during the time of the Old Kingdom.

LYRICS: 


INTRO: 


"Doers of destruction, 

The Powers of Unas protect him!" 


VERSE 1: 


Suffer, for your error! 

Fault is on you! 

Are you so foolish 

To enter here? 


CHORUS 1: 


"Overcast is the sky, darkened the stars, 

quiver the vaults of heaven, trembles the earth, 

It's Djasirtap, the cobra, who guards them 

It's Hartarwat, the bloody-willow, who binds them for him" 


"Overcast is the sky, darkened the stars, 

quiver the vaults of heaven, trembles the earth, 

It's Shezmu - cuts them up for Unas 

and cooks for him their pieces!" 


VERSE 2: 


(Menuhotep! 

Unas, Ho-Rah! 

Khafra, Ramses! 

Seti, Tutankhamun!) 
----------- 
The wings of the fallen 

Have condemned your soul, 

Your name won't exist, 

In the land of pharaoh. 

We'll starve out your people 

Their spirits will burn, 

The ground must be fed by 

the blood of your sons... 


The blood of your sons! 

And the tears of your daughters! 

The Nile will turn, 

Black as the name you once knew as your own! 

Your ultimate breath, 

Filled with the pain you exert on the dead! 

Anubis has fed, 

Your soul to the ones who all hail to Osiris! 


BRIDGE: 


SUFFER! 


VERSE 3: 


(Menuhotep! 

Unas, Ho-Rah! 

Khafra, Ramses! 

Seti, Tutankhamun!) 
----------- 
All people who enter this tomb, 

Make evil against it and destroy it, 

Will be miserable and persecuted, 

Shall have no heir, 

And be cooked together with the condemned, 

For death comes on wings 

To he who enters the tomb of a pharaoh. 


CHORUS 2: 


"It is Khonso, the knife-of-the-lords, 

who cuts their throats for Unas! 

Tears off for him their innards 

he, his messenger of sacrifice! 


As a god who lives on his fathers, 

Who feeds on his mothers, 

Unas - the bull of the sky, bloody & aggressive, 

Who lives on the beings of gods!"
credits
releases March 1, 2017 
CREDITS: 

- Kenneth Candelas: Vocals, Drums & Percussion 
- Andrew Petriske: Vocals 
- Cory Boyle: Electric Guitars 
- Kolson Pickard: Cornets 
- Jaime Marcelo: Violins 
- Julian Langford: Celli 
- Robert Ehrlich: Electric Bass 
- Anita Hilaly: Vocals
- Anton Rosovsky: Artwork
- Lazar Bulic/Zolax Productions: Music Visualization Video Editor
- Andy VanDette: Mastering Engineer

Curse of the Black Nile

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LYRICS:


VERSE 1: 


HEY, SISTER, WHERE ARE YOU ABOUT? 

The wind from outside whistles so very loud. 

Hey, sister, I'm scared of the dark. 

Won't you come inside, bring me a shroud? 


CHORUS 1: 


THERE, THERE, LITTLE BLOOM 

I'm here for you. 

Your light shines so bright, 

Into the night. 



Don't be afraid, 

We'll fly far away 

To the land of dreams, 

Seas of fantasy! 


VERSE 2: 


Hey, sister, what is it you mean? 

The dusk brings along with it horrible things. 

Hey, sister, don't let them get me! 

I DON'T WANT TO SEE WHAT THE GLOOM BRINGS! 


Big sister, I can't go to sleep. 

The ones in the dim corner call out to me. 
----------- 
Don't be silly, 

There is nothing in here, 

None that you fear. 


Please, don't go, believe what I see! 

They're all looking keen and appalling... 
----------- 
Rest now, stay bound 

To the bed that's your castle, 

So safe and sound! 


These eyes don't deceive me, 

I see them approaching, their arms like trees. 
----------- 
I know you're scared, 

But don't cry 'cause I'm here, 

I won't let them near. 


Skinny legs, so tall with sharp teeth! 

You don't understand who is underneath! 
----------- 
Just remember, 

YOU ARE SERVANT TO YOUR OWN PERCEPTIONS. 


[Chorus 1] 


CHORUS 2: 


Take her, Tie her, 

To the dungeon, 

Chains that rattle 

by the hundreds! 


Sultan drunken 

with corruption, 

Titan of 

immense destruction! 
----------- 
WHY? 

WHY? 

WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE? 


VERSE 3: 


YOU! 

GOD DAMN YOU! 

SHE! 

SHE WAS THE ONE TO BE! 


Sieze her, freeze her, 

Beat her, treat her, 

Repeat all to 

show who’s leader! 


Curl the heart 

of young affection, 

Cloud her with 

a love’s distortion! 


BRIDGE: 


EVIL! EVIL! 

EVIL! EVIL! 


She was the 

Only one who 

Satisfied 

My fervor 


Since that day, 

You became 

Apple of my 

Prying eyes! 


Who are the shades that pale in the moonlight? 

HATRED AND GRIEF, THE SINS OF HER FATHER! 


[Chorus 2] 


Why? 

Why? 

She was the one to be! 



Why? 

Why? 

ARE YOU IN HER 'STEAD? 


VERSE 4: 


Hey sister, I had a bad dream. 

There was no escape they were all after me! 

Hey sister, I wish you were here. 

My hopes flew away on your tombstone. 


Yet, I know you’re still beside me. 

Your doll is the warmth that I shield from the cold. 

Any way they try to hurt me, 

I hold it up high and resist them! 


Pain they give they also feel, too, 

For I hear them crying from the other room. 

How can I convince that they’re good? 

Is he once the father that I knew?

CREDITS: 

- Andrew Petriske: Vocals 
- Kenneth Candelas: Vocals, Drums 
- Brian Eisenpresser: Electric Guitars 
- Nyajah Souder: Bass Guitars 
- Carla Candelas: Vocals 
- Nilsa Astacio: Vocals 
- Cindy Baez: Bassoon 
- Michael Sellas: Piano 
- Joseph Salem: Trumpets 
- Edward Rodriguez: Trombones 
- Nick Anton: Celli 
- Isabel Salane: Soprano Vocals 
- Charlotte Bennett: Alto Vocals 
- Jack Fuller: Tenor Vocals 
- Jason Mitchel: Bass Vocals 
- Jean Marie Collatin: Chimes 
- Anton Rosovsky: Artwork
- Lazar Bulic/Zolax Productions: Music Visualization Editor
- Andy VanDette: Mastering Engineer

A Song of the Night: Part I

A Song of the Night: Part 1

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STORY:

THUNDER IN THE NIGHT BECKON AT GOD'S CALL.

MY MUSKET'S CHAMBER IS WET AS I SIT IN SILENCE.

THE SOUND OF HOOVES MARCH IN OUR DIRECTION; MY FELLOW MILITIA READY THEMSELVES FOR WHAT MAY BE THEIR LAST BREATH. LIGHTNING CRACKS THE SKY AND REVEALS OUR SCARLET RED ENEMY.

I SCURRY TO CLEAN MY WEAPON. THEY APPROACH EVER SO CLOSE AS I REST THE BARREL IN BETWEEN THE TRUNKS OF A CONNECTED TREE.

THESE ARE OUR WOODS...

SYNOPSIS:

Revolutions are born in the midst of a demand for change. Like the forefathers of the United States of America, humanity fights for freedom and independence. Freedom from racism, oppression, greed, and false judgement of others to being truly independent and tolerant of all walks of life. To respect and learn from each other, and to punish those that would prefer us to stay ignorant and blind.

The American Revolution is one of our species' many defining moments. Through thick mud and forested areas, the colonial militia worked together to overthrow the influence of one of the world's most powerful countries. Performed in a Folk Metal style, The Legion is sung by fervorous individuals and is the anthem for the coming wave of change. A global revolution.

LYRICS:

VERSE 1:


LOOK OVER THERE!

(OVER THERE! OVER THERE!)

Trolling the square,

Fucking tainting the air!


Stabbing the souls

Of the meek and the bold,

(MY RIGHTS! OUR RIGHTS!)

They're not for you to hold!
 

(IRONED TUSKS!)

(SHIELDS AND SPEARS!)

Riding on their horses

With their hooves called "Just"
 

SUCH FULL OF SHIT!

THEY ARE NOTHING BUT RUST!
 

Can you feel the rage

Of the mob (Hoo!), from the burg? (Hah!)

Thirty thousand leagues

From the sea to the earth
 

Serrating our sides

While they hear our cries, (Roar)

Laughing at our pain

It's a sick smile they gain.
 

Providence burns,

A Black Death mask,

Conformity dies,

No one learns
 

(FRAUD! FRAUD!)

They are masking the truth,

Cut the silver-tongue

Void and full of lies!
 

CHORUS:
 

Time is a cancer to their bones,

and their rule over the land,

We won't back down, our ambitions bared.
 

Rise from the ashes and the tar,

There is blood on every hand

Cower not, we will prevail!

(OVERTURN!)
 

Fight with your might,

For the ones you must defend, your

Fire 'pels the night,

And the stout invaders!
 

Fists in the sky,

With the swords of the brave

Tears in their eyes, they are here with no fear!
 

NO FEAR!
 

VERSE 2:
 

To resolve a decree

That is vexed from its knees,

Take from the head

All the poisonous lead
 

(BULLSHIT!)

They cried,

All betrayed and lied

Thrown to the ground

Everyone is around
 

Trapped like a herd

By the bevy of birds,

Ancestral old sod

Where they capture the cod
 

(HERE THEY COME!)

Like a ravaging storm,

Crashing down

The corroding doors


The horde destroys with a gallant stampede,

Legions form which no one can heed,

So righteous and true in faith they fought,

Collecting the souls while the bodies rot!
 

A foul stench grazes sanguine fields

Even so, no one yields,

CLASHES OF IRON, AND METAL, AND STEEL,

BEAT 'EM DOWN SO NO ONE HEALS!
 

CHORUS (REPRISE):
 

Rise from the ashes and the tar,

There is blood on every hand

Cower not, we will prevail!

(OVERTURN!)

CREDITS:

- Kenneth Candelas: Background Vocals, Drums & Percussion
- Andrew Petriske: Vocals
- Cory Boyle: Electric Guitars & Electric Bass
- Kolson Pickard: Cornets
- Jaime Marcelo: Violins
- Julian Langford: Celli
- Brittany Diaz: Vocals
- Monica Rodriguez: Soprano Vocals
- Anas Ismaili: Music Visualization Video Editor
-Andy VanDette: Mastering Engineer

The Legion

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STORY:

THE MOON SHINES BRIGHT AND A CROWD HAS GATHERED TO HEAR THE VOICE OF A YOUNG, BEAUTIFUL GYPSY IN A RED GARMENT. SHE WEEPS AS HER SONGS OF PAIN AND SORROW ARE HEARD BY THOSE SHE LIVES AMONGST.

THE RULERS OF THE DEPRIVED PEOPLE PLAYED THEIR GAMES AND OPPRESSED THEM FROM THEIR THRONES OF GOLD.

"KEEP THEM FAT AND BUSY." THE KING SAID.

"BREAD AND CIRCUSES TO THE PEOPLE! OH, BUT... DON'T MAKE THEM TOO FAT."
SYNOPSIS:

Tyranny has oppressed billions of people through the ages. It has prevented progress and has stopped people from living long, fruitful lives for the sake of greed. Money and power have corrupted our governments in secretive backrooms for thousands of years, but in our modern world it can hide no longer. The masses have listened and the word is out: we are people, not sheep. We are dreamers and innovators, not slaves. We weep and pray, unify and rebel. This is our awakening - ushering a new age of enlightenment.

"Pan y circo" is a term used to describe an appeasement tactic, imposed on politically shallow audiences. It is a form of distraction to the real problem, like mainstream media today. If a populace is entertained and fed, they will not care to learn about the intricacies of the establishment. Such is the way of antiquated Roman emperors, and kings and queens.

With a gypsy, we see through the eyes of poverty in the most passionate and affectionate form of music: flamenco.
LYRICS:
 

 

CHORUS 1:

 

"IN THE UNIVERSE,

Mother Earth spins,
And crying she asks God,
To please heal her wounds."
 
VERSE 1:

 

WE THE INNOCENT,

impudent,

irritant,

insolent.

GRIND THE SCOURS OF LIFE,

yes,

the struggle to stay alive!

Rulers

keep us buried deep

with their ponderous lies and deceit.

BIGOTRY

AT ITS FINEST!

Keep us locked away

and blind to the truth.

 

CHORUS 2:

 

"The fruit of ignorance,
Is what we have in front of us,
'Bread and circuses to the people,'
That's how it has always been."
 
VERSE 2:

 

Sovereigns seize

our one right to live,

With corruption being

their only vanguard.

Us, the sheep of princes,

the brood of simplicity...

BREAD AND CIRCUSES

FOR THE LIVESTOCK OF HUMAN KIND!

 

BRIDGE:

 

"My dreams, like yours,
Have steel chains,
Wrapped to the ambitions.
Of those who don't have dreams."

CREDITS:

- Andrew Petriske: Vocals
- Kenneth Candelas: Background Vocals, Drums & Auxiliary Percussion
- Carmen Estevez: Vocals, Cajon and Palmas (Claps)
- Lance Holloway: Electric Guitars
- Eran Polat: Flamenco Guitars 
- Dario Baez: Electric Bass
- Jonathan Block: Violins
- Julian Langford: Celli
- Anton Rosovsky (warlocklord): Digital Paintings
- Andy VanDette: Mastering Engineer

Bread and Circuses

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STORY:

WORDS OF WISDOM DO NOT HOLD SECRETS, THEY BEGET TRUTH.

THE TRUTH OF INTENTIONS AND IGNORANCE; FROM OTHERS UNTO YOU AND YOU UNTO THE WORLD.

FOR KNOWLEDGE IS LIFE, JOY, AND BEING. IT IS, OTHERWISE, A BURNING HOME.
SYNOPSIS:

"The Balance of Power" is a piece rooted in feelings of angst, jealousy, and sibling rivalry. It is a feud of differences among likeness and similarities; a relationship between those siblings and a test of character. It's ambitious, progressive sound is set within the cultures of Eastern Asia and is a fortification of the word "power."

In the land of contrasts, Asia provides a wealth of languages and diversity. Witness a combination of Mandarin Chinese, Japanese, and Tuvan throat singing as you listen to the thunderous taiko drums of Japan. Like festivals of old, such huge drums were used to sing to the gods. In retrospect, it is fitting for such a bombastic score to describe to the majesty of dragons.

LYRICS:

INTRO:


"'If thou art reckless,

Behold my frenzied dance of earth and sky.

If thou art wise,

Kiss my cheek with pride.'

This is what the Old One said."
 

"Do not wake him,

You are not ready."
 

VERSE 1:


COWARD!
 

Come and face me,

Because I need to fucking release!

Show the world what I truly am!

Death to one, the eternal king!
 

VERSE 2:
 

Who disturbs my eternal slumber?

Thou wak'st me,

Ye, ignorant of elden pansophy,

'Bandon thy hollow heart,

This temple of peace.
 

CHORUS:
 

"With every life, there is death.

With every joy, there is sorrow.

With every being, there is spirit."
 

VERSE 3:
 

I've been waiting for your demise,

They say you're beyond my expectations,

I say, rot and die!

As I rise, you shall fall,

Bow down as I transcend,

Bow down to your usurper!
 

BRIDGE:
 

"See what has been done,

By folly of your arrogance."
 

I will take what is rightfully mine,

And destroy who is next there in line,

I will be the supreme!

End these ties, gray as your fucking lies,

All the suffering things I despise,

I'll dethrone you from your crest!
 

Die?! Immortal, am I;

Begetter and butcher of worlds!

Bend to thy decadence!

Dissipate unto oblivion!
 

Fury! So effervescent, mine!

Terror is what I deed to thee,

Humble before me imbecile!

These voices will guide thee to see!
 

[Chorus]
 

OUTRO:
 

THIS, THE BALANCE OF POWER!

CREDITS:

- Kenneth Candelas: Drums & Percussion, Background Vocals, Tuvan Throat Singing
- Andrew Petriske: Vocals
- Anthony Espinal: Electric Guitars, Vocals
- Dario Baez: Electric Bass
- Zhizhi Dong: Monk Vocals
- Jonathan Block: Violins
- Julian Langford: Celli
- Laiyona Nakahishi: Taikos and Gong
- Miku Hatsune (Vocaloid): Japanese Vocals
- Yuki Kaai (Vocaloid): JapaneseVocals
- Hiyama Kiyoteru (Vocaloid): Japanese Vocals
- Anas Ismaili: Music Visualization Video Editor
- Andy VanDette: Mastering Engineer

The Balance of Power

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STORY:

LOVE IS A RARE, FLEETING THING.

IT IS THE AMALGAMATION OF HONOR, TRUTH, PARTNERSHIP, AND A DESIRE FOR GREATNESS.

WOVEN BY THE STRINGS OF FATE, YOUR JOURNEY TAKES A TURN TOWARDS THE LIGHT.

WITH THE EMBRACE OF LOVE, AND THE COMFORT OF BEING WITH YOUR COMPANIONS, YOUR ADVENTURE COMES TO A REST AS YOUR TRAVELING FRIEND BEGINS TO JOKE:


"Okay, so there's a mother and her deaf daughter...

The mother sends her deaf daughter to the supermarket to purchase five pounds of mackerel.

The deaf daughter goes to the first cashier, and is greeted with a warm "Hello, how may I help you today?"


She replies, "MEH I HAFF FIE PONS-A-MAH-KRAL PRAYZ"

Unable to understand, he asks her to repeat herself...

 
"MEH I HAFF FIE PONS-A-MAH-KRAL PRAYZ"

Unable to understand her, he sends her to the next cashier, greeted with a warm "Hello, how may I help you today?"

She replies, "MEH I HAFF FIE PONS-A-MAH-KRAL PRAYZ"

Unable to understand, he calls over the manager. The manager comes over, apologizing for the inconvenience, and asks her "Hello, how may I help you today?"

At this moment, the girl takes one hand, rubs herself and puts it near the manager's nose. He yells,


"HOLY MACKEREL--"

"FIE PONS PRAYZ!"

LYRICS:

VERSE 1:

 
On

This very day

We celebrate the joy and bliss of
 

Life,

And unify!

We raise our glasses to the sky and light up our vigor!
 

Don't

Be petrified,

You need to be true to yourself.
 

Surround

Yourself with tea,

And live in peace and be so merry for your very soul!
 

IT'S THE IRE OF GREEN!

IT'S THE IRE OF GREEN!

IT'S THE IRE OF GREEN!

HEY! HEY!
 

VERSE 2:
 

Bond

Through thick and thin.

This is a joy that is beyond
 

Belief.

An epic life!

Submerge yourself with ones you trust and bring them to the bar!
 

Come

And gather 'round,

And see the world as it was meant to


Be!

So harmonize

Within the clouds of your community and be set free!
 

CHORUS:
 

So why are you surrounded by negativity?

When we are all gay and free?

Clear yourself,

And be filled with happiness;

Strong like the winds of Ireland!
 

VERSE 3:


Now

That you can see

There's only love between us, you and
 

Me!

A jubilee!

Just look around and feel the warmth that tends us from the hearth!
 

Brethren!

Rejoice with me!

It's clear to us that we're a
 

Family.

Your legacy

Is upon the glass you drained and all the jay you passed around!
 

[Chorus]

CREDITS:

- Kenneth Candelas: Drums, Vocals
- Andrew Petriske: Vocals
- Anthony Espinal: Electric Guitars
- Phillip Ortiz: Acoustic Guitars, Cuatro, Electric Bass
- John Ryan: Penny Whistle
- Anton Rosovsky (warlocklord): Digital Paintings
- Anas Ismaili: Music Visualization Video Editor
- Andy VanDette: Mastering Engineer

The "Ire" of Green

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STORY:

I CAN BEAR IT NO LONGER. I MUST CONFESS...

FORGIVE ME, AND ALL OF MY SINS.

THE MADNESS THAT ENSNARES ME - TIED TO THOSE OLD HEINOUS MEMORIES - IS THE CRACKED MIRROR OF SANITY.

MY FRAIL HEART, AND THE TRIGGER IT PULLED AGAINST MY CONSCIOUSNESS, WAS TOO GREAT.

I AM SORRY, FOR I WAS NOT STRONG ENOUGH.
SYNOPSIS:

Konrad Duvall Cunningham never recovered from a heart condition and his life ended in tragedy. Visions of war from his deployment in Afghanistan and a home filled with pain, his condition grew worse. A man who was so involved with his community, exhibiting love and support, was hiding within the dark recesses of his troubled mind... an emotional suicide.

As the angel of death beckons him to the light, Konrad fights for his redemption. His overwhelming message is exfoliated with latin lyrics and the monstrous twelve thousand pipe organ of the Riverside Church of New York City. Depression destroyed his self, and it poisons many. It is his fight for life that we remember him for, and not how he died. His crown is made of fire, and his message is undying.

LYRICS:
 
INTRO:
 

"HOLY CITY OF GIANTS,

MONEY, BEASTS, DEVILS,

THE ANTI-CHRIST IS RAISING,

OH, FATHER OF EVIL!"
 

VERSE 1:

 
"As I soar through the sky,

I judge those who cross divine planes,

The hourglass slowly expels,

The flame that guides him slowly dies."
 

CHORUS:
 

The planes beneath,

Will be engulfed,

In flames of incandescent fire!

Consume!

All the vices,

Of the one redeemed in mire!

Pain!

Unexplored to those,

Who prey upon the mourn,

Burn!

And be stricken,

Now and all forevermore!


BRIDGE:
 

"Death follows me,

Fear entices thee,

Burning the canvas,

Sears these mortals, 

Angel of death takes the first,

Into a grave of thorns,

It is this,

Chosen by he,

For fire is a crown,

To he, the one who is untimely damned!"
 

("HAIL TO ME!")

 
VERSE 2:
 

Covet into desperation,

Hope from you is all in vain,

Strength is fading,

IT CONDEMNS THOSE WHO BELIEVE THAT YOU ARE FREE!
 

[Bridge]


[Chorus]

 
VERSE 3:
 

THY SPIRIT CONSUMES THE PURE OF HEART,

IT IS THE ESSENCE OF THY ART,

Quite deadly my blood boils,

Bringing an end to this turmoil,

It has taken me to a place beyond darkness,

This world,

A void of emptiness,

Is yet filled with the phlegm of the dead,

And It brings all to tears!
 

[Chorus]


[Intro]
 

OUTRO:
 

I AM THE GHOST,

I WALK THROUGH WALLS.

CREDITS:

- Kenneth Candelas: Vocals, Drums & Percussion, Harpsichord
- Andrew Petriske: Vocals
- Cory Boyle: Electric Guitars
- Dario Baez: Electric Bass
- Jaime Marcelo: Violins
- Ariana Solotoff: Violas
- Julian Langford: Celli
- Despina Amanatidis: Mezzo-Soprano Vocals
- Maria Grispin: Soprano Vocals
- Charlotte Bennett: Alto Vocals
- Travis Davidson: Tenor Vocals
- Jason Mitchell: Bass Vocals
- Christopher Johnson: Pipe Organ
- GRFlyers: Music Visualization Video Editor
- Andy VanDette: Mastering Engineer

An Angel of Darkness

An Angel Of Darkness

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SYNOPSIS:

Death is the guarantee we all know and respect. For millennia, humanity has pondered on what lies beyond this world. Sightings of paranormal activity, superstitious traditions, and scientific discovery have all contributed to the question: is there an afterlife? The Sumerians, as well as many Mesopotamian countries, created our species' first written language. It was only fitting to imagine our descent into darkness with music inspired by those lands - for they were the first to describe it.

Written in Arabic, "Into the Pits of Oblivion & Unforgotten Kin" pays homage to a beloved friend: Kenneth Amadeus Batista. Through his death, Homerik imagined his experience into the depths - true to Kenny's undying love for Metal music. Rather than raging hellfire in usual Metal fashion, Kenny walks down a spiraling staircase of stone, unable to go back. It is a cold and perilous descent, and it signifies the fear of our own passings.

LYRICS:

CHORUS:

 
HE STUMBLED UPON,

-----------

As a part of me!

As a part of us!

 
INTO HIS ROOTED GRAVE.

-----------

Don't abandon me,

In this great demise!


IT WAS BY CHANCE,

-----------

You are not alone through

This demolished time!
 

DEATH WAS NOT UP TO HIM.

-----------

Come back now to reality,

Tragedy!

 
VERSE 1:
 

Sadness confides in you,

It pains, it burns, it troubles you.

 
Anger enrages you,

It will cut, incise, deprave you.
 

He under the earth

Took away the one that belongs to you.
 

The final resting place

OF WHAT WAS OUR LOST UNFORGOTTEN KIN!
 

CHORUS 2:
 

HE'S STUCK IN LIMBO,

-----------

It came as a surprise

we could never foresee!
 

IN PERIL, COULD NOT THWART THE DARK.

-----------

He's our brother, our brother,

Like you are to me!
 

JUDGED BY KING MINOS,

-----------

Mending, healing, reclaiming

the scars inside me!
 

AWARE OR IGNORANT.

-----------

Even though he's not here,

he lives immortally!

 
VERSE 2:
 

Rows of fables

You deny

The presence of your peers,
 

Hiding behind

The reason

You wish not to reveal.
 

Caving the gorge

Of the ones

Who wish to just console,


Now it is filled

With the grief

Of once was to behold.
 

Wasting away

Precious time

Before impending doom,
 

Here they all stand

Waking up

Only to lament you.
 

Steps that record

The vestige

Of fellow brotherhood,
 

Absent is he

Could not grasp

WHAT HE COULD REALLY BE!
 

OUTRO:


BROTHER!


Give him to me!

Give him to me!

Give him to me!


Give him to me!

Give him to me!


"Belial comes for you

Comes for you, comes for you!

One of several kings in hell!"

CREDITS:

- Kenneth Candelas: Drums, Vocals, Tuvan Throat Singing
- Andrew Petriske: Vocals
- Anthony Espinal: Electric Guitars
- Daniel Cassidy: Electric Bass
- Hritwik Ghosh: Tablas
- Purnash Durgaprasad: Tanara Vocals
- Laiyona Nakahishi: Taikos
- Obed Gonzalez: Vocals
- Anas Ismaili: Music Visualization Video Editor
- Andy VanDette: Mastering Engineer

Unforgotten Kin

ORDER "HOMERIK" NOW:
****http://market.homerik.org/album/homerik****

GET 3 FREE EPIC SONGS!
**** http://embark.homerik.org/now ****

MERCH: http://market.homerik.org

Read the story at http://homerik.org/intothepitsofoblivion-unforgottenkin

SYNOPSIS:

Death is the guarantee we all know and respect. For millennia, humanity has pondered on what lies beyond this world. Sightings of paranormal activity, superstitious traditions, and scientific discovery have all contributed to the question: is there an afterlife? The Sumerians, as well as many Mesopotamian countries, created our species' first written language. It was only fitting to imagine our descent into darkness with music inspired by those lands - for they were the first to describe it.

Written in Arabic, "Into the Pits of Oblivion & Unforgotten Kin" pays homage to a beloved friend: Kenneth Amadeus Batista. Through his death, Homerik imagined his experience into the depths - true to Kenny's undying love for Metal music. Rather than raging hellfire in usual Metal fashion, Kenny walks down a spiraling staircase of stone, unable to go back. It is a cold and perilous descent, and it signifies the fear of our own passings.

LYRICS:

INTRO:

 

In the dark shadows

Of the abyss

There is a demon.

A demon who,

After falling from grace,

Conquers those who perish --

Perish into his land

And cry out his name

Under judgement.

 

But who can free themselves

from this eternal grasp?

These are the words spoken,

BESIEGED,

BESIEGED,

BESIEGED

IN THE PITS OF OBLIVION.

 

"Belial comes for you
Comes for you, comes for you!
One of several kings in hell!"

CREDITS:

- Kenneth Candelas: Drums, Vocals, Tuvan Throat Singing
- Andrew Petriske: Vocals
- Anthony Espinal: Electric Guitars
- Daniel Cassidy: Electric Bass
- Hritwik Ghosh: Tablas
- Purnash Durgaprasad: Tanara Vocals
- Laiyona Nakahishi: Taikos
- Obed Gonzalez: Vocals
- Anas Ismaili: Music Visualization Video Editor
- Andy VanDette: Mastering Engineer

Into the Pits of Oblivion

An audio ear-training course for recording engineers, producers and musicians. Moulton started doing such training as an educational exercise for students back in 1969, and has since used it everywhere. In 1992, KIQ Productions asked Moulton to make it commercially available, and the rest is history.

Drillset 3, with Drillset 4 Warmups

Ken Candelas

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