Geralt races to the town only to find Renfri's band already tearing up the place. The time for talking is over and Geralt earns the moniker "Butcher of Blaviken" after being exiled by the alderman doing him one last favor by keeping the townspeople out of the way.

Butcher Of Blaviken

My contribution to the "Creator Challenge Downpour" by SoundIron 2023. Used 2 Instances of the free Soundpack "Rainsong". A cinematic atmosphere. 

Full video on Youtube https://youtu.be/KkMyI48mNf4
As usual comments are appreciated.

It is Raining

Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me.
Down, down, down.

The value of your virtue.
Is decided by someone.
Whom on a glancing glance at you.
Decided you were wrong.
"You'll never be a prince or king.
You can not wish for everything.
You'll not amount to anything.
There's nothing in this life."

Now, there's a lesson somewhere. 
But, I don't think it's begun.
And I can't help from smiling.
As I'm sitting 'neath the sun
"I won't worship commodities.
I feel like doing as I please.
Don't fancy falling, sprawling.
Pleasing every single one."

I declare that there is nothing I can do to win.
Put out there, that I won't try.
Don't know where to begin.
I declare that I will make the best of what I have.
I declare I don't agree that everything is bad.
I declare that I will take what I can get for free.
I declare that looking down is not the remedy.
I agree that any pen can conquer any knife.
I will not take your holiday.
I'd rather live a life.

Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me.
Down, down, down. 

Oh, mother won't you give me.
Some of your advice for free.
Because, when I tried to join them all.
They up and raised the fee.
"I'll never find the golden key,
Upon the ledge of destiny.
Some people are just born lucky.
And I'm not one of them."

I'll never be a player.
Who sits playing his french horn.
I'd never be a doctor.
In the caste where I was born.
"Seems while we choose our destiny.
We only choose periphery.
There's many things you could not be.
Whatever choice you took."

I declare in spite of this, I'm aiming for the win.
I believe that at the starts, the right place to begin.
I declare that I might fly before I learn to run.
I believe that everything is okay in the sun.
I declare that I won't work, to work another another day.
I believe there's gotta be some other better way.
I declare that any pen can conquer any knife.
I declare through everything. 
I'm gonna live a life.

Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me.
Down, down, down.

I Declare

Silene - Fleursonseaux
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Silene

Introduction and Lyrics in English:

The ghost forest really does exist on the German Baltic coast. Over the centuries, the beech, oak and ash trees have taken on bizarre shapes due to the Baltic wind and the many storms. To me, they look like bent, crooked figures that seem to be on the run from the recurring storms. 
As almost all the trees have only one crown and are completely bare underneath, they also give me the impression that they have shut themselves off from the fury of the storms and withdrawn into themselves.
In my imagination, the storms stand for the inner ghosts or demons that more or less haunt everyone rarely, sometimes often or always at night.  
For me, the trees in turn symbolize the sometimes panic-like fears and the need to flee when the inner ghosts appear.   
At the same time, in my mind the trees also stand for the great achievement of some people who nevertheless live and continue to live under the impression of permanent demonic inner storms: Admittedly somehow crooked, slanted and crooked; but nevertheless in a marvelous way peculiar, unmistakable and original.
This is the background against which the song ""Ghostly Forest"" was created.

Ghostly forest

Every night you are there
Like a fool tormenting me with relish
Like a sneering clown
You force me to look into my abyss

Mmh

Fall deep, almost unbearable these soul wounds
Give me this one shot that pulls me out of the tunnel of pain
aah

You tell me dark things
Accuse me, expose me, make me small
You put me before the last judgement
Spit brazenly in my scarred face

You give me the feeling
That all I want is to die, to be dead
Oooh
Seemingly salvation, consolation

No! Get up!
Get to your feet!
At the bottom
You're still healthy,

I was 
In the ghostly forest
I lost my way there,
I still find the gap
Which leads me to my Yes! to life
Leads me to life!

You never leave me in peace
Give me new blisters every night

When I think I've banished you now,
You come prancing in from the left

Not one tired night 
I woke up without your fearful bite
Behind windows, doors, cupboards you sit 
Always ready for the nightmare leap

This morning
my deepest soul centre would have almost
faded before you

You were on the verge of destroying my core
Dishonouring my dignity beyond repair

A deflated moment
Who knows only silence, rigor mortis
Oooh
Already thought I'd never return

No! Get up!
Get to your feet!
At the bottom
You're still healthy,

I was 
In the ghostly forest
I lost my way there,
I still find the gap
Which leads me to my Yes! to life
Leads me to life!

Gespensterwald (Ghostly Forest)

This is a fun dance songs with a lot of Arabic adlibs to bring this song to life. Special thanks to Tom. Horner, Khalednk, and Vinicius for their work on this project. Turn it up, and Stomp.

Blue Stomp

Rock/blues song written, arranged & produced by John Hardman
John Hardman - vocals, guitar
Lynn John Sheppard - Bass
Dave Rea - rhythm guitar
(c)(p) 2025 Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

If I Could Tell You Something - John Hardman

There it is-again
Amber, maybe orange
Half-hearted warning, not urgent, not bored
Blink, gone
Hey, it's back
A flicker, a wink, a mechanical tic
or maybe it's just shy
Could be the sun
Could be
A reflection of something I forgot

So, I pop the hood
Poke around with the wrong end of a spoon
Jiggle a cable
(a confident nod to no one)
Check the cap, pat the battery
whisper: "You okay?"
The engine stares at me
deadpan, unimpressed
like a doctor at my annual checkup
who's just found my browser history

Google says: "Loose gas cap"
Grandpa says: "Spirit trapped inside"
Mechanic says, "That's normal for this model"
I nod
Pretend I know what normal is
Pretend the light cares

The light is on
and off
and on
Maybe it's my signal
Maybe it's Morse code
Maybe it's love
or low-grade cosmic threat
I blink twice
It blinks back
Who's warning who here?

Maybe the car is lonely
craving existential meaning
Maybe it's asking for therapy
or more podcasts
or a different kind of fuel
Maybe it needs to talk
about its childhood

My neighbor says, "It's the universe
giving you a sign"
My barista says
"You need a vacation"
My phone suggests a playlist called
"Songs for Unexplained Warning Lights"
(Now that's suspicious)

The light is on
and so am I
Lying awake at 2 am
googling symptoms I don't have
Maybe I'm the check engine
Maybe I'm the one
blinking
on and off
hoping someone's paying attention

What if the light's for the things I can't fix?
What if it's grief
or taxes
or unfinished novels?
Is there a scanner
for existential dread?
Can I tighten my soul with a twist of a cap?
Do I need premium dreams?
Or just more air in the metaphorical tires?

The light is on
Don't know what it means
Maybe I'm warning myself
Maybe I'm the mystery
the dashboard blinking
the unresolved riddle
rolling downhill
engine running
mind humming
watching for smoke
that never comes

The light is on
I'll keep driving
Maybe it'll turn off
Maybe I will
Maybe that's all we ever get
A sign we can't read
and a road that doesn't care

The light is on!
The light is on
The light ...

The Light Is On

Girl Crush by Little Big Town

2. C57 • Avec Jésus dans le sanctuaire

Fresh Squeezed

Deutscher Singer-Songwriter über fünfzig Jahre alt. Seit fast vierzig Jahren schreibe und singe ich Lieder. Mein Hauptinstrument ist die akustische Gitarre, aber ich mag auch Perkussionsinstrumente (Cajon, Maracas, Gurio). Ich liebe es, melancholische und poetische Balladen zu komponieren. Aber manchmal schreibe ich auch (schwarze) humorvolle Songs, Jazzstyle und -Rocksongs. Meine Hauptsprache ist Deutsch. Aber in Zukunft will ich mehr Songs auf Englisch und vereinzelt auch Französisch schreiben.
In meinen Kompositionen bin ich inspiriert von Leonard Cohen, John Lennon, Jacques Brel, Van Morrison und Bob Dylan. Auf meinen Platten spiele und singe ich alles alleine. Meine Vision für die Zukunft ist es, Musiker aus verschiedenen Kulturen zu finden, die gerne ihre Tracks mit mir teilen wollen.
Mein persönliches Mantra ist ein Satz, der von Paul Mccartney auf dem Beatles-Album "Abbey Road auf dem Track "In the end" vor fast Fünfzig Jahren geschrieben wurde:

Die Liebe, die Du bekommst ist gleich der Liebe, die Du gibst.

German singer-songwriter over fifty years old. For almost forty years I have been writing and singing songs. My main instrument is the acoustic guitar, but I also like percussion instruments (Cajon, Maracas, Gurio). I love composing melancholic and poetic ballads. But sometimes I also write (black) humorous songs, jazz style and rock songs. My main language is German. But in the future I want to write more songs in English and occasionally also in French.
In my compositions I am inspired by Leonard Cohen, John Lennon, Jacques Brel, Van Morrison and Bob Dylan. On my records I play and sing all by myself. My vision for the future is to find musicians from different cultures who would like to share their tracks with me.
My personal mantra is a sentence written by Paul Mccartney on the Beatles album "Abbey Road on the track "In the end" almost fifty years ago:

The love you take is equal to the love you make.

Gespensterwald (Ghostly Forest)

Karlit-O-Kay (K-O-K)