A few weeks back, Jared “Muffdawg” Wesley from ShedRat Industries interviewed me for his Facebook talk-show The Hole Conversation. We spoke about some upcoming releases for Sumptus Ignis, the creative process behind Caustic Reverie, my approach to game soundtracks, and my upcoming novel. Check it out!
Whispers from the long-departed
Songs of stillness carved in silence
Sorrowed secrets, words of anger
Locked in time like wasps in amber
Clutching hands – Fever shakes
The concrete bed so cold
Rags over bone
Staring bloodshot
Insomniac dreams intrude
Staining the landscape
Obscenity unseen
Desperation lingering
A broken thing discarded
Ragged nails – Plow the scars
The hunger digs below
Deep in the soul
Boiling empty
Chew the dregs
Digest the filth of decisions past
Every waking moment – Voices of the dead
Phantom vicious babble – Drains his sanity
Constant mental battle – Hear them screaming
Nightmares never buried – The traumas trail his life
Eyes closed – Still the visions remain
The past tears through the comforting lies
Cracked skull – the walls are crumbling down
Burdened by atrocity
Blistered grin – A vulture’s laugh
like rusted links of chain
Dropped to the earth
Broken shackles – the guilt undone
Forgiveness comes with a gift of silence
Ash and alabaster
Buried Century
No headstones to describe
The silence beneath
Wastes bled white
Unbroken miles shriek
Grim winds standing guard
For what fools would unleash
Dread swords in slumber
Forged from hate and aggression
Armaments of cold disdain
Woe awaits
Devastation
Deferred but unrelenting
Though we stand at December’s end
The winter rages on and on
Our frozen fears are never far
Until the ice has come to thaw
Patient pestilence aplenty
Persisting under the ice
Hidden from sight and mind, they linger
The worms shall have their turn
The legacy of bloodless feuds
From forestalled enmity to total ruin
Permafrost to slush
The glaciers weep
Dead oceans stretch their fingers
All borders erased
When warmer winters rage
And shielding snows subside
The flotsam on the rising seas
Shall bear an ill tide
Disbelief washes over him
Sight erased by an unspeakable fate
Swallowed up by blissful waves of gray
The mind reacts to save itself — too late
Glimpses from a realm beyond
Through the cracks of the world
A shimmer in the dark
The night grows colder
The gods return
As is foretold
To reign insane
So shall They rise
The world of man
When blackest stars
With force reclaimed
Again align
Broken minds heralding the day
Twisted fingers trace the glyphs – dark rituals
Fragments of the eldritch arts
Sorceries lost to time return in dreams
Unspeakable blasphemies
All shall sing praise to the devourer
Sprawling entity
Awakening
Nightmare manifest
Disgorge the cosmic rift
The faithful shall be blessed
With slaughter swift
To satiate the fiends from slumber
In the stillness
Hot breath of decay
Dead sky crushing down sweltering
A stinking weight
Oppression
Conversations of carrion
Black waters yawn
Awaiting your misstep
Surrounded by watchful eyes
Driven to the edge
Beyond the blighted shore
A victim of obsession
Drawn into the mire
Hunting for a ghost
Among the flies
Hear them sing
Lips of phantoms
Whispering
From the depths
Fists of bone
Erupt to ensnare
Fallen trees stare
Hungry and vigilant
In the half light
Hope leads the eyes astray
Every shadow concealing
The pale limbs
Dancing out of reach
The beauty of the bog
Claims another wanderer
Aside from getting more releases published on Kunaki, I’ve been taking a break from Caustic Reverie. I’m getting back into a more rock-based songwriting mode. There’s a contest on the SA forums to write a song based on a random Wikipedia entry that I’ve entered, so the past week or so I’ve been trying to put something together.
The lucky article: Jagadish Chandra Bose, a noted Indian physicist and Royal Society member who may have beaten Marconi to the punch on wireless transmission; a man who didn’t rest on laurels (or patents) and ended up devoting some major study to biology and plant growth.
This theme turned out to be much more workable for me than the Panama Canal was in the last contest. I’ve written a song about one of his books entitled Response in the Living and Non-Living. Below is the work-in-progress demo with scratch vocals and some VST instruments that I’d like to replace.
