Orb
05-26-2007, 03:43
In progress. Something I've felt like doing for a while. Not as if I'm ever going to do anything with these :)
I recently dug up the idea, and remembered a short story notion which didn't really work in that format. Just the lyrics for the first 'song' up at the moment.
FALLING FROM THE TREE-TOPS
ORB
I – Proclamation By God
II – The Swarming People
III – Entrance of the Champion
IV – How Far Can You Run?
V – Falling From The Treetops (I)
VI – Calcitrat
VII – Semper Sequi
VIII – Falling From The Treetops (II)
IX – Return of the Champion
X – False Move By God
Proclamation By God
I'm here!
Hear me!
I am he, who made both sun and moon,
I am he, who crafted sea and sky,
I am he, who granted bough and dune,
I am he and I declare that He must die
From my seed there grew the oak, that yet shall be his pyre!
From my dung there formed the ground, on which he shall expire!
I am he, who gives both light and dark
I am he, who supplies storm and calm,
I am he, who tends the sand and bark,
I am he and I declare that He must come to harm
With my thoughts I shaped the void, which soon will fill His head.
With my hands I built the man, whose hands will make Him dead.
I am he!
He must die!
I recently dug up the idea, and remembered a short story notion which didn't really work in that format. Just the lyrics for the first 'song' up at the moment.
FALLING FROM THE TREE-TOPS
ORB
I – Proclamation By God
II – The Swarming People
III – Entrance of the Champion
IV – How Far Can You Run?
V – Falling From The Treetops (I)
VI – Calcitrat
VII – Semper Sequi
VIII – Falling From The Treetops (II)
IX – Return of the Champion
X – False Move By God
Proclamation By God
I'm here!
Hear me!
I am he, who made both sun and moon,
I am he, who crafted sea and sky,
I am he, who granted bough and dune,
I am he and I declare that He must die
From my seed there grew the oak, that yet shall be his pyre!
From my dung there formed the ground, on which he shall expire!
I am he, who gives both light and dark
I am he, who supplies storm and calm,
I am he, who tends the sand and bark,
I am he and I declare that He must come to harm
With my thoughts I shaped the void, which soon will fill His head.
With my hands I built the man, whose hands will make Him dead.
I am he!
He must die!