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Boom
Boom
chikt (light switch being turned on)
boom
boom
rattle (medical equipment on operating theater)
heart thumping
voices sounding distant, encased in fog
Doctor: "What am i looking at nurse?"
Nurse: "he's a mystery sir, he's been showing mental problems for sometime, most likely a side effect of the conditioning he's received from the..."
*Interupting*
Doctor: "that doesn't explain why he's here"
*light buzzing (big overhead lights used in operating theatres)*
*sound panning left to right*
Nurse:"he's a mystery, one by one his organs began to shutdown...
he's dieing and ... *static* ....st cant locate the cause, so we called you."
Doctor: "brilliant, just fucking brilliant. So because of someone else's incompetence i'm picking up the pieces of a patient i dont specialize in? just what i needed...
Nurse:"do i need to remind you how imperative it is that he survives, doctor"
*beeping*
Nurse: "He's going into shock!"
Doctor: "Sound the alarm and get the response team in here NOW! Dont you die on me you son of a bitch im not going to have a cunt like you fuck up my record!"
*THUMP*
*laboured breathing*
*thump*
Sound slows down, Heart beat slowing
heart beat irregular, stopping
redline
fade out
silence
This is a album i've been thinking about doing, part instrumental at this early stage, everything subject to change.
This is The first track, it's all ambiance, think of it as a conversation, as if you where watching it on tv,
it's taken from first person perspective, your the patient, and at the end of your life in a hospital dieing from an unknown unexplainable illness.
well i've done more work on it and defined alot of riffs for the second song that i want and heres the next part of the story
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The World Burns.
It's Beautiful to behold just the sheer power my awakening unleased apon a world not yet ready to cope with the knowledge that sears through my mind.
But it does not last and the fires that lined the sky and the stars newly formed return once more to the universe, leaving a night sky choking on debre, smoke and ash.
But where to from here?
I ask myself that question yet again as i unconsiously ook to my watch for the time, only to realise that it stopped working when i crossed over.
Kicking the red grass-choked dust in front of me the realisation that i'm all alone in a dried and desolate desert begins to sink in. I'm increidbly exposed here and with the complete lack of food and under fading sunilght, dread creeps its way up my spine, whispering so softly on my neck that the words are lost, but hte meaning is heard clear as day.
Retracing my walk along the precipace I spy for what little shelter i can find, while gathering the long dead shrubs and grass for a meagre fire to fend off the dark night deserts deadly chill.
Using a piece of flint and stone i strike a fire with my grass tinder and settle down for the night in my medocre cave while my fire makes the walls dance with shadows and illusions
For a minute i thought i saw SOMETHING, with golden eyes, staring back at me through the fire and flames.
It Must just be my imagination i tell myself as i roll over for a cold fitful sleep.