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Dreaming Spire

by Runeshard

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obscuur Many years after buying my first metal album in 1996, namely Bal-Sagoth's Starfire Burning..., I am once again enthralled by a sound that tickles my love of anything fantasy. Thank you Bálint for bringing this epic majesty that is Runeshard! Favorite track: Atlantean Sword.
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Arrogant Bastard Boy does this tickle my pocket protector. Dreaming Spire exudes an exquisitely nerd-driven feel, brimming with triumphant medieval synths, soaring fiery hooks and lyrical geekery rivaling that of Gygax.
Bal-Sagoth fans rejoice!
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futuristic Caylen-Tor Damn, how much i have missed this kind of sound!!
keep it up!! Favorite track: Atlantean Sword.
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Heavy footfalls echo amidst the hollow passages, troubled, yet firm steps gracing the emptiness. In the flickering light of a torch a hooded silhouette traverses these halls. Myriad of ebon steps await him to ascend this gnarled spire. Croaking under the weight of grim tidings, scaling unwavering to warn his master. Awake! Take Flight! On ebon wings you'll fly, Flee from the Dreaming Spire. Stormclouds gather in the east, Heralding your doom, From the freezing mist they emerge with crimson banners and spears agleam in the pale moonlight. - "Your Majesty! Lord of the everlasting sky!" The Dragonlord lies still atop his obsidian throne, while the freezing cold bites deep, down to their bones. The march of the Crimson Legion rouses these desolate lands, even the blue ice beneath the ash groans in pain in the distance. Flickering pale blue ghostly flames lit anew, In the cast-iron braziers of this barren hall, The will of the Dragonlord breaks free from its icy haze, His dreary eyes reflecting the lights still radiating grace. For the glory of my ice-bound kingdom, I stand guard once more. The barbarian hordes sweep across the land, Marching towards the Dreaming Spire, The mountains echo the chants of war. While the horizon glares with fire. Bodies of grim warriors litter the plain. White snow painted with pools of crimson stain. A lifeless body, a gargantuan beast Lying still amidst the corpses of the slain. And the legend of the Dreaming Spire shall be encased in the ice, forever!
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For so long I've roamed these endless wastes I, scion of ancient kings I, protector of eldritch lore Invoker of the outer dark Swordbearer highlord. An odyssey of an ancient quest Led me to these forlorn lands Blue sun looms over ruffled waves In the shadow of the Crimson Gates Forsaken by the brooding gods I shall seek the knowledge lost Thwarted by the threads of fate I'll still return through the Crimson Gates For so long I've dreamt of this ancient plane I've seen it in the visions of the slain As the rightful ruler of the Ruby Throne I'll vanquish all my foes and revel in their doom Rex Draconis! Sanguis Dracones! As I stride broodingly Atop my regal ship Arcane winds I conjured By demonic powers Aided by allies unseen Beings wrought of primal winds I call upon the chaosborn To strengthen my lithe frame An odyssey of an ancient quest Led me to these forlorn lands Blue sun looms over ruffled waves In the shadow of the Crimson Gates Forsaken by the brooding gods I shall seek the knowledge lost Thwarted by the threads of fate I returned across the Crimson Gates
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Ere the world dreamt its primordial dream Elder gods dwelt upon this secluded peak Here, at the summit of this otherwordly realm Lies a blade, a remnant of the Atlantean age. Forged in times of ancient past Wrought of gleaming steel Tempered in arcane fire By the runecarvers' zeal. Its hilt wrapped in dragonhide adorned with silver rings, Enchanted by the grim spells of sorcerer-kings. Behold! At last the command is mine, I shall march with the legions, And claim this sword, it shall be mine. Banners have now gathered as far as the eyes can see Warriors sterner than the ice Hone their skills, for carnage comes. Sounds of anvils echo Amidst these grim snowy peaks The dark oracle casts his runes And augurs our destiny Warriors of the Empire! Kneel before the might of his supreme majesty. Upon the tallest peak shrouded by everlasting fog Old guardians come to life Animated from the stone By an ancient oath The guardians are taken aback Repelled by the warriors' zeal The blaring clanks of steel on stone Are soon followed by dead silence, His majesty stands alone.

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released March 9, 2018

Performed by:
Alethiuz - vocals and narrations
Bálint Kemény - guitars and keyboards

All music composed by Bálint Kemény
Lyrics written by Bálint Kemény

Recorded in 2018 by Bálint Kemény and Alethiuz
Guitars recorded at Reamp Studio, Budapest
Mixed and mastered at Trollhouse Audio (www.trollhouseaudio.com)
Logo and artwork by Gragoth (www.luciferiumwargraphics.com)

Special effects on The Coronation:
"Horse Galloping" by Max_Headroom at freesound.org
"Creepy Dungeon Door Slam" by Hybrid_V at freesound.org

Extra special thanks to:
Henri Sorvali, Henry Mahy, Anett Horváth, Márk Wencler, István Vasvári and László Dudaszeg

Special thanks to:
Family, Friends and You for your support

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