Here are some more songs from my previous project, but have used two of the songs as they fit the subject matter with which is being sung about. The first song The Wandering Soothsayer of Outlandish Boots, is a precursor to Laarg`s character. This song was recorded but never released.
THE WANDERING SOOTHSAYER OF OUTLANDISH BOOTS
Through many lands and long ago,he tarried seeking knowledge of the earth below his feet. What strange wonders did it hold? His tale begins from legends long ago, wandering his quest unfolds.
Upon the mountains to seek wisdom of nature, speaking with and listening of their ancient place snow covered giant ogres. Steeped in mystery they are keepers of this dark wonder.
Further on he strolled to the forests, many discussions with archaic trees. An eerie atmosphere in the forest, moss leaves and creatures. He worked many unfathomable magicks, he learned from the trees. Which taught him, always listening understanding their true majestic might. Preserving their legacy.
THE SORROW OF THE ANCIENT FOREST
Enshrined in mystery, the forest old and grim. Solid as the earth that holds it in its ancient place. Oak trees covered this land gnarled ripped and old, rooted menacing grim and proud. Praised in antiquity when nomadic tribes roamed free living amongst this dense forest.
Holding sagas of yore, upon nightfall the moon emblazoned upon the blackened sky. The trees illuminated in majestic wonder, stark pure and real but what secrets belie?
But aeons since this esoteric magical time humanity has turned its back on the forest. It stands bereft and its secrets lost, the trees turn to misanthropy and hatred to mankind. Silent they are, a malevolent force black the time has come into darkness
WARRIORS OF A BLACKENED LAND OF YORE
They ride into the valley on horses from a distant land, the warriors hold on the crest of a hill. Black clouds hang grim like crows in this dark density of aggression. The rainfalls from the death like sky upon them, the war horns are sounded they charge forth.
Their enemy waits stood still like stone tyrants, with swords and shields. The first strikes are made in the blackness of harsh aggression, swords clack the roar of battle. As the warriors grip on its enemy tightens, blood flows like a sea of misery. In the valley as the battle goes on dissecting their foe, which has plagued the warriors for aeons.
The aftermath of warfare leaves blood strewn carcasses they are triumphant, the mountains are silent witnesses to this battle they look on in silence knowing they have risen above their torment and can reign their lands evermore.