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Prophecy of the Dark Herald

Dark herald calls 20, the death of great blue skies
brings forth black seas and make the heavens cry.
Ere the mirrored giant morns his shattered hands
and cries for broken feet, calling down old failings
to mend the old heat.

From blackened sands arise the warden
born of hollowed core ending the hate of the kinsfire war.
Dark herald trumpets call grabbing many,
killing all. The warden’s kindred will fall.
All good things come to an end,
old wounds heal, new wounds form
the phoenix shall rise.

Shadow’s soldier awaits a sign of release
for brothers banished 20 million in all.

Warden and seven hears the call
and darkened armies call forth the warden’s fall.
The mirrored giant’s hands and feet shall be
made anew when the phoenix falls
and the seven’s blood runs an angry red.

But to where next the dark herald calls
is but yet to be said…

The Church

A lone figure trod down the empty street, her single burden pressing against her side hip annoyingly, sweat glistened on her face and frustratingly she wiped it off. It was hot. The figure glanced down a shadowy ally as she saw something move in the corner of her eye. she did not know why she had been chosen to deliver her cursed package to the man in the church, only that if she didn’t a lot of people were going to die quite horribly.

“like old man parker did” she shuddered as she tried to banish the thought of the old mans corpse hanging from the front of the court house, but the site of the blood dripping down from the skinless body was burned into her memory as she hung their screaming as he begged to be released from his suffering.

She brushed a tear from her cheek and hurried onward towards the church. As it came into view she gasped at the changes that had been made; the walls bulged outward as if trying to contain a foul contents which no sane man could safely describe, the walls itself had a plentiful layer of clear slime which had leaked from in between the wooden panels. The windows were blackened and cracked and the stain glass windows which had once held pictures of angels and of the dear virgin Mary were twisted into a foul representation of demons chasing a defiled and naked woman through a maze of spikes.

The girl made a sign of the cross and stepped in front of the door. Petrified she knelt on the sun warmed pavement and murmured the lords prayer, in the back of her mind a voice whispered dark thoughts: “there is no God, only the book, bring us the book!” the voice hissed. The girl ignored the whispers within her head and continued her prayer in the heat, the girl slowly got up off her knees and unwrapped the plastic bag; within the bag was a large book, the cover was bound in a wrinkly leather which she could not identify the book looked plain yet felt as if its contents would surly destroy what was left of her sanity.

The two large doors of the church flung open spraying a coating of slime into the air and a horrid smell rose from within the building and fouled the air with it’s presence. The girl gave a start when the doors crashed opened and bile rose to her mouth as the smell hit her. She dropped the book and started to vomit, a hissing laughter entered her ears as she continued to empty her stomach of any and all things within it. “Bring me the book child and the town shall be spared” a muffled voice commanded her from within the bowls of the desecrated church, the girl wiped her mouth from the filth and picked up the book and wiped the slime from it, she shuddered as she tried to shake the stuff off her hand.

Within the church was a nightmare no man or woman was meant to witness. The walls were covered with living slimy flesh of people who had been foolish enough to try and fight the man within the church, within the center of the church was rows of benches of which were covered with a thick layer of blood, entrails and the occasionally topped off with a head or two.

At the back of the church was the alter and a man who sat upon it as if it were a throne, the girl moved closer towards the man and saw that his eyes had been gouged from his head leaving large hollow sockets filled with puss and blood. Blood glistened on his face as if it were sweat, slowly he extended his which was but a stump and spoke a single word “Book!” he gargled blood and slime spilled from his lips.

The girl walked slowly up between the rows of benches trying to ignore the fleshy sounds the carpet was making as she walked upon it, she place the book upon his lap and a gurgle of joy rose from his mouth spilling more blood onto his face “At last I have the Necronomicon, now the Old Ones shall rise from their slumber and take their bounty of flesh, as promised the town shall be spared but the people, are another matter.” The man laughed as the girl ran from the church screaming, the echo of laughter followed her out from that horror of flesh and bone…

The Herald hath come

Darkness fell over the world, one city after another plummeted into its embrace. One after another each person fell into their patterns of sleep and dream, darkness being a primal fear of all humanity, yet it was the most personal, some were enveloped within it.  Comforted within their own dark little world, others felt strangled, The fear grasped and choked them like a killer. Others it talked to them; whispered untold truths and lies into the depths of their soul, caressing them like a mother or lover, promises told willingly in whispers and hidden smiles.

This is how it ended, the human race put up little of a fight most never knew what had befallen or even if they had awoken. Within the turn of one night humanity knelt down, laid onto the floor and gave up without as much as a breath. Some would say the world was better off, others would weep over what was the passing, The animals and the wind ceased to move or make a sound, it was as if a light switch had been turned off and the last person out of the building had closed the door and went home for the night. All was still.

It crept over the land, the Darkness. One after another it touched a body, some slightly others were engulfed then it went on to the next. Looking at this pitch black one would see no form, it was not a cloud or of anything that could be described by humans, looking into it would be as Niezche had said about looking into an abysses, formless and soulless. one after another it placed it self on hand, foot and head. It was in no rush, the world could wait.

Leisurely moving along the color seemed to drain out of the surrounding leaving even the most vivid of flowers grain and drained. Slowly shape had begun to form in the cloud as it moved, at first it gained height and it grew thin. out of its nothingness limbs formed. First feet; upon which it stood on the cracked colorless ground. Then a powerful set of arms appeared each perfectly formed yet with not a wrinkle or feature to discern its identity.

The body came next, sucking up the black it grew definitively male, yet no genitals or other discerning features. Next came the head, the horrid visage many would look on yet remember very little. Its features were blank. No eyes, nose, ears, mouth or hair.

It was blank, it began walking and slowly touching each body as if to rouse it. ever so slightly a person would slowly get up, as if from a deep sleep. first a hand would come up and lay itself over their eyes, then slowly it would sit up as if groggy, after awhile they being would stand up and walk behind the being. Eyes still closed. after a short time a mob formed after him. Then a crowd, the whole mass of people followed him on his walk, each of them eyes unopened and not a sound came from them save the plodding of their feet.

After some time the being and his followers had covered some distance the crowd had become unending, countless people had joined his ranks, all of the appeared with eyes closed, as if waiting for something, The being stopped, the atmosphere seemed tense, he turned and faced the throng of people who had been following him. He turned around and faced them. All at ones they opened their eyes, a stygian blackness flowed out of them. The Herald had come home.

Seven days of indie part 2: Punk special

I did not get any time yesterday to write or listen to any good music so today I am going to do a punk special.

Punk Rock originated from the USA and the UK around the 1970’s  with bands like the Sex Pistols and the Romones charging into the fray bring with them a blatant disregard for authority as well as a raw sound that became the anthem of an entire generation. from punk many of today’s genres have evolved including grunge and pop, bands like Greenday and offspring hail from this up in arms no holds bared I dont give a f!@k what you want attitude.

Strawberry Fist Cake

This Melbourne band brings true punk sound to the scene, their music has that fast pace and has a lot of tongue and cheek in their songs. although not many songs on the RN website I have included links to my favourite three.

Fred Basset

Pirate Song

Lower Class Trash

More information about Strawberry Fist Cake can be found at their website ( as well as information about their upcoming shows and Album


Topnovil is old school Aussie punk rock. Heavily influenced by 70’s punk music, alot of their songs appear to have socialist overtones, the vocals for this band is just pure awesome, everything you would want to expect from a punk rock group. I was especially impressed with the song ‘Never Trusted You’ with an incredible bass solo and generally good music. The song ‘The Fight’ is just a simply terrific tune, with a mix of rock and Scottish bag pipes!

Never Trusted You.

Punk Rot

The Fight


Dixon Cider

What can I say, I love this band, full of energy the vocals are filthy and the drums are ferocious, this is a well balanced band.  cant wait to see them live.


I’m Damaged


Seven Days of Indie

So on the train trip to work this morning I decided that I have listened to my very respectable collection of music for far to long, so I logged into my (very dusty) reverbnation account and decided to not listen to any mainstream bands for a whole week! instead I would bask in the underground Indie scene.

Reverbnation is a site made for fans, bands, venues and other music industry types, it brings together a scene usually only available to late night partiers and raving fanatics, it allows the average internet couch potato access into a sometimes very under rated area of music. For the Next seven days I will only listen to Indie bands (ie unsigned musicians) and each day I will pick three bands and write about them (good or ill!)

Today I must of listened to at least thirty of forty bands via RN traditionally going to my metal roots I found that the local Australian scene of music filled to the brim with very loud and generic thrash metal. Although there were a few gems in this bunch which I believe came out above the rest ill only write up one band for now..

Cunt Butcher

 At first glance this band is terrible! even for a thrash metal band, the vocals are almost incomprehensible, it actually takes a little getting used to, I found the listening to this band a little hard. At first glance at this band’s bio the words ‘blues metal band’ comes up strikingly however grindcore band is a much better description.

as a solo bass project, the band uses highly offensive yet sometimes humorous  lyrics to entertain and offend some song highlights that come to mind is a cover of Katy Perry’s

“I kissed a girl” (aptly named “I raped a girl”)

Toad in a hole

Two all beef curtains


I think this Grindcore band brings a lot of colour and hilarity to a very grim genre although not everyones cup of tea, it is well worth the look and at least a quick glance over their lyrics (points to anyone who can understand any of their songs) I doubt this band willactually go anywhere other than a few niche hard core fansmoment of the context of the songs that this band sings has heavy racial overtones and is generally very dicey.

An interview with the singer/bassist Carcass can be found here:

Dirty Paris

Dirty Paris was actually a surprise entry although not much information is actually available on the RN website and only one song had been uploaded (actually only half a song) onto the site itself, I was impressed with their release enough to say for an electronica/Psychedelic rock/whatever band they actually brought a very surprising piece to the table, good enough for me not to hit the random button again. although 99% of the actual piece is instrumental (with a few surprising lines in the middle of the song) I would be happy to throw a few dollars over to them if they released this in full on RN.



Amodus is a premium prog rock/metal band hailing from our very own Sydney, their style and expertise blows away any of the competition in the charts. solid riffs and vocals are backed up by an explosive drummer, I think we will be seeing alot more of this band in the future, I look forward to purchasing an EP or seeing them live. It is good to see some local talent of this quality coming out of a scene which seems to be heavily overwhelmed with thrash.



Live @ the zen

Well a good friend of mine invited me to jam with some buddies of his.. and it was awesome started the evening with some serious stage fright but as we went futher into the evening things got better..

here is a little something we managed to pull out of the time we put in. 🙂

guitar repairs

So I started reading the book I bought off amazon on how to setup my guitar, and I I found that I am still lacking a couple of tools that would make my life easier… time to start putting away cash for tools 🙂

On another note, I talked to a dog breeder the other day and it looks like around January ill be the proud owner of a garden digging shoe chewing beagle! 😀