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Song: Heart of Fire
Album: Rebirth
Year: 2013
Copyright © BrunuhVille
This is an old song I started a while ago but for some reason I stopped and moved on. Recently I got back into it and decided to finish it and now share it with you. You will find it very similar to King of the North in terms of construction though this one is not as "Epic" sounding but still contains a strong orchestration.
Hope you enjoy :)
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Comments
10 years ago
* a shaman chants * fly great steed, oh star of the rising sun, may you be safe in your travels, and rise to give us the light of day again.-a horse rides through the forest, mighty and white. everywhere his hooves touch, dawn breaks from the shadows and darkness. though as he runs, he is chased by a darkness. the night, ever driving, runs at his heels, and he must make it to dawn before it is to late, and ever blackness and night strike forever. he runs like the wind, with it as his side, he makes it past the forest and into the mountains, but still far he must go, never stopping, never seasing. for he is the day, but it is always night somewhere else in the world, and he must rush there to protect it from the night. he runs over mountain and hill, tall ridge, low valley and cliff. never seasing never stopping, on his path to bring the day. he traverses the mountain, the shadows, the night, still biting at his heels. but before he can reach the top, one of his hooves hits and loose pebble at he falters, he stops, and he falls. crashing perilously close to the edge of the cliff. the darkness rises, rearing back as if in triumph, and in readiness to strike. the horse, the star of the morning light, lowers his head, for he knows he has failed. but as the shadowy mass of darknessnight plunges down onto him a spirit forms before him. it is the form of a man, one that he immediately recognizes as one from the land of the living. the man doesn't seem to see him, nor the raging storm of shadows and night behind him. but as his form becomes more solid, the white horse hears it. "fly great steed, oh star of the rising sun, may you be safe in your travels, and rise to give us the light of day again,"the man, a shaman, is chanting his name, "white horse, star horse, morning light" over and over again and again. praying for his safety. and as he does, his glowing form, a message for the land of the living, breaks the tide of the crashing darkness. breaks the torrent of insurmountable doom and blackness. and the horse stands, looking down at the figure before him, chanting his name, and he hears the others to, he hears the prayers of the 1,000's of others around the world praying for his name and praying for his safety. the horse bends low, humbling himself, and marks the shamans forehead with his blessing, a star appearing on his forehead, deeming him horsewhisperer, and giving him the gift to speak to all horses, a gift he will nee in the times to come. and with that the horse looks up at the standing mass of shadows and darkness, writhing in fear at what stands before them, both the horse and the spirit of the man from the land of the living. the horse stomps his foot on the ground 3 times and the shadowy mass of everlasting night runs away in fear, splitting up into 1,000's of inconsequential shadows. the horse turns, to face the edge of the mountain, its summit unto dawn, forwards. the horse looks back and knickers, at the spirit, and it breaks apart. the shaman feels it, for a moment he is one with the spirit of the sun, of the dawn, and of the morning light. and as the shaman joins the horse of light on his final leg of the journey, he turns, and walks to the crest, surmounting it, and as he does, he brings dawn to the world, lighting it up from its time of great fearing and darkness. and he raises down the mountain, free once again and feeling alive as can be. and as he runs, the shamans spirit is released once more to return back to the land of the living, along with the spirits of all those others who were praying for the star of the night sky. and as the shaman opened his eyes once more, and breathed a sigh of relief, the sun moved out from behind the moon, and the time of alldarkness had ended.