Eternal Eclipse- Shape of Lies (2020 Epic Dark Intense Drama Orchestral/Cellos)

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Artist : Eternal Eclipse
Track :Shape Of Lies
Album :Forgotten Odes
Composer (s):Thomas-Adam Habuda
© Copyright :℗ Eternal Eclipse
Year Released :2020

Link to artwork (Created By CristianAC .)

DISCLAIMER
Music belong to respectful Owners-Eternal Eclipse Music and composers (Thomas-Adam Habuda),I do not own either the Images ,and no copyright infringement is intended."THIS IS MERELY POSTED FOR THE ENJOYMENT OF THE VIEWERS"..All Credits Goes to the artist....ENJOY

[phoenixedits]

looks like i found the type of music iam gonna listen to for the entire day

[ledocteur]

"this is some classy pieces of art" Beethoven, if he was alive.

[jayjospeh]

This track is originally beautiful, well composed and orchestrated. To me the theme have this unsettling feeling yet it draws you in with it many different elements.

[yixoraptor]

I swear if this ain’t in a game or an anime I’m gonna cry. Both the art and the song.

[animeniac_]

If only I could erase this song from my memory just to find it again and feel that epic rush like I want to conquer the world

[ghaz]

0:10 is perfect for an opening of a medieval-theme series

[aaronmckenziepowell]

You got
The Jester
The Joker
The Fool
The Harlequin
The Trickster
And The Clown

[Rclarke]

“Those who don’t appreciate life do not deserve life.”

[Apetitegirly]

i feel comfortable when im listening to fantasy music i don't feel human

[WolfenSköllMountains]

The best epic music channel always decorated with those beautiful and forceful images..

[s___akura]

i always wanted a violin after i listened to this and it was like 3 years ago

i'm finally learning the violin (8 months ago) and i have an awesome music teacher and i always remind myself i'll suck at first but one day i'll see myself on stage performing in front of an audience! that's one of my goals!

[Risuaita]

Hastily, i started to look for the clue of her. It had to be somewhere in that god forsaken room, hidden in plain sight. Through dusty window moonlight lit the old creaky oakfloor occasionally when the clouds would give it space to shine, with cold and grim touch it served me as a second source of light besides my candle. Red hair on the floor, drawers open, umbrella in the holder, fireplace still warm. She left in a rush. I look closely to the corner of the room. Blood. Only if she had the time to summon me in time none of this wouldnt have happened. I felt pressure of the time, fully understanding that every second going by wouldnt serve me well if i couldnt find her, fast.

I ran outside. The moon gave in to the rainclouds, and the clouds started to pour. If there were any blood at the street, i wouldnt be able to detect it anymore. What do you know about frustration and despair? At that point i knew all of it. There were two possible ways she could run, either left or right since she lived in one way street. Choosing the way with 50/50 chances would be stupid, so i closed my eyes. Focus, lower your hearbeat. Now i could hear the droplets of rain hitting the cobblestones of the london streets, dancing in joy to my agony. Lower it more. I hear nearby chariot led by two horses. That is not what i seek. MORE.

Clashes of steps. One human and.. One..

RIGHT WAY. FAST.

I ran, i ran so fast that my legs ached with every step. I arrived to the exact place i heard them. In front of me opened this park embraced with darkness so immense it devoured every source of light. In middle of the park i saw woman with red hair, hair as red as the last rays of light that sunset gives us before dying out for the night, that colour couldnt be mistaked for anyone else. She seems unharmed. I felt relieved. I shouted at her. No response. She just.. stood there. Somethings not right.

I start walking towards her and i start to understand nature of why she is not responding to anything. As i walk and the angle of my vision catches up behind her i notice.. silhouette of thing that i couldnt fully recognize when i heard her and.. something. I stopped, and right away i heard this devilish, malicious burst of laughter coming behind her. At that instant clouds gave just enough in to bathe the park in a moonlight and to my horror i saw behind her one of the great six.. The jester.

[Sushil-K.]

This world is full of things that don't go as you wish. The longer you live..
The more you realize that reality is just made of pain, suffering and emptiness...
Sometimes, part of the journey is the end...

[bassamaboallaban]

OMG what is this?! This is so perfect!!!

[heitormartosromboli]

"Why so serious? Lets put a smile on that face!"

[artforthefansandmusicforth]

“I am from the chaos of war.
I am from death, a murder, a betrayal, loss, blood, and pain.
I am from lies, a broken promise, a broken heart, bitterness.
I am from hate.
I am from cold chains, holding you back as you try to press forward.
I am from mysterious, dangerous places that get the best of you.
I am from a blazing fire, the raging ocean, harsh winds, and the hard earth.
I am from greed, demons roaming, boasting of their power and glory.
I am from a battle of power and might.
I am from shrieks and screams calling my name, voices crying for vengeance upon my head.
I am from the desperate sorcerers, holding the power to start a war, but not to defend themselves.
I am from the blistering heat of the abominations of my ancestors.
I am from stories, tales, and legends.
I am from the hurt and manipulation of others.
I am calling on the promises of my own self.
I am a defender of the lies I believe.
I am wishing I had done things differently.
I am from centuries of plotting, wasted on the idea of gaining victory.
I am the traitor of all traitors.
I am planning to bring down what I brought on.
I am too unpredictable for comprehension.
I am feeling rage from everything death throws at me.
I am sinister in a way that no one can shake.
I am bleeding out the rotten blood that flows through my veins.
I am losing faith in myself as I fight.
I am split between good and evil.
I am stranger than the riddle that tries to defeat me.
I am—your only chance at salvation.”
(This is a poem I wrote for my Language Arts class, and is based on The Truth from the Cave, by Justin Rawdon Lipscomb)

[jacintduduka]

My laptop listened to this and now its a quantum computer

[dimoskokkonos]

That is goddamn beautifull! Keep up this work.. I love the cellos

[MBH]

Energizing like lightning and hellfire 😎🔥

[Gimnano]

Wow!!!, épico sonido y épica imagen!!!