Orne
The Conjuration by the Fire

Darkness..............the silence of a cave, or a crypt............and nothing moves...and nothing is heard except an unbearable stench of stale corpses and a dry and chilling catacomb cold...suddenly you hear words echoing in the dark, and the incandescent ardor of a flame, which you see emerging from the darkness, and it grows more and more, more and more, until from that fire emerges....a minstrel...a sinister and dark masked minstrel coming from the most cursed spiral of hell, who with his guitar made from coffin wood plays a dark melody that makes his own shadow dance on the walls of the hidden crypt, and that hypnotizes your soul...and the black minstrel himself offers it to the same blasphemous flame that created him...and in all this sinister triumph of black, flames, and smoke, the echo of an organ emerges from the darkness...growing...and growing.....and growing...AND GROWING...TO INFINITY.....IN AN UNBEARABLE INFERNAL DELIRIUM THAT DRILLS INTO YOUR POOR AND FUTILE HUMAN EARS...until the dark ensemble suddenly stops. With a snap, that blasphemous fire goes out...together with the sinister ensemble it spawned...and everything returns to darkness...you, curious and still hypnotized, walk the path of the crypt, barely following in the darkness sinister traces of pure ashes. After hours of walking, blinded by the darkness, so black it was, suddenly you see a strange ensemble....you still see everything blurred, but little by little your eye adjusts, and you manage to see a light...a collection of soft lights coming from a thousand candles...it's a room, inlaid with rugs inlaid with sinister and unreadable dead languages, whose walls vanish into the darkness....and the stench of the cemetery is replaced by a thousand fragrances, scents coming from an endless web of pipes and alembics. In this room, you see something familiar...the black masked ensemble, continuing to play its black, infamous yet enchanting music, followed by other members...an incredible and insane extravaganza of drums, organs, triangles, cymbals, flutes, and blasphemous guitars playing under the sinister warmth of the candles and the splendor of a lighthouse...a distant lighthouse illuminating dark seas within floating windows, and enticing the delight of strange ladies, dressed in white and shining cobwebs that glitter in the sinister dark. At a certain point, you notice the members of the dark ensemble better: they are all masked and dressed with curious engravings...all except one person.....the man in the center of the room, busy singing strange but curious verses, who was dressed in normal clothes, but almost wrinkled...probably he was just a guest, who knows? You stay there to listen to that sinister but at the same time wonderful and enchanted melody made of flutes, digressions, and organs...but at a certain point, everything stops..again.....all the members of the ensemble have noticed your presence, the first 3 put down their instruments and come near you...you stand still, almost crushed by fear and now resigned to what those grim figures might do to you....they stare at you...and stare at you, for a few seconds. Suddenly something almost unexpected happens..they take off their masks....the result amazes you: they are the 3 members of Reverend Bizarre: Albert Witchfinder, Earl of Void, and Peter Vicar. Looking at that image, you feel more hypnotized, more than before..you lack the strength and collapse to the ground......return to pure darkness...and in the pure silence still echo dark archaic words....and then nothing...................................When you open your eyes, you find yourself on the bed, in your room, with the headphones on and the player on your chest. Curious, you open the player and discover you were listening to "The Conjuration by the Fire" by Orne....Certainly, you had quite a journey, didn't you?