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Hello there friends,
I’m still pretty busy with my current band called RÁN, but I think it’s important to summarize what is next on the agenda of the Ninth Circle Alliance.
Black Mesa Preservation Society Yes, the venerable beast that is BMPS. Yes, it’s dead, but there are still tracks there that deserve distribution and an audience. I’ll be fixing those tracks up and I will rerecord them. I’ll release them in a collection called “BMPS, a retrospective” (or something in similar vain).
Available at Spotify, iTunes, Apple Music, Google Play, Amazon, Pandora, Deezer, Tidal, YouTube, Microsoft Groove, ClaroMusica, Saavn, MediaNet
From ashes I rise Anew from the flames I take to the skies On wings made of hatred
Free from the lies Facing the truth
Against the current Opposite direction Icarus chasing Not burning away
I found myself and I was left wanting I looked around and felt disillusioned Man turned to sheep Following blindly No will of their own Like lambs to the slaughter
Hey there people!
I guess I should give this a go again. Updates on what the Ninth Circle is doing is probably something you would appreciate if you want to know what you are getting yourself into when you decide to support me.
My plans for the coming weeks/months (expect some slippage due to holiday season):
Re-release all the BMPS tracks as a Ninth Circle Alliance project. If there are ever new BMPS tracks released, they will be released under the Ninth Circle Alliance banner.
…THIS IS ME ON A KILLING SPREE!
In a world that is connected
we look around for servers
we visit and we own you
we never have relented
worlds apart but equal
waiting for the sequel
practicing and wailing
see you always failing
Gotta get that rank up
Gotta get that headshot
Gotta bag that achievement
Gotta nail that boss down
we love this thing called gaming
we play until our fingers bleed
True hatred doesn’t give a shit about what you are.
Solo by Rico Snel of Chaosity. Many thanks for that peace of awesome!
When you bleed your blood flows red Let me squeeze your throat so tight I will be glad when you are dead My hatred for you will show it’s might
I will crush your skull regardless what you are I care nothing for I hate you just the same as always drag your corpse out of the door