BOOK I - THE FOUR NEW STORMS

1. C-MOLL PRALUDIUM

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2. WALK THE PATH OF CONQUEST

While stands my bold soul these roaring black storms,
in hate against minstrels of sorrow and sloth,
th' old will-to-conquer my voice proudly exalts,
with no friendly eyes summoning to war.

Rueful sights of fall'n souls confounding life,
stripp'd of all dignity and thirst to fight,
unmoved saw i to spread from the north
fading the gleam of the spear and the sword.

I see now a way through our woods and their night,
to walk there the paths of improvement and rise,
to learn and advance from despair and from want,
and to reach victory by forging new arms.

So take all weights upon the wreckling back
and do defy the worst that can befall;
rejoicing in war, as in th' steepest paths,
my powers thus grow, my mind aims to might.

The blind poet bespoke: «Which way shall i fly,
infinite wrath, and infinite despair?»
Which way i fly is pride; myself am pride;
and may th' low'st deep be in fact a hidd'n height.


3. ASPIRING HEIGHTS

Shine bitterly eternal eyes
at the revenge of the mean lame,
the feebles' cunning and the guile
preach loud th' equality of men.

The masks fall rolling now afar
that ne'er deceiv'd me with their snares,
so seeks the low to blind the high
to veil the crumbling of the race.

A revolution of sore plebs,
their only base way to stand up,
craving the falling of the great,
just wise lone souls can blight their plans.

Spurning the jews' and marxist lies,
treading the last man's values through,
i breath the air of lonesome heights
bearing a proud cold solitude.

Wide in these lands they do exist,
the hierarchies of mind and might;
though upside-down the mass is seeing,
still shall my pow'rs aspire the heights.


4. A LONE DISDAINFUL PROUD SPIRIT

Am i 'mid storms or am a storm myself,
a dark lone spirit fierce and proud, where wars
tear deep and wide the dismal air of night
in fleeting sights of bloody deeds and wise?

Forging new values in the dark, to root
a high chosen soul fall'n in hateful art,
i cast my mind to baleful wrecks i wrought,
this sere void trying there to justify.

Can i see it, the study of revenge,
the injur'd merit sheltering aloft,
the black cloak and the hate, all that dragg'd me
tow'rds desolations that my air became?

But be it so; spurn the herd, shun the life,
a distant tower in the night erect,
there to dwell far remov'd thus from a world
which foul repels in scorn my eyes away.

Night, void, ye are my high abode, and books
and ancient works of those who rose 'bove man;
proud i sneer o'er the vulgar crowd below:
vain now th' attempts shall be to throw me hence.


BOOK II - HIDDEN ANCIENT WORKS

5. PRELUDE IN A MINOR FOR ORGAN, VIOLIN AND CELLO CONCERTO IN F MINOR FOR STRINGS AND CONTINUO

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6. I - SEHR GEWALTSAM (NACH ULFHETHNARS' "A CALL FOR THE RISING MISTS")

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7. II - STRENG

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8. III - RONDO: LEBHAFT CONCERTO IN G MINOR FOR VIOLIN AND STRINGS

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9. I - GEWALTSAM SONATA IN G MINOR FOR HARPSICHORD, FLUTE AND OBOE

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10. II - DÜSTER

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11. III - RONDO: LEBHAFT
FOUR PRELUDES AND FUGUES FOR HARPSICHORD

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12. NO. 1 IN D MINOR

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13. NO. 2 IN AB MINOR

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14. NO. 3 IN D MINOR

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15. NO. 4 IN H MINOR

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16. PIANO PIECE AFTER ULFHETHNAR'S "A CALL FOR THE RISING MISTS" SIX FUGUES ON H. P. LOVECRAFT'S "THE OUTSIDER"

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17. NO. 1 IN C MINOR FOR HARPSICHORD: ALONE IN THE DARK CASTLE

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18. NO. 2 IN A MAJOR FOR ORGAN: A DREAM OF PASTORAL DELIGHTS

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19. NO. 3 IN C MINOR FOR HARPSICHORD: THE RUINED BLACK TOWER AND THE ENDLESS FOREST

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20. NO. 4 IN D MINOR FOR ORGAN: THE MOON, THE GRAVEYARD AND THE LONESOME ROAD

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21. NO. 5 IN D MINOR FOR HARPSICHORD: GHASTLY VISION HAUNTING THE IVIED PILE

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22. NO. 6 IN C MINOR FOR ORGAN: THE DWELLER IN SHADOWS

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