Entry 1447 - Eternal Tyrant - Born of the Imperial Dragon

Style: raw dungeon synth

Primary Emotions/Themes: the chronicles of those who were born to rule over lesser mortals 

Thoughts: I wake, not knowing where I have been spirited to. As my eyes slowly come into focus, I immediately am appealed by a rancid smell... the smell of decaying and seared flesh. Fire, brimstone, and all other sorts of horrors of mangled flesh are strewn about my dilapidated form. 

Pain shoots through me as I try to move, it is only then that I realize how distorted my body is. My bones broken. My mortal shell twisted into a form that is not natural... and then I feel it. 

Thump. Thump. Thump. Something approaches. Thump. Thump. Something larger than life is coming towards me, yet I cannot move myself in a way that I can see this doom. Only at the very last moment do I realize what my fate is. I am to be fed to a dragon... but not just any dragon the Imperial Dragon. The most fierce creature of them all. My life is now forfeit, there is no escaping this doom. This is the end.

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So goes the tale of those who would dare oppose the dragons born of the imperial line. The Imperial Dragon is a creature that none can withstand or deny, and the music that Eternal Tyrant has created makes this an undisputed fact.

Fear, hopelessness, desperation... they all carry weight in the forty minutes of this album.  The synths are distorted and raw, capturing the primal essence of fear and paranoia in them. The production is harsh and oppressing, leading the listener into a realm of hopelessness that cannot be escaped as long as the music continues to play. And then there is desperation...

The music preys off of the inner fear of humans. The fear of the unknown, the fear of loss of life. The resulting desperation that comes trying to escape this fate is all that is left by the end of the runtime of Born of the Imperial Dragon. 

Dungeon synth is such a fascinating genre, it can evoke nearly every emotion known to man... yet it is so similar throughout. Simply a keyboard and a means of recording the resultant notes is all that is needed. It can result in the most grand spectacles extolling the night sky, or it can draw you into the very bowls of despair... exactly as Eternal Tyrant does here.