Baal - Original Soundtrack [ProTracker Music]

Original Amiga game soundtrack from the game Baal, developed by Psyclapse, and published by Psygnosis in 1988. Composed by ‪@Ray.Norrish‬ a.k.a. NZO The name of the module is Frank Suck On This Playlist 0:00 Title 3:56 Game Over 4:57 Hiscore Baal - The Story The horror begins Archaeology is a strange profession at the best of times, digging up human remains, picking through what is left of a civilization after hundreds of years makes you feel you could be one of a pack of salivating wolves or a hooded vulture whose patience has been rewarded with a few maggoty remains and that's if you're lucky. But I shouldn't complain, the fact is I enjoy it immensely, or I did until we started our latest dig and I began receiving the letters. At first I put them down to some kind of crazy crank with nothing better to do. The lads on the dig thought them a great joke. They started putting chicken bones on my door and one of them gave me a Barbie doll stuck with pins. They pulled my leg about them coming from jilted lover, but they weren't that type of letter. They looked like they'd been written by somebody (thing?) who was incredibly old. The writing, -no, scrawl - was barely decipherable. What I was able to read warned of terrible destruction of the Earth, or death, plague, and of man killing man just for the hell of it. There were comments about the dig too. I couldn't decide whether they were threats or warnings. Whoever it was knew a lot about the massive stone slab we had uncovered The stone came to light after we had removed yet more human remains from the site. The general consensus of opinion was that we had stumbled across an ancient burial ground but I didn't agree. The thing I couldn't understand was the grotesque mutilation of so many of the remains, of the look of abject terror on the faces. It was as they had seen hell on Earth and had died a hideous death in the process - but why? The stone was covered with strange evil looking hieroglyphics depicting horned monsters, massive toothed demons, mutants of all shapes and sizes. In the center of the stone was a single word "BAAL", it stood out from the surrounding filth like a pus filled sore. I thought it looked like a massive door, but to what chamber? The mood of the team changed as a feeling of dread settled over us - in silence that night we all went home unsure of what tomorrow would bring. When I got home another letter was waiting, I suddenly felt very cold and afraid. My hands were clammy as I opened it to reveal a crudely composed rhyme written again by my poison pen friend. Look at the date, turn the last three around remove the I your screams won't make a sound. This one had me totally lose. What was significant about today's date - 5th June 1999, three what? and for heaven's sake there's no "I" in June to remove. But the last line brought back the images of those corpses all with their mouths open as if in silent scream, I shivered as if someone or something had walked over my grave I played with my food rather than eating it that night and I looked at the steak on my plate I suddenly wished I'd become a vegetarian. The meat (flesh) just stuck in my throat. I decided to swap the solids for liquid refreshment and opened a can of beer. The bitterness of the beer matched my mood as I attempted to look at the problem logically. What had these letters, today's date, the poor tortured souls who had died so hideously all got in common? And then of course there was the massive stone with the carvings and BAAL, - who or what is BAAL? That feeling of dread returned, but I needed to know I programmed everything I knew into the computer in the hope that something relevant just might surface but it had no data on BAAL. So in desperation I rang my old university lecturer praying that he hadn't moved or (as I realized how old he must be) died. After what seemed like a lifetime the phone was answered by a woman and my heart sank thinking he must have gone but she explained that she was his housekeeper, the he was already in bed and hated being disturbed. I tried the old charm on her and soon had her eating out of my hand. In no time old Jonesy was growling down the phone at me, muttering about being woken in the middle of the night and who the blazes did I think I was. I just said one word BAAL, silence you could have heard a pin drop, and then a whisper "Don't move the stone" "How do you know about the stone?" I asked. "It was foretold by an old scottish monk way back in 12th century", the old man replied. "He wrote that a pictured stone would cause death and destruction to the world at a time when man was reaching for the starts. His contemporaries thought him crazy and locked him away, but it looks like he wasn't so daft after all" "But I don't understand, what have the stars got to do with it?" He tutted down the phone, and I smiled to myself as he obviously hadn't changed a bit, he was still impatient Jonesy #gamesoundtrack #baal