DEWALD: 1992 The Inquisitor

german berlin school electronic program music download and streaming options: https://listen.music-hub.com/HY0xF6 composed, arranged and performed by DEWALD in 1992 DEWALD: Roland, Moog, Oberheim, PPG, Kunstkopf recorded at Saturn V mastered by Überschall The Inquisitor is program music in one go and containes the following parts 00:00 Look back on the age of magic 01:50 The painfully dazzling cross 03:59 The henchmen of dusk 06:06 Vanquishing the magic circle 08:38 The vault 10:03 A multitude of gleaming cauldrons 12:55 Discover the runic book 16:28 His eyes shone red like glowning coals 18:55 Fluoriscent mist swirling upwards 25:28 The dragon 30:00 Mercilessy destroying everything 32:40 Robbed of any hope of release 39:50 Despair 49:46 The complete story (german) The Inquisitor - the story (short version) 1 When I look back on the age of magic, I feel the thick smoke of the incense, just as I did in the old days when I could still draw our strength from the runes. Yet now, I want to write down the story of the end of the masters and the man who called up the old powers for the final time. 2 The overwhelming aura of the power came neither from his painfully dazzling cross. The Inquisitor appeared invincible and his gaze burned into my mind. 3 The henchmen of the Inquisitor spread like a plague over the land and the masters foresaw darkness in the future and the runes spoke of the end of the magic. I too, saw our future in darkness, as ever more the henchmen of dusk found the secret places of the keepers of the runes. 4 The rabble cried with joy, the simple folk feted the Inquisitor. I stood in the centre of the mob, the victory speech of the Inquisitor washed over me. Now he had succeeded in vanquishing the magic circle of the great master under the power of his cross. Although without a great deal of courage, I followed him, to learn the secret of his powers. 5 The heavy footsteps of his guards across the circle of the great master, until the Inquisitor finally halted in front of the mighty steps leading downwards. Although I was unlearned of the great wonders, I had heard the verse which must be recited in order to be unseen by the eyes of the guards. Thus I saw the Inquisitor, with only two of his closest men, descend the stairs. 6 He tore away the heavy chains from the mighty, ironclad gate, threw open the vast doors with a crash and disappeared, leaving his companions behind, into the murky light of the hall within. Adorned with its magic signs and runes, filled with a multitude of gleaming cauldrons and fascinating apparatus. 7 I was startled by the sound of another door opening. There it was, the book written in runes containing the knowledge of our guild, which until now had only revealed its secret to the great master. 8 With every line the Inquisitor read, he became ever more transformed. His eyes shone red like glowing coals, his robe swelled up and lost its contours in a swirling mist. Now I realized how the Inquisitor could be so successful in the battle against our guild. The Inquisitor, himself a Magician, gained with every attack against us more power and with the runes of the great master in his possession he would have the weapons of destruction in his hand. 9 I listened to the Inquisitor, as he spoke in the unearthly tones of the rune keepers, and finally fell into the monotone singsong in which the magical verses are recited. 10 The silence which suddenly fell was like a physical pain. Only the swirling vapours and the burning eyes of the Magician remained. A growling which terrified me to the marrow proved to me that I was right, coming from the throat of a grotesque creature. This dragon obviously had the task of completing the work of the Inquisitor. But the Inquisitor-Magician had been too clever, the raging beast, intend on destroying everything magical, ripped him apart with his huge teeth. 11 The creature was free, set upon my guild and also my kinsmen, who had not yet lost their belief in magic. Like a whirlwind it hissed murderously across the land, mercilessy destroying everything in its path, carrying out his orders of death and annihilation. 12 But even the dragon, the creature of the damned, damnated to kill and itself, without the Magician, robbed of any hope of release, felt the deep sorrow. He, a creature of magic, created to drive all things magical into the depths, would soon have to wait eternally for his own end. 13 Exhausted I thought of my old master, who had had so little time to impart his secrets to me, but surely he had begun my schooling with the most important, the most precious things. But still, only a little of his wisdom with…I already knew this verse ...Hope – yes with hope, which reaches every human heart, we could succeed in vanquishing the monstrosity of evil. With this hope, which carried the dragon across the land and rejuvenated the folk so that they could face him with confidence, so that Wothan’s ravens could once again find peace. END