“The Darkening of Tristram” partially tells the story of a king who succumbed to the whispers and promises of Diablo, the Lord of Destruction, and was driven mad by it. This downfall led to the abduction of his son, the mutiny of his soldiers, and the destruction of the people of the town of Tristram. The music itself borrows material from Matt Uelman’s “Tristram”, transforming it in many different ways yet adhering to the open, almost experimental, tone of the original.
Man rules now where They ruled once; They shall soon rule where man rules now.
They wait patient, they wait potent, for here shall They reign again.
How could we lose ourselves?
Swallowed by promise of power...
Sons are lost, Kings have broken,
and we paid for their crimes in blood.
Tristram was our home, until greed consumed our lord,
and his madness opened Hell unto the Earth.
For it is of old rumour that the soul of the devil-bought hastes not from his charnel clay, but fats and instructs the very worm that gnaws;
till out of corruption horrid life springs,
and the dull scavengers of earth wax crafty to vex it and swell monstrous to plague it.
Great holes secretly are digged where earth‘s pores ought to suffice,
and things have learnt to walk that ought to crawl.
Alas one day, the prince had gone, led astray by the darkness that his father had succumbed to.
In a fit of rage, the king condemned his very people, but then the prince returned, in body, not in soul.
Terror cracked the Earth in two, beckoned horrors from below,
So we fought and fled yet all were butchered.
Betrayed by who we trust, for dead and destroyed secrets.
Our flesh still burns, our blood still pours, years have passed yet we forget.
That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange aeons, even death may die.