Read 'Face of Camilla' 1. House of the Witch: An old abandoned house stands alone atop a hill. None of the townsfolk dare enter, for it is said that long ago an evil and powerful witch dwelled there, and that her spirit curses anyone that trespasses. But one day, three friends-young men of no more than twenty-stumbled by that lonesome lot after a night of drink, and dared one another to go inside. David, Tobias and John. That ill-fated trio who entered house of the witch. 2. Face of Camilla David pushed the ancient wooden door timidly as his friends cowered behind him; equal parts terrified and exhilarated. With a great creak it gave way, and a dark and dank hallway stretched out before them. Not long had they set foot inside when a great gust of wind slammed the door behind them. They wrestled against the rusted handle, dismayed to find themselves trapped in that cavernous darkness. Searching for another exit, they come upon a staircase descending into ground. Their curiosity triumphed over their fear, and the men ventured into the abyssal basement below. It was empty, except for an ornate black coffin lying in the centre of the room. John and Tobias looked to David expectantly, and with a sigh of resignation he placed his hands against the lid. It wouldn’t budge, so others joined him in turn all three heaved against it with their might. The jagged edge of the lid cut into David’s palm and he gave out a startled cry as it fell with a crash to the floor below. They staggered back in shock, for there in the coffin lay neither an old hag nor a rotting corpse, but a young and beautiful woman. David stepped forward, placing his hand against her neck to feel for a pulse. “She’s dead” he remarked, as his hand drew away from her icy skin. At that moment, a drop of blood from his hand fell upon her lips. “You’re bleeding” said Tobias, “let’s get out of here and call the police.” As the three hurried towards the staircase, they heard rustling behind them. 3. What Have We Awakened? Turning in fright, they were shocked to find the coffin empty. Their eyes dart furiously around the room “Where did she go?” Tobias said. David grabbed his hand, “I don’t know and I don’t want to find out. Let’s get out of here.” The three ascend the staircase in a hurry, searching the main floor of the house for another exit. They hear a thudding behind them and in their panicked retreat separate from one another. Tobias and John barge through a door into a large and ornately furnished bedroom. David is left on his own. 4. Dance of the Vampiress. Tobias and John hear faint music which sounds like it’s coming from an old gramophone. Too afraid to speak, they cower behind the bed as the door opens with a creak. “David…” John whimpers, “is that you?” A slender shadow is cast across the room, and the scent of perfume fills the air as the music grows louder. Though paralysed in terror, the two men cannot help but be transfixed as she saunters towards them. For she is more beautiful than any woman they ever laid eyes upon, and in that moment the perfection of her form clouds even the most basic instinct of self-preservation. So they can do nothing but stare entranced, at the dance of the vampiress. 5. Tormentation Completely at her mercy, Tobias and John hardly noticed as her face contorts and transforms to reveal its true nature. They do not turn to run at the glint of her fangs in the moonlight, nor do they cry out until those fangs have sank deep into their bleeding necks. And even that cry, and the brutal tormentation that ensued, was of pleasure just as of pain. 6. Camilla My Love (Camilla’s Diary Part I) Hearing the death pangs of his friends amidst the faint music down the hall, David locks himself in a large study, frantically searching for a way out. Finally he gives up, slumping into a worn desk chair as his eyes fall upon a dusty leather-bound book on the table. He opens the first page and reads aloud the faint inscription: ‘Camilla’s Diary’. As he flicks through the pages, a single folded sheet falls to the floor. It’s a letter, handwritten in beautiful cursive script. "Camilla my Love,” he reads. “My soul is colder every day we are apart. So cold within me that I do not even remember I am alive. But what kind of life is ours? I cannot bear to see you. I cannot bear to face the curse I have placed upon you. Eternal love was our destiny, but when I look at you. When I think of the woman you used to be, and the monster you’ve become, a monster just like me, I wish no longer to partake of this wretched life,. So tomorrow I will know the sun one last time”. The parting words of the letter were concealed by a smear of blood. 7. My Sire, My Love, My Death (Camilla’s Diary Part II) Placing the sheet aside, David turned to the last written page of the Diary. “My hunger knows no bounds,” it read, “and I can taste the blood of a man even while it still courses warm within his veins. I have killed more men than I can number, and yet there is a hunger within me greater even than this bloodlust. It is that deepest craving: to desire and be desired. My heart and soul belong to you, for you are my sire, my love, my death.” 8. Beautiful Death Setting the diary down, he turned to see her by the door; flowing white dress drenched in the blood of his friends. “I suppose you’ll kill me next. Like all the others”, David said, Her deathly gaze fell upon him, and her smile was tainted by something like sadness. “Of course I’ll kill you. For you must die to truly live.” The harsh contours of her face returned to the angelic beauty of its original form. “Welcome home sire. I knew that you would return for me, that you would be reborn in love and in blood. I knew then as I do now that our love is eternal, and that the only price for eternal life is a beautiful death.”
I can't help but see the animated Castlevania's version of Camilla and her mansion when I read this. Love following the storyline along with the music.
Timestamps: 1. House of the Witch: 00:00 - 4:53 2. Face of Camilla: 4:53 - 9:53 3. What Have We Awakened?: 9:53 - 16:02 4. Dance of the Vampiress: 16:02 - 23:07 5. Tormentation: 23:07 - 27:09 6. Camilla My Love (Camilla's Diary Part I): 27:09 - 30:28 7. My Sire, My Love, My Death (Camilla's Diary Part II): 30:28 - 34:35 8. Beautiful Death: 34:35 - 42:00
Art Credit: Stipns (@stipns on Instagram) Bandcamp: beautifuldeath7.bandcamp.com/album/face-of-camilla Spotify: open.spotify.com/album/6uNWaWtNtpr4X110UvLMeE?si=LASqbZdpTL-31CUOocDmoA
Dear Beautiful Death! I am a sincere lover of your music. This message is inspired by the naive freedom of a child who is friends with the wonders of life. I lovingly recommend that everyone get to know psilocybin mushrooms and for a moment learn to empathize with nature and life. This is a wonderful, useful, kind experience for the soul. Thanks...!!! 😊❤
B.D. - Any chance of this being released on physical media ? All of your work is an overwhelming masterpiece. But this really sticks out for me as really really special. Hope to be able to buy this some day. Thanks for all that you do. Ⓜ️
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Read 'Face of Camilla'
1. House of the Witch:
An old abandoned house stands alone atop a hill. None of the townsfolk dare enter, for it is said that long ago an evil and powerful witch dwelled there, and that her spirit curses anyone that trespasses. But one day, three friends-young men of no more than twenty-stumbled by that lonesome lot after a night of drink, and dared one another to go inside. David, Tobias and John. That ill-fated trio who entered house of the witch.
2. Face of Camilla
David pushed the ancient wooden door timidly as his friends cowered behind him; equal parts terrified and exhilarated. With a great creak it gave way, and a dark and dank hallway stretched out before them. Not long had they set foot inside when a great gust of wind slammed the door behind them. They wrestled against the rusted handle, dismayed to find themselves trapped in that cavernous darkness. Searching for another exit, they come upon a staircase descending into ground. Their curiosity triumphed over their fear, and the men ventured into the abyssal basement below. It was empty, except for an ornate black coffin lying in the centre of the room. John and Tobias looked to David expectantly, and with a sigh of resignation he placed his hands against the lid. It wouldn’t budge, so others joined him in turn all three heaved against it with their might. The jagged edge of the lid cut into David’s palm and he gave out a startled cry as it fell with a crash to the floor below. They staggered back in shock, for there in the coffin lay neither an old hag nor a rotting corpse, but a young and beautiful woman. David stepped forward, placing his hand against her neck to feel for a pulse. “She’s dead” he remarked, as his hand drew away from her icy skin. At that moment, a drop of blood from his hand fell upon her lips. “You’re bleeding” said Tobias, “let’s get out of here and call the police.” As the three hurried towards the staircase, they heard rustling behind them.
3. What Have We Awakened?
Turning in fright, they were shocked to find the coffin empty. Their eyes dart furiously around the room “Where did she go?” Tobias said. David grabbed his hand, “I don’t know and I don’t want to find out. Let’s get out of here.” The three ascend the staircase in a hurry, searching the main floor of the house for another exit. They hear a thudding behind them and in their panicked retreat separate from one another. Tobias and John barge through a door into a large and ornately furnished bedroom. David is left on his own.
4. Dance of the Vampiress.
Tobias and John hear faint music which sounds like it’s coming from an old gramophone. Too afraid to speak, they cower behind the bed as the door opens with a creak. “David…” John whimpers, “is that you?” A slender shadow is cast across the room, and the scent of perfume fills the air as the music grows louder. Though paralysed in terror, the two men cannot help but be transfixed as she saunters towards them. For she is more beautiful than any woman they ever laid eyes upon, and in that moment the perfection of her form clouds even the most basic instinct of self-preservation. So they can do nothing but stare entranced, at the dance of the vampiress.
5. Tormentation
Completely at her mercy, Tobias and John hardly noticed as her face contorts and transforms to reveal its true nature. They do not turn to run at the glint of her fangs in the moonlight, nor do they cry out until those fangs have sank deep into their bleeding necks. And even that cry, and the brutal tormentation that ensued, was of pleasure just as of pain.
6. Camilla My Love (Camilla’s Diary Part I)
Hearing the death pangs of his friends amidst the faint music down the hall, David locks himself in a large study, frantically searching for a way out. Finally he gives up, slumping into a worn desk chair as his eyes fall upon a dusty leather-bound book on the table. He opens the first page and reads aloud the faint inscription: ‘Camilla’s Diary’. As he flicks through the pages, a single folded sheet falls to the floor. It’s a letter, handwritten in beautiful cursive script. "Camilla my Love,” he reads. “My soul is colder every day we are apart. So cold within me that I do not even remember I am alive. But what kind of life is ours? I cannot bear to see you. I cannot bear to face the curse I have placed upon you. Eternal love was our destiny, but when I look at you. When I think of the woman you used to be, and the monster you’ve become, a monster just like me, I wish no longer to partake of this wretched life,. So tomorrow I will know the sun one last time”. The parting words of the letter were concealed by a smear of blood.
7. My Sire, My Love, My Death (Camilla’s Diary Part II)
Placing the sheet aside, David turned to the last written page of the Diary. “My hunger knows no bounds,” it read, “and I can taste the blood of a man even while it still courses warm within his veins. I have killed more men than I can number, and yet there is a hunger within me greater even than this bloodlust. It is that deepest craving: to desire and be desired. My heart and soul belong to you, for you are my sire, my love, my death.”
8. Beautiful Death
Setting the diary down, he turned to see her by the door; flowing white dress drenched in the blood of his friends. “I suppose you’ll kill me next. Like all the others”, David said, Her deathly gaze fell upon him, and her smile was tainted by something like sadness. “Of course I’ll kill you. For you must die to truly live.” The harsh contours of her face returned to the angelic beauty of its original form. “Welcome home sire. I knew that you would return for me, that you would be reborn in love and in blood. I knew then as I do now that our love is eternal, and that the only price for eternal life is a beautiful death.”
I can't help but see the animated Castlevania's version of Camilla and her mansion when I read this. Love following the storyline along with the music.
In the sixth part there are a few typos, thought you'd want to know. Cheers!
@@mistsister Thanks for letting me know. Corrected them just now
Could you tell where the passage about the house of the witch is taken from?
@@beautifuldeathmusiccan we get lyrics to the closing track ?
I’m overwhelmed.
So so special.
Ⓜ️
As someone who has been following you for quite a while and as a writer, I was thrilled to listen and read this. Thank you for sharing your talent!!
Timestamps:
1. House of the Witch: 00:00 - 4:53
2. Face of Camilla: 4:53 - 9:53
3. What Have We Awakened?: 9:53 - 16:02
4. Dance of the Vampiress: 16:02 - 23:07
5. Tormentation: 23:07 - 27:09
6. Camilla My Love (Camilla's Diary Part I): 27:09 - 30:28
7. My Sire, My Love, My Death (Camilla's Diary Part II): 30:28 - 34:35
8. Beautiful Death: 34:35 - 42:00
Such a dark peace 🖤
I love the music and the story is simply amazing! 🤩 Your talent is boundless ❤️
Art Credit: Stipns (@stipns on Instagram)
Bandcamp: beautifuldeath7.bandcamp.com/album/face-of-camilla
Spotify: open.spotify.com/album/6uNWaWtNtpr4X110UvLMeE?si=LASqbZdpTL-31CUOocDmoA
You are amazing
Красиво и не обычно❤
love this stuff
Dear Beautiful Death!
I am a sincere lover of your music. This message is inspired by the naive freedom of a child who is friends with the wonders of life. I lovingly recommend that everyone get to know psilocybin mushrooms and for a moment learn to empathize with nature and life. This is a wonderful, useful, kind experience for the soul. Thanks...!!! 😊❤
B.D. -
Any chance of this being released on physical media ?
All of your work is an overwhelming masterpiece.
But this really sticks out for me as really really special.
Hope to be able to buy this some day.
Thanks for all that you do.
Ⓜ️
You're on the way to becoming an awesome black metal composer, maybe your next songs could use some electric guitar with nasty distortion? =]
Acoustic, yes. Black Metal, probably not!
Interesante, algo un poco fuera de lo habitual de lo que muchos buscamos en este estilo, pero llamativo lo suficiente como para ignorarlo.