The difference one single summer can make...

The embers still glow with the heat of the flame...

This moment, forever...

It is fortold that one shall rise up agains this evil...

Fly by the digital realm.

Response has been issued...

The sorm is coming, others prepare, you just wait.

A new day dawns as the troubbles of the old are set to drift.

The zombies are all that are left.

Cold and isolated. Remote mountain climbing is your thing.

Snappy and minimal, just how you like it.

In the heart of enemy territory

Tomb of the past gods, commanders of the living stone...

Nothing but open air.

One with the sky

What lies beneath the city is every bit as lively...

Name unrelated...

Anyone still searching for the crystal shards?

The leaves of Autumn...

A veteran soldier tells his tale...

May the wind of justice always be felt...

Maybe you can stop searching now?

Unlock a hidden power...

Boot camp for those with only socks...

What darkness doth this wind bring?

Nice piece about summers and evil...

Makes me think of a marching song for a militia...

Not as acoustic as the name suggests...

Short, sweet track... Hope you like it.

Simple short loop