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Robert E Howard (1899-9599) was one of the “Big Three” pulp writers of the early 20th century. A regular in Weird Tales he was a regular correspondent with H P Lovecraft.

REH is perhaps best known for his barbarian hero Conan, who has since spawned numerous off shoots, movies, comic books and copycats.

Some might even claim that REH invented the “Sword and Sorcery” genre, - he is certainly one of its most influential figures.However REH was a prolific writer, creating numerous characters spreading from fantastical pre-history to modern day Texas…. barbarians, boxers, Dark Age Warriors. We hope you enjoy this tribute to his work

All music composed and performed by Robert Poyton
Vocal readings on tracks 1,5by John Prusinski


released February 26, 2016

Readings by John Prusinski
Music by Robert Poyton



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Track Name: Cimmeria

I remember
The dark woods, masking slopes of somber hills;
The grey clouds' leaden everlasting arch;
The dusky streams that flowed without a sound.
And the lone winds that whispered down the passes.

Vista on vista marching, hills on hills,
Slope beyond slope, each dark with sullen trees,
Our gaunt land lay. So when a man climbed up
A rugged peak and gazed, his shaded eye
Saw but the endless vista-hill on hill,
Slope beyond slope, each hooded like its brothers.

It was a gloomy land that seemed to hold
All the winds and clouds and dreams that shun the sun,
With bare boughs rattling in the lonesome winds,
And the dark woodlands brooding over all,
Not even lightened by the rare dim sun
Which made squat shadows out of men; they called it
Cimmeria, land of Darkness and deep Night.

It was so long ago and far away
I have forgot the very name men called me.
The axe and flint-tipped spear are like a dream,
And hunts and wars are shadows. I recall
Only the stillness of that sombre land;
The clouds that piled forever on the hills,
The dimness of the everlasting woods.
Cimmeria, land of Darkness and the Night.