A Modernization and English version of the German classical composer Franz Schubert's 1815 masterpiece "Der Erlkönig" or "The Erlking". Hope Lies Within crafted this piece to reflect all of the amazing compositional stylings of Shubert, yet HLW brings in the full arsenal of their talents to make this song their own. "It is unmistakably the Erlking, yet it is very different. We needed this to be the most accurate rock arrangement of the song ever done." Hope Lies Within skillfully arranged this song to be heavy and modern while retaining much of what is familiar. "Listeners will continue to discover new things hidden within the music the more they listen".
This music video is a collaboration of Hope Lies Within and award winning animator/director Benny Zelkowicz. "We saw this amazing sand art video done and we realized it was the perfect melding of the arts" -HLW. Zelkowicz, who animated this video entirely out of sand, is sheer genius in capturing the essence of the song.
The original version of this video can be seen at http://www.nfb.ca/film/erlking
Who's riding so late, this night so grim? A boy and his father ride like the wind.
The boy lies safely embraced in his arms; he holds him surely and keeps him warm.
My son, why do you hide your face in fear?
Father don't you see the Erl king beside, with robe and crown the lord of Elvin kind.
The mist plays tricks on your fevered mind.
Come with me boy; come play with me, my kingdom's pleasures for you to see.
Bright are the flowers and gold is the robe, take my hand and off we will go.
My father, my father and do you not hear what the Erl king whispers in my ear.
Be still and quiet your grief it's only the cold wind rustling the leaf.
We'll revel tonight if you'll come away I will summon my daughters for you to play, they'll frolic and dance and they'll play for keeps, they'll hush and they'll whisper and sing you to sleep.
My Father, my father and don't you see there in the darkened fog his daughter fair.
My son, my son I see nothing fey it's only the weary willow so gray.
I love thee, your presence will nourish my soul and if you're unwilling my force you'll behold!
My father, my father he seizes me fast, the Erlking has come for me he's here at last!
The father shudders and rides like the wind, the boy rends asunder his cries crawl the skin.
He reaches home with fear and dread; within his arms the son now lies dead.