Welcome to the world of Walter, a deeply personal journey that we’ve spent years crafting together, blending music and story to create something truly unique. This album is a film score without a film. Every note was written hand-in-hand with the unfolding tale of Walter—a soldier cursed with immortality, destined to witness the rise and fall of empires, the fleeting nature of love, and the unrelenting march of time. We wrote the music and story together, each shaping and influencing the other, as we explored the depths of Walter’s existence and the weight of his endless life. Now, we invite you to listen to the music and read the full story below. Immerse yourself in Walter’s world, and experience how these intertwined pieces connect to tell the epic tale of a man who walks through eternity, never aging, never dying, and never truly finding peace.
THE STORY
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In the dim and distant records of history, there was a soldier whose fate was woven from threads unlike any other—a man who would come to be known simply as Walter. Born of simple stock, his beginnings were unremarkable, yet his spirit was indomitable. His life was marked not by glory or fame, but by a quiet valor and an unyielding sense of duty. And so, his tale begins on a cold, mist-laden battlefield, in the year 52 BCE, where fate herself seemed to intervene.
Walter had always fought with honor, though he asked for none in return; his was a life bound to duty alone, unheralded, steadfast. On that fateful morning, he found himself amidst a battle thick with dread. The earth groaned under the weight of two armies locked in mortal struggle. Through the clash of iron, the blare of war horns, and the anguished cries of the fallen, he moved as a shadow—swift, sure, and silent.
And yet, fate had different plans for him that day. For as he pressed through enemy lines, a blade, unseen and pitiless, found its way to his heart. Walter fell to the ground and the world faded. His breath grew thin, and his vision began to darken. He felt the cold fingers of death upon him, drawing him into an endless sleep.
But as his life ebbed, something stirred within—a warmth, a fire, faint at first, but growing, filling his veins with a strength not born of this world. Time itself seemed to hold its breath, and the weight of death lifted from him, as though he had been plucked from the river of mortality and set upon another path. In that moment, he knew he had changed, though he could not yet understand what this change meant.
Walter rose, though he could scarcely believe it himself. Unscathed, unbowed, he stood tall, breathing the cold morning air once more. His comrades, wide-eyed with awe and fear, looked to him as though he were something out of legend. And with a voice steady as the very earth, he called them to arms. They rallied, hearts ignited by his impossible return, and together, they pressed forward until the battle was won.
The tales of his people would remember him as a hero touched by the divine, a figure blessed—or cursed—by powers beyond mortal understanding. But in the silent hours of the night, as the embers of battle smoldered and the world grew still, Walter found himself alone with the weight of his revelation.
He had been severed from the mortal coil, lifted from the march of time that binds all men. The gift, if gift it was, felt strange and heavy, for the road before him stretched long and strange, an uncharted path into eternity. He did not yet know whether he would be a force for good or ill. Only time, that relentless river, would bear witness to the choice he had yet to make.
Thus began the tale of Walter the Unfading, a man lifted from mortal bonds to wander the ages, bearing the weight of history upon his shoulders.
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As Walter journeyed on from the field of his rebirth, a strange fear gnawed at him, for he could feel in his bones that he was no longer as other men. The sun rose and fell, yet his body remained untouched by fatigue or hunger. Days turned to weeks, and still, he did not sleep, nor did he feel the cold bite of winter’s breath or the heat of summer’s blaze. He wandered alone, grappling with the dawning truth: he was bound to walk the earth long after his kin had crumbled to dust.
One night, he sought solace by the firelight, lost in thoughts that weighed heavier than any blade or shield he had borne. The question he had feared rose unbidden within him—had he become some spectral figure, cursed to linger in this world, half-alive and half a shadow? Or was he chosen for some greater purpose?
As he pondered, a chill ran down his spine, for he sensed he was no longer alone. Shadows gathered around him, specters of men he had known—fallen comrades whose voices seemed to echo in the night breeze. But in this haunting moment, a revelation emerged, like a light in the deep: he had been spared for a reason. Though he did not know why or by whom, he would carry his immortal burden with purpose. The road ahead was dark and unknown, but Walter walked it with newfound resolve, his steps steady and his heart undaunted.
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Years turned to decades, and decades to centuries. Walter moved through the world as both witness and wanderer, but the weight of his endless life bore heavily upon him. In countless conflicts he had fought; in endless quests he had wandered. He was revered as a figure of legend and feared as a phantom of battle. But deep within him, a storm brewed, as he wrestled with his purpose and his place in this mortal world.
One fateful night, beneath a sky cold and clear as crystal, Walter found himself standing at the edge of a great precipice. The choice he had long avoided now loomed before him, a crossroads he could no longer evade. A fire raged within him, a storm born of centuries of struggle and solitude. He could feel the darkness call to him, a whisper that promised vengeance upon a world that had given him both life and endless suffering.
In his mind, he saw himself as a harbinger of retribution, a judge who would walk through history like a flame, scorching away corruption and casting judgment upon those who preyed upon the weak. He need only let go of mercy and embrace his immortal wrath. But in his heart, he remembered the faces of those he had saved, the lives he had changed. A different voice called to him—a voice of hope, urging him to be a guide, a protector, one who would stand as a silent guardian through the ages.
The two paths before him stretched into eternity, and with a heavy heart, Walter made his choice. He would be a light, a figure who would serve as long as his strange life endured. He turned his back upon the darkness, choosing instead to carry his burden with honor, even if it meant facing the loneliness and loss that were bound to his unending life.
As the light of dawn crept over the horizon, Walter took his first steps on this new path, a warrior no longer bound by vengeance, but by the quiet strength of his vow. He would live as he had chosen—to be a protector, a figure of hope, and a silent witness to the ages that would pass.
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Centuries have passed since the immortal hero Walter emerged from the crucible of battle, his valor etched into the record of time. Yet, amidst the ebb and flow of history, Walter found himself ensnared in the unyielding grip of immortality, burdened by the weight of ages and the relentless march of time.
In the twilight of eternity, amid the shadows of regret and the echoes of past deeds, Walter stumbled upon a beacon of light that would forever alter the course of his immortal existence. Her name was Genevieve, a maiden of grace and virtue, whose radiant spirit ignited a flame within Walter's weary heart.
Together, amidst the hallowed halls of Château de Lavardin, they forged a life steeped in love and tranquility. Genevieve became Walter's solace, his anchor amidst the tempest of immortality's tumultuous seas. With her gentle touch and unwavering devotion, she healed the wounds time had wrought upon his soul, guiding him towards redemption and the true meaning of love.
Under Genevieve's nurturing gaze, Walter cast aside the shackles of his past, embracing a newfound purpose and a desire to atone for his sins. No longer bound by the shadows of his former self, he emerged as the man he was always meant to be, his spirit reborn in the light of Genevieve's boundless affection.
Yet, as the years unfurled like petals in the breeze, Walter could not escape the weight of the looming shadow that hung over his beloved Genevieve. For she was mortal, her days numbered in the fleeting sands of time, while Walter remained eternally unchanged.
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In the tranquil embrace of Château de Lavardin, where the echoes of immortal love once flourished, a shadow of despair descends upon Walter and Genevieve, cracking the fragile veneer of peace that had enveloped their sanctuary.
Through a cruel twist of fate, Genevieve, the radiant beacon of Walter's existence, falls victim to the machinations of a political uprising, her ethereal beauty marred by the savagery of an act born from the depths of human folly. As her life hangs in the balance, Walter stands vigil by her bedside, his heart heavy with the burden of impending loss.
With each passing moment, Genevieve's delicate form weakens, her spirit fading like the dying embers of a once-blazing fire. Yet, amidst the suffocating pall of despair, she finds the strength to utter words of solace and wisdom to her beloved Walter, even as the reality of death looms ever closer.
In the twilight of her mortal existence, Genevieve implores Walter to resist the siren call of vengeance, to stay true to the man he has become in her loving embrace. But as her breaths grow shallow and her life slips away, Walter finds himself consumed by a primal rage, a tempest of fury that threatens to engulf his immortal soul.
Desperate to assuage his beloved's suffering, Walter's heart teeters on the precipice of darkness, the Walter of old clawing at the edges of his consciousness, thirsting for retribution at any cost. Yet, even in the throes of agony, Genevieve remains steadfast in her plea, her eyes alight with a love that transcends the bounds of mortality. “You must not do this,” she pleads.
As the final moments of Genevieve's life draw near, Walter cradles her fragile form in his arms, his soul torn asunder by the agony of loss and the burning desire for justice. And in her dying breath, Genevieve whispers words of unending love, her voice a balm to Walter's tormented spirit, even as the shadows of grief threaten to consume him whole.
In the hallowed halls of Château de Lavardin, amidst the shattered remnants of their love, Genevieve slips away into the eternal night, her gentle spirit soaring on wings of grace to a realm beyond mortal ken. And as Walter gazes upon her lifeless form, a vow of vengeance echoes in the depths of his heart, a solemn oath to avenge the life of the only one he has ever loved.
For Walter knows that the Walter of old, fueled by rage and bitterness, is slowly resurfacing, his resolve hardened by the bitter sting of loss. And as he stands amidst the ruins of their once-glorious love, he knows that he must unleash the fury of his wrath upon those responsible for Genevieve's death.
Thus begins the darkest chapter in the saga of Walter the Unfading, a tale of love and loss, of redemption and revenge, where the boundaries between light and darkness blur amidst the tumult of immortal existence. And as Walter sets forth on his quest for retribution, he knows that the shadows of his coming deeds will haunt him until the end of days, a testament to the enduring power of love in the face of insurmountable despair.
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In the wake of Genevieve's passing, a tempest of anguish and fury descends upon Walter, shrouding his soul in the shadows of vengeance. With her gentle spirit extinguished, he unleashes the full force of his wrath upon the world, a harbinger of death and destruction whose name strikes fear into the hearts of all who dare to cross his path.
For over two hundred years, Walter becomes a scourge upon the land, a relentless avenger committed to the annihilation of those he deems unworthy or unjust. With each passing day, the old Walter, fueled by rage and bitterness emerges, his heart hardened by the bitter sting of loss.
No corner of the world remains untouched by Walter's fury, as he unleashes terror upon his enemies with a merciless resolve. Cities crumble beneath his wrath, kingdoms fall to ruin in his wake, and the blood of the innocent stains the earth as he exacts his merciless retribution upon all who stand in his path.
Gone is the man who once knew love and compassion, replaced by a specter of death and destruction whose only purpose is to mete out justice according to his own twisted sense of righteousness. With each life he takes, Walter believes himself one step closer to avenging the memory of his beloved Genevieve, heedless of the suffering he leaves in his wake.
As the centuries pass, Walter's legend grows, his name whispered by those who fear the wrath of the immortal avenger. Yet, amidst the chaos and carnage, a flicker of remorse stirs within his heart, a fleeting glimpse of the man he once was, lost amidst the storm of his own making.
And as the echoes of his rampage reverberate through the chronicles of time, Walter stands upon the precipice of his own destruction, his soul teetering on the brink of oblivion. For in his relentless pursuit of vengeance, he has become that which he once despised: a harbinger of death and despair, consumed by the flames of his own righteous fury.
In the end, the Days of Wrath draw to a close, leaving in their wake a world forever scarred by the legacy of Walter's vengeance. And as he stands amidst the ruins of his immortal existence, he knows that he must confront the demons that haunt him, lest he be consumed by the darkness that threatens to engulf him whole.
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In the early 1600s, amidst the rolling hills of north Yorkshire, Walter, weary and burdened by the weight of centuries past, seeks solace in the embrace of a quaint town nestled amidst the verdant countryside. It is here, amidst the bustling fairgrounds and the laughter of merry revelers, that fate intertwines his immortal destiny with that of a young orphaned boy.
Tormented by the memory of his past transgressions, Walter finds redemption in the eyes of the boy, whose innocence and boundless spirit ignite a flame of hope within his heart. Without hesitation, Walter opens his home and his heart to the young orphan, taking him under his wing as his own flesh and blood.
Years pass in a whirlwind of adventure and love, as the orphan boy thrives under Walter's tutelage, his days filled with the wisdom and guidance of his immortal father. Together, they roam the countryside, their bond forged in the crucible of adversity.
As the days turn to years and the years to decades, the orphan boy grows into a man of honor and integrity, his soul enriched by the lessons learned at the side of his mentor. And yet, despite the passage of time, Walter remains unchanged, his visage a silent testament to the unyielding march of eternity.
In the twilight of his mortal existence, the orphan boy returns home to spend his final days in the company of his adopted father, whose ageless countenance betrays no hint of the centuries that have passed. Confusion gnaws at the edges of the boy's mind as he confronts Walter about his eternal youth, prompting the immortal to reveal the truth of his unfading existence.
With a heavy heart and tears in his eyes, Walter recounts the tale of his immortality, laying bare the scars of his past and the burden of eternity that he carries. And as the orphan boy listens, his heart heavy with the weight of realization, he finds solace in the knowledge that his beloved father's love transcends the boundaries of time itself.
Together, in the waning light of their shared existence, Walter and the orphan boy embrace the fleeting moments of mortality, their bond unbroken by the passage of time. And as the orphan boy breathes his final breath, his soul at long last finding peace in the embrace of eternity, Walter is left to confront the bitter taste of mortality once more.
In the quiet solitude of his immortal existence, Walter finds solace in the memories of a life well-lived and a love that defied the ravages of time. And as he gazes upon the horizon, his heart heavy with the weight of centuries past, he knows that the bond forged between father and son will endure for all eternity, a testament to the enduring power of love in the face of insurmountable odds.
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In the midst of the mid-1800s, with the winds of change sweeping across the European landscape, Walter, burdened by the weight of centuries past, embarks on a journey of rediscovery to his long-lost home, Château De Lavardin, nestled amidst the serene countryside of France.
As he traverses the worn paths and overgrown trails leading to his ancestral abode, Walter's heart grows heavy with anticipation and trepidation, for he knows not what fate awaits him within the hallowed halls of his once-glorious estate. And yet, despite the passage of time, the allure of home beckons him forth, a beacon of solace amidst the tumult of his existence.
Upon his arrival, Walter is met with a sight that strikes a dagger into the depths of his soul: Château De Lavardin, once a bastion of grandeur and opulence, now lies in ruin, its once-majestic facade crumbling beneath the weight of neglect and the relentless march of time.
As he wanders the desolate corridors and chambers, memories of the life he once knew and the love he once shared with Genevieve come rushing back to him. Loneliness grips him once more, its icy tendrils wrapping around him, suffocating him in its embrace.
In the quiet solitude of his ancestral home, Walter finds himself at a crossroads, torn between the echoes of the past and the uncertain promise of the future. And as he stands amidst the ruins of his once-glorious estate, he knows he must find a way to leave behind the ghosts of his past and forge a new path for himself in the ever-changing tapestry of time.
With a heavy heart and a determined spirit, Walter makes the decision to leave everything behind and embark on a journey across the vast expanse of the ocean to America, where he hopes to find solace and redemption amidst the sprawling landscapes and bustling cities of the New World.
And so, with the echoes of home ringing in his ears and the promise of a new beginning on the horizon, Walter sets forth on his journey into the unknown, his immortal soul amidst the ever-shifting sands of time.
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In the tapestry of modernity, amidst the bustling streets and towering skyscrapers of the contemporary world, Walter finds himself a stranger in a strange land, adrift in a sea of unfamiliarity. And yet, armed with the wisdom of a millennia of existence, he forges a new path of influence and significance, weaving his timeless knowledge into the fabric of the ever-evolving society that surrounds him.
Amidst the chaos of his newfound existence, Walter's world is forever altered when he encounters a young woman whose presence sparks something long dormant within his heart. Her laughter is like music to his ears, her smile a beacon of light in the darkness that has haunted him for centuries.
As memories of Genevieve, his one true love, resurface with a bittersweet ache, Walter finds himself torn between the echoes of the past and the promise of a future. And yet, even as hope blooms, he is plagued by doubts and fears, haunted by the certainty of eternal loneliness that has dogged his every step.
It is only through a twist of fate, a chance discovery of ancestry revealed through the records of time, that Walter comes to realize the true nature of his connection to the young woman who has captured his heart. She is a descendant of Genevieve, a living reminder of the love he once knew and the life he once shared with his beloved.
With each passing day, Walter and the young woman fall deeper into the embrace of love, their hearts intertwined in a bond that transcends the boundaries of time itself. And yet, even as their love blossoms amidst the tumult of the modern age, Walter is burdened by the knowledge that he alone bears the weight of eternity.
Driven by a desperate longing to end his eternal solitude, Walter delves into the depths of his vast knowledge, seeking answers to the mysteries of his immortality. And it is there, amidst the swirling currents of time and fate, that he discovers the truth of his existence: that he alone holds the power to bestow immortality upon another.
With trembling hands and a heart heavy with anticipation, Walter reveals his secret to his beloved, offering her the gift of eternity in the hopes of sharing a life together that knows no end. And yet, to his dismay, she refuses him, her eyes filled with a sadness born of the knowledge that their love cannot shield them from the pain of immortality.
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The centuries had come and gone, yet Walter remained as he always had been: untouched by time, marked by an eternal endurance. Alone once more, he walked the roads of memory, paths once softened by the presence of those he had loved and lost. With every step, he felt the weight of countless years pressing upon him, as if he carried on his back the vanished cities, forgotten loves, and endless wars he had seen and lived through. It was an existence worn thin, frayed by time, and dulled by an unyielding solitude.
In a quiet glen on the edge of the world, Walter sat, listening to the whispers of the wind in the trees, where leaves danced as they had for a thousand autumns before. He pondered all he had known, all that he had once hoped for—joy, love, the boundless surge of life shared with another. For one precious moment, he had thought himself beyond the bitter reach of solitude, but fate, ever elusive, had wrenched even this hope from his grasp. She, who had stirred his heart to life, had refused his offer of immortality, choosing a mortal’s end over an endless life bound to him.
The knowledge that he would endure long after her passing was a bitter draught; one he had tasted twice now. And yet he found himself longing still, like a man parched, for a cup that he knew would only bring him salt. The stars above him, indifferent in their distant constancy, mirrored his own isolation, as if to remind him that while he might live forever, he would walk his path alone. One thousand years stretched before him—a thousand years of unbroken solitude, an endless span to reckon with his own immortal soul.
What was left for him now? He had seen kingdoms rise and fall, witnessed the marvels of human ingenuity and the depths of their folly. He had known joy, known love, and watched them wither before his eyes. Each joy was a fleeting ember in the great darkness that yawned eternally before him. And so, he wondered if, at the end of another millennium, he would find himself here once more, a relic in a world forever changed, the last witness to an age none would remember.
Yet within him, a quiet resolve kindled, faint but persistent. He knew he would endure, as he always had, for while all around him would wither and fade, he would remain. Perhaps, he thought, his burden was to bear witness, to carry the memory of the forgotten, the lives and loves lost to time. Perhaps, in this lonely duty, he would find a purpose, a reason to continue when all else had turned to dust.
A thousand years awaited him, vast and empty, and though he did not know if he could bear the weight of it, he rose. The horizon stretched before him, endless and unmarked, and he took a step toward it, and then another. Walter the Unfading would continue, even as the world spun on, a lone figure striding through the shadows of eternity, bound not by hope, but by the quiet, unbreakable strength within his immortal soul.