
Your soul’s a wild ride, a fantasy. We wear our masks, just casually strumming guitars. Feeling carefree, hiding what we feel. The ups and downs, we find our beat. Life’s full of love, but sometimes it deceives. Where we are going, we feel the heat under neon skies. Moon shines, we’re lost in our dreams.…

In short “He Who Walks Behind the Rows” is the Poliphilos Halloween song. You can listen to it here. The background story is based on the book Children of the Corn by Stephen King. It tells the tale of a group of children who offer adult human sacrifices to a demon in the cornfield for the survival…

He who walks behind the rowswho watches all the showswho makes you make The Callshas summoned youTimeIt’s That Time of the yearwhen children should all fearwhen parents should draw nearHide The Oldest ChildFields are golden but the earth is red It must mean someone’s dead.On the road you see what’s left of themThat’s our price to…

On his way back from the latest song hunt, Poliphilos decided to take the scenic route through the countryside. The late autumn afternoon light painted the fields in warm hues. Birds chirped and butterflies danced among the flowers. In the distance, a church bell rang out a wedding, while the air carried the sweet scent…

In brief I describe “World Renewed” as a song that tells about a person who meets someone at a bar only to realise it’s the Devil himself”. The supernatural element wasn’t always there, though. In fact, “World Renewed” is actually already a 30-year-old song as I composed it the first time in 1994! And originally…

Now that Poliphilos had decided to start the new project, he first needed an ending. And who better to ask about endings than a demon? Perhaps not a prince or even a duke in this case — a minor marquis, earl, or baron should do just fine. Poliphilos had had his share of encounters with…

In the bar he’s waiting for you soft music playing Your eyes meet, he smiles at you breathing hardly at all When you walk with him through the town laughing it’s like the world is renewed On the side street you stop and under the lamp post you… oh well, it’s like the world is…