Dramatic. Poem:The Fallen, English male, warm voice. Ex BBC producer.

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The Fallen' by Lawrence Binyon. A demo for a poem often heard at national Remembrance and Memorial occasions. Recorded in my home studio with appropriate music and SFX. All production by myself. Warm, calm, compassionate British male voice, 50 years plus.

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Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Senior (55+)

Accents

British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
with proud Thanksgiving. A mother for her Children, England mourns for her dead across the sea flesh of her flesh. They were spirit of her spirit, fallen in the cause of the free solemn, the drums Thrill Death or Gustin Boyle sings sorrow up into a mortal spheres. There is music in the midst of desolation and a glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle. They were young, straight of limb. True of I steady and a glow. They were staunch to the end, Against odds and counted. They fell with their faces to the firm. Mhm. They shall not grow old as we that are left grow old age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn at the going down of the sun. And in the morning we will remember that they mingle not with their laughing comrades again, they said, No more at familiar tables at home. They have no lot in our labour of the daytime. They sleep beyond England's foam, but where our desires are and our hopes profound, felt as a well spring that is hidden from sight to the innermost heart of their own land, they are known as the stars are known to the night as the stars That shall be bright when we are dust moving in marches upon the heavenly plain as the stars that are starry In the time of our darkness To the end to the end they remain mhm. Mhm, yeah!