Tired Knight, Cockney Adult Male

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Description

Monologue from A Song of Ice and Fire. Recorded and edited in Adobe Audition on a TZ Stellar X2 mic and Cubase UR22C interface.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

British (England - Cockney, Estuary, East End) North American (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
all seems like a fine adventure, the greatest, most of them will ever know. Then they get a taste of battle for some, that one taste is enough to break them. Others go on for use until they lose count of all the battles they fall in. But even a man who survived 100 fights can break in his 101st brothers watched their brothers die. Fathers lose their son's friends see their friends trying to hold their in trails and after they've been gutted by an ax, they see the Lord who led them there cut down. And some other Lord shouts that they're his now they take the wound and when that's still half healed, they take another, there's never enough to eat. Their shoes are falling to pieces from marching, their clothes are torn and rotten and half of them are shifting in their breeches from drinking bad water if they want new boots or a warmer coat or maybe a rusted iron half film, they need to take them from a corpse. And before long they're stealing from the living to from the small folk whose then they're finding men very like the men they used to be. They slaughter their sheep and steal their chickens and from there, it's just a short step to carrying off their daughters too. And one day they look around and realize all their friends and kin are gone that they're fighting beside strangers beneath the banner that they hardly recognize. They don't know where they are or how to get back home and the Lord, their phone fel does not know their names. Yet here he comes, shouting for them to come form up to make a line with their spears and size and sharper nose to stand their ground and the knights come down on them. Faceless men clad and steel and I, and thunder of their charge seems to fill the world, and then the man breaks.