Reviews for _-={When Demons Cry}=-_

[Zen-Zudokai]

Forgiven through blood...

Very good as always Maestro. This piece intrigued me in such a way that I had to write a story for it in particular. A young blacksmith looks out his open window and the sea greets him from this. A war is tearing his homeland apart as the Kingdoms struggle to defend themselves from their evil neighbor. The blacksmith had once helped the Kings of these Kingdoms by forging for them swords of great power, each one suited to the King's personality. However, because of the swords great power, the evil Kingdom had always tried to steal and take the sword that the blacksmith had made for the King. The blacksmith would help quell the war but then the Kings would return the sword to him, saying that their Kingdoms were not ready for such power. After all the wars had been laid to rest the grand total of victims over the sword reached eight thousand. Grieved by the huge loss of life, the young blacksmith secluded himself to a tiny village along the outskirts of the Kingdoms. However, even this was not enough to stop news of the Kingdom's plight from reaching his ears. But the blacksmith is fearful that if he partakes in another war, that it will only result more life being lost due to him. But then a little ghost, the ghost of a little boy who had died in the previous wars appears in front of the blacksmith and puts his hands on his hips and says to him, "What do want?" the blacksmith, not surprised by this sudden appearence says, "I think...I want to be forgiven...more than anything..." The boy nods and says, "By who?" The blacksmith's eyes well with tears and says, "By all the people who died because of me...but it's too late for that...I let them die..." The little boy sighs and says, "Boo hoo, poor us...isn't it time you forgave yourself?" The blacksmith is taken aback by this and the boy disappears. And he thinks about it for a while and finally realizes what he must do. And the war is stopped due to a man who found the strength to forgive himself and who once again, found his courage. He had found a small measure of peace...that we all seek...and few of us ever find... Keep up the good work...

MaestroRage responds:

now THAT was an interesting thought.

The boy who was slain by this mans weapon comes to force forgiveness through the smith's own mind?

I also find your review title quite nostalgic... I should finish that song.

I wonder if the Smith could find some means of destroying the weapons after their use, I also wonder if the Smith built the weapons with such power knowing that it would be used to fight enemies. If so, these deaths were unavoidable. Living a trap, not a pleasant thought at all...

In any case, thank you greatly for the review, and ongoing support Zen, as always a pleasure to read from you. I'm glad you enjoyed it!

[dj-padman1]

captivating

Excellent atmosphere. The instrument choice for the melodic flute like instrument is superb and its level of expression is moving.

I thought the entry of the string section was extremely well done. The flow of the notes flawless, but do I detect some digital clipping?

Such an ephemeral mood evoked with the addition of the vocal. Thats what really got hooked on the track. Harmonizes beautifully with the flute and the low strings.

Well, another absolutely pro track man. Keep doing your thing!

MaestroRage responds:

There is more then likely some clipping on this piece, I put way too much treble in it, and will more then likely construct another version with the background chords louder and the flutes softer.

The choir was my favorite part too... I just enjoy a good choir so much.

Thank you for the kind and supportive words padman! I'll keep up the effort to bring more works to the public ^^. Thanks for the review, once again i'm glad you liked it!

[Ilden]

beautiful sadness

You, good sir, are amazing. I've listened to all your songs, like all of them, and love most of them. This one inspires a couple of songs in my head, but unfortunately I've never quite learned how to get songs from my head to an instrument or what have you. How do you write your songs by the way? Do you actually play the piano, or any other instruments, yourself? Or do you use a program like Finale (Finale is the only program I can think of right now, I know most serious composers don't use it)? Sorry I know I ask lots of questions ^^;

Anyway, like many others, it makes me think of a story. I'm not good at telling stories, but it has to do with a lady elf in winter (yes, I'm a fantasy fan lol). The song could use some bass though. I don't see anything wrong with how high it is, it's just my mind is automatically adding in bass drum and timpani rolls in places.

10/10 and 5/5 =]

[DragonsoulX]

Woot!! XD Got a story for yay!!

Man remebers back to the days when he was something good to the world. He wasn't a bureden. A day when he could do things just as good as the young. Then a bunch of bandits come and harresse his village again. he goes tired of seeing them all the time. taking their food and money. He told himself today is it, he dawns on his armor, and unsheathes his sword. Takes a bow and shots down 2 othe bandits. the other 5 turn around and see him, deckout in full Fire Kight armor, they freeze and then attack, the old man, swings his giantic sword and cuts 3 down in one swing. the other two bandits turn and go for another attack. The old man gets the wind of youth back and turns and uses the Fire Knights strongest attack: the King Fire Dragon Swing, and both bandits are turned into ashes in a blink of the eye. the old man looks at them and takes his helm off, and the winds of youth have bestod on this old man another chance at life.

cool uh? i just thought of this when listening to your song. I love alot of your songs.

[LupoWarrior]

this is what it sounds like

"We won the war." he said. His friend bent down and scooped up a handful of charred earth that was once the glory fields of his home. Fallow the golden flowers all the way to Shallum Falls they would say. But not today, yes the war was won but at what cost. Was this land so precious to them that they had to burn it down rather then give it up. He pondered deep in his heart as the dust was carried off by the wind both mournful and wanting to repent. The enemy is gone, but what could they do now. A little girl walks up the hill where the warriors stood surveying the land and hands the knight a single flower. His tired body reaches out for it and he looks at her face. DIrty from soot and tired eyes from hiding from flaming arrows that would peirce the night she smiled at him as he took it. "Thank you" she said. With these two words he was peirced deeper then any wound, like a healers cut in t he body. She ran down the hill to her mother and father. "Your welcom." he said, in a voice that was like a gravel road, drawn out and full of texture. IN the end they had done the right thing. They will rebuild, they will replant the golden feilds of this land, and they will live on to tell the tale of these brave few and thier symbol of everlasting courage, the yellow dragon flower.