Reviews for "_-={When Madness Descends}=-_"


The Lord Magus of the kingdom, calling upon the forces of death through sound, readying to eliminate all who oppose him in one quick, painful, pitiless attack. Ears will bleed, eyes will be scratched out by the very hands that protected them for so long, a plague of death will wipe all who didn't have the luxury of bleeding to the pits of hell, pain would be but a short instant, but so excruciating that not even the strongest willed of man would dare stand. Death to all.

I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it. (Bats a shrink away)

MaestroRage responds:

That's one interesting character you've got there, and one interesting method of killing. Truly there is no way to stop sound, at least not without destroying your ears.

In which case you wouldn't hear the arrows either :D! Win win for the lord Magus.

Thank you for that, and the review! I'm glad you liked it! Also keep that shrink away from me also.


very nice. nice to see a Canadian taking the top spot this week. this song kicks ass. well deserving of the top spot.

MaestroRage responds:

Thank you Neogma! I'm glad you liked it! Thanks again for the review!

(And quite a few Canadians have been up here ;D)

W0W. :D

A really powerful track!

+ Very Strong
+ Sounds professional
+ Awesome choice of instruments

After listening to this, i can't find any. :P
Fantastic job! :D
Overall Grade: A+

MaestroRage responds:

Thank you BlackNinjaWarrior! I'm glad you liked it! Thanks again for the review!


this is epic, its like a symphony


heres a story to think about. 1386 A.D.
A small village on the outskirts of France is assaulted by marauders from Spain, devastating everything. Their last hope was a rag-tag group of badly-armed group of peasant... and so rang the clash of steel against steel, as people watched and stared in awe, in fear, and in hope. Alas, the peasants were slew by the plenty, and as the last died, a newly-made widow runs out to her husbands side, where he dies a painful death. As she stared into his dead, cold, empty shell of a body with cold, blank, and pained eyes... something broke inside3 of her. As she lifted her husbands sword with shaking hands and tears flowing free, she bit her lip until it bleeded and unsheathed the sword. Her eyes were fiilled with hidden fury of the like no one had ever deemed possible, while the soldiers marched onward razing the fields. She screamed with a voice so loudly it broke the marauders formation, and with a bellowing cry she rushed forward slicing them with the chipped blade, slowly rallying the others to fight back. And as she fell, two more people came in her place. And as those people fell, even more came. Soon enough, the village had surrounded the band of raiders and fought with all their will, heart, and soul; crying blood, oozing sadness, and forcing out their fury. And in a few minutes, everything ended. The earth became calm, the water had made peace, and the people rejoiced in their freedom and weeped for the lost...