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Peaceful, calm and bittersweet. Those are my words to describe this piece of art.
In other words. I love it!
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here's my take
an aging man looks upon a scarred, war torn battlefield. He ponders back to a time, long before he had the wisdom to cherich it, when this land was green, and filled with flowers, rich streams, lush forests, and quaint small towns. He wanders through the ruins, barely recognizable, of what was once his town. A mere few blackened stones stand reminder in the passing of where houses once stood.
He walks on to another town, far more decrepit, this only recognizable by a single stone for the largest building, and a pit still scarred from raging flames that scorched it centuries ago. He remembers this place as well. As he walked on to the very point where the war began, memories threatening to overwhelm him, he bespied a flower. Not a very speacial flower, very plain, nondescript. But it gave him hope. Hope that his deeds would not permanantly affect this land, that it would rise once again to its former glory in time.
What in young foolish pride he had begun, in aging wisdom he would end. He withdrew his knife, scratching a message upon the stone
Arius
In foolish youthfulness he began, in ageless wisdom, he ended.
then the man layed down in front of the stone and, smiling for as long as possible, slid the knife across his throte(sorry i forgot how to spell that)
Well, everyone was doing a story, here's mine.
The setting begins in a war-torn country. Aarof, a friend of Raskiel, a soldier from the opposing force, has a decision. Will he kill his defeated comrade? Will he destroy one whom he called friend?
Raskiel lays on the ground, wondering how this came to. How his friend must lay a finishing blow upon he who he knew from infancy, when war was a term they used to define an event that was hundreds of years old.
Aarof drew his sword as he walked to the man. Memories flooded throughout his emotions, fishing by the lake. Him catching a bass and boasting it to his friends while the humble Raskiel released his fish which would have served at least two more.
A tear passed down his cheek, standing there before Raskiel. "Do it, my friend, for I wish no more to see this war torn world which we call home", muttered Raskiel.
Raskiel closed his eyes, preparing for death. Nothing came. A spatter of blood lay before him. "As do I, friend" choked Aarof, blood gushing from the mouth,"As do I."
God, I feel like crap. Now I made myself even sadder, but I'm happy with the little story I made. :)
a story
long time ago. the holy and the unholy god's armys fighted agest each other. bone from bone, soul to soul grabbed from evils hand. when it was over and the holy one. two heros thought were dead had little more time to live. when they died. they died with a kiss.
Astounding.
Your music is very moving, and unbearably emotion-filled. I've shown this to 5 people, 3 of which began to tear up and ask me to change it to something less passionate. Not the exact words, but close. I love your music, and this song is probably the best example of your ability to extract emotion through song. I enjoy your work immensely and hope to hear more of it.