HOLY CRAP
WOW..... i mean WOW this is freaking sweet your music is preety good at sturing up new thoughts. OMG i mean..... how do u do all of this everything here seems percfect. I love the voice that has to be my favorite part along with the bells.
Reviews for "_-={Crumbling Cathedral}=-_"
MaestroRage responds:
By spending many many hours :D! Truth be told I made DAMN sure this piece was good because me and Lady Arsenic do not work together as often as we would like to, and so when we do I will generally reach beyond my normal standards and try to bring forth her voices potential, which holds so much.
Thank you for the review, i'm glad you liked it ^^.
Wow
Well, what can I say about this piece that I haven't said already. You already know what I think about it.
It's amazing and even more amazing when you told me how you made it. You did a good job editing the vocals too. The only thing I would change and this is just nitpicking is the deep bells. Not a huge fan of them. Can wait to hear what you come up with for that piece I sent you...
MaestroRage responds:
Thanks Slayer, i'm glad you liked the piece, like you said when you build a song vocals up there is a lot of restrictions placed upon you. Thankfully LadyArsenic's voice was easily workable into the ideas I wanted to portray through this piece.
I should have gone bell sfx hunting, the bells I used here I had found a year ago, I personally kind of like them, adds that foreboding feeling I wanted to give the piece. I could have done it with a heavily reverbed kick or timpini, but those were too low on the frequency scale to make audible without destroying every other instruments!
In any case, thanks for the review, i'm glad you liked it!
Just a little story...
Softly, softly; their footsteps echoed into the high vaulted ceiling of the large Cathedral. Panting and groaning in pain, the two brothers turned to face each other. One wore an expression of pure, unadulterated loathing. The other seemed sad and empty.
"Brother, please!" The sorrow-faced one called, lowering his sword just a bit so it rested on the stone steps leading to the bells. "Must it end this way?"
"Cease your lies, Xiu." Was the cold reply. "For the betrayal of our kinsman to the vampires, you know it woudl come to this." Hefting his sword up, he dashed forward, locking blades with the other.
"Please, Yue!" Xiu cried, being pushed backwards just a bit. "I had no choice!" He moved up the steps, forced to move out of the way of his brother's dancing blade. Beads of sweat dripped from his curly brown hair, the only feature the two still shared. What once were twin pairs of green-blue eyes was replaced by an ugly scar over the left eye on Yue's face. Other such marks of battle adorned the man's body, hidden beneath a flowing tunic and breeches.
"Do not beg for mercy, brother." Yue grunted as they reached the floor of the bells. And before the other could respond, he thrust his blade through the other's stomach.
[1:33-ish]
Xiu reeled back in shock, falling onto the ground with the silver blade impaled in his flesh. Tears began to slide down his cheeks. Looking up one last time, blood beginning to dribble out the side of his mouth, he asked one simple question.
"Why?"
"Your fate was decided when they killed her." Yue replied, the facade of anger slowly flowing away to be replaced by a bitter kind of sorrow. "When your betrayal killed my daughter."
Xiu made a noise, as if he was about to respond, but failed to utter his last words. Slowly, his head fell backwards, and, with the last bit of strength he had, flung an arm towards the bell closest towards him.
[2:39, the last bell strike]
The sound reverberated throughout the Cathedral and the small town it resided in, signaling the death of the brother. Then, as it had been when the battle first began, everything was silent.
Yue stepped away from the body, his own tears starting to fall. He looked up at the sky, unable to keep the emptiness from his expression anymore. Bitterly, he began to weep for all that had been lost, for all that his brother had caused. Most of all, he wept for the daughter that had barely turned two when the vampires came.
And, inside the crumbling cathedral, two brother's lay: One killed by his twin's sword, the other by grief...
[END]
Just a little story that popped into my head when I listened to this song. I must say, your music provokes the most unusual emotions in me. I love your music and think that you're the best artist I've heard here so far. And this is my favorite song of yours. -chuckles-
-Teya
MaestroRage responds:
that story was exceptionally written TeyaEire. Your fighting expressions though subtle, are well played out. The story for me personally, truly started to shine out right after...
"Why?"
After that, the bitterness, the absolute sorrow and confusion in both brothers stood out. I can only hope that there was also forgiveness in Xiu's heart. Though whatever he did, he did clearly because he had to, it caused his twin such anguish it drove deep connections into total hatred.
I also felt poorly for Xiu, who tried to give his brother one last reason to not hate him. One last shot to let his memory remain in his spirit not as a source of darkness, but that of a bittersweet sense.
Failed sadly, mortality claimed him long before any such attempt could be made.
And to die by grief. That, is truly a deep and powerful sorrow. When the will to die is so great, the body yields to the overpowering demand from the mind.
All in all, it was a story that moved me greatly, and one I enjoyed. Thank you for writing it.
And again for the review, i'm glad you feel emotions when you hear these pieces, it is after all, why there are there!
Continuation of my Apocalypse story
Pm me if you like it..
There entered the Shadow King, whom no one has seen since thousand's of years ago. He opened is bloodthirsty red eyes, the colo of a crimson blood. His diamond hard skin covered with malicious fires, and wings outstretched as if it was about to engulf the entire chapel..."IT"S A DEMON" shouted the drunk guard in surprise."Pathetic Mortal" the demon said as it suddenly appeared before the guard and outstretched a hand,"I'm more than a mere...demon...I am the ruler of the Demon lands, the Shadow King!" suddenly, a ball of dark flaring malice erupted beneath the guards feet as he slowly began a transformation into a demon...he grinned a vicious grin witch evolved into a hysterical laugh... Archbishop"No... you...should be dead...OUR ANCESTORS KILLED YOU IN THE DEMON WAR!" Shadow King"That's what a fool would think..."he slowly said some words enveloped with malice...some words could be made out..."Those that have fallen, arise again and claim your rightful vengeance... ABYSSAL RAGE!" The chapel cracked and what came from these cracks were a thousand souls as black as death...
To be Continued
MaestroRage responds:
hey Apocalpystic! I have read the other part first, I shall respond to this one first however as it ends here (at least for now I hope, hopefully more later ;)
For an 11 year old, you write very well! Your descriptive words are fairly well used, and your ability to construct worlds is also fairly good. The ignored weak king, the slowly corrupting kingdom. A time tested, proven classic.
A quick note, I don't think malice can be used as a description to fire, but more so a word to describe an emotion or idea. Other then this, I felt the story was good stuff!
To make the holy chapel the sleeping pit of a thousand dark souls... deliciously ironic!
Good stuff, thank you for writing the story, i'm glad you liked it!
this was pretty good
is all i can say