Derogatory, Twa e ne6to ne zle! Опции

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Абе сега правя един проект-правя си група като само аз свиря в нея щот кой друг ше се занимава с тази глупост. Къде е уловката ли? Номера е там, че още не мога да свиря на китара и мелодиите са доста прости и еднообразни. "Свиря" на ел китара Орфей, барабаните, баса и кийборда са на Fruity Loops.
Също така съм използвал и някои други полезни програмки. Музиката е готова- само трябва да измисля текстовете и да запиша вси4ко.

Какво искам от вас ли?
Тва мойто ще е голям маjтап и за това ви моля да следите тази тема, където ще поуствам докъде съм стигнал и къде съм ъплоуднал песните.
Засега имам готов записан ремикс на Wake up на Rage against the mashine а също така и един инструментал на keyboard
Стила? Абе не исках ама се получи нещо като punk/death

Общо взето тва е- мисля че ше е за(е)бавно да слушате тез простотии.

Засега съм измислил име DEROGATORY!
Ако имате по-добри идеи казвайте!

[InsArtTure]

Da be syglasen sym!

A pyk eto wi edin tekst da go 4eknete:

Burning Choler


She saw nothing in a world of nothingness
But for all that she’s ‘bout to detest
All her forbears
and her future heirs
The world the earth with all its deep layers
The mind’s eye and the sorrow that tears!
There was not a beginning and there won’t be
But there is an end much closer than she can see

And now she stood in the falling rain
With her fears and her deepest pain
Of chaos and disgust it came to her
For a final senseless prayer she kneeled
Her fingers crossed and her heart still
In the silence she pretended all is a thrill
In the silence she’s trying to forget
All the smashing creatures she has met
All the burning hopes she has fed!

And there was a time when she was less
Furious and not believing in nothingness
She fought through dark ages and through time
She didn’t give in when she fell in the grime
Through a thousand battles in the vale
The fate was playing a game behind the veil
Benighted under the mighty yews
Hearing the ceaseless whines and yells
She believed in nobility and pride
She rode for she though it was right

And now in the twilight roofless chamber
Thousands of drops ripping her hair like ember
Fierce memories are pinning her mind
‘bout the martyrs in their cells so blind
About all these humans trying to bind
About the riddle how it will all unwind

As she’d kneeled onto the marble floor
A strident push upset the chamber’s door
She shivered and reared her bitter blurred stare
A macabre monster was standing there
His bloody and unrelenting crimson eyes
Were gazing at the female with demise
Her trembling hands couldn’t hold the blade
The creature approached with boldness not to fade
It leaned awesomely over the shuddering human
Then she returned her mind and became an imprudent
She screamed in horror blindness and terror
She beheaded and fell back as if in an error.
The blackish blood that scattered onto her face
Gave her now the furious agony,
And she lay down the floor ablaze…

She: Delour the mistress of the human flame
Lost in unconsciousness unable to tame,
Was now staring at the grim gray sky
Whispering silent words from a lullaby
And quivering her eyes filled with both
Tears and sky-water so cold

And she remembers there was an old time
In the mount village close to the Master of rhyme
In the pinewoods and to the skies of the hawk
In the north land where the bliss used to stalk
She remembered the pretty days of her youth
When running wildly, unchained not knowing the truth
When giving hopes and joy to the tread
Not fear and tears and death!
Then an unbearable memory came to the wet torn body
The first battle in the Noldor’s dale
In the middle of a fight the robust fierce male
The same rain were covering them all
A gift or a curse the Gods to bestow
The man had aimed his merciless blow
With his axe to her neck and she tried to crawl
Then the same hit as the one a minute before
She struck the human and moved no further more

She was terrified to look at the lifeless carcass
She was lucky-no one came there to harass
Her hands covered with scarlet blood
Were holding tightly, strongly the watered earth
And the blood merged with the rainy water
As in the prophecy of the ancient Faulter.
She lay to her first victim of the senseless war
And nobody knew what it was waged for.

All these memories were killing her terribly
She was lying huddled and dying fallibly
The hammer-falling drops already suffocating
The north winds playing their eternal fating
The last vision came to her of a thousand dead
All the enemies that have bled
Her face glistened in blue pale-ochre and black pied
She the Burning Choler died