#1
I'm really happy with this song, I think its one of the best I've ever written. I'll crit 4 crit (If I dont pm me because I tend to forget). 'Macarbe' -

Macarbe fell to the sword
"Of maggots and death you are the lord"
He wore a fiery crown
Your life I throw down

The flesh and the blood you call a soul
Tear it out, You'll find a hole
Break my heart
I keep the pieces and throw them back
Even though the sky is black

You say life is nothing?
I say death is depression
Now blood covers everything
Living in a burnt out dream

One night I walk the lonely road
Inside a shell where the shadows hide
Everything I know
Everything I love

Born from a macarbe existence
With my sword I bring redemption
We walk this road together
This tale will go on forever

The flesh and the blood you call a soul
Tear it out, You'll find a hole
Break my heart
I keep the pieces and throw them back
Even though the sky is black

Take this violence!

Your name echoes through the valleys of pain
Macarbe!
Evil be thy name
Macarbe!
There was a little toolshed where you made us suffer

The flesh and the blood you call a soul
Tear it out, You'll find a hole
Break my heart
I keep the pieces and throw them back
Even though the sky is black

I take off your ash burnt crown
You die by my sword
'Of nothing you are the lord'
You fall to me, this death cannot be

Everytime I scream!


The flesh and the blood you call a soul
Tear it out, You'll find a hole
Break my heart
I keep the pieces and throw them back
Even though the sky is black
Raise your chalice my brother
Raise it high
To catch the fire that falls from the sky
#2
I'd really like to know what people think of this piece. :P
Raise your chalice my brother
Raise it high
To catch the fire that falls from the sky
#3
bah, *reported* , crit some if you want some. I think you only returned my crit once. I recall I have given you several.
#4
I was going to crit someone elses piece and ask for some in return, I went through every post on the first page but none of them said they would 'Crit 4 crit'
Raise your chalice my brother
Raise it high
To catch the fire that falls from the sky