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Juanfeis tq:
Síoqué
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jaja k buena Mario: http://www.mediavida.com/foro/feda/caras-adefantas-xmas-edition-523184/69#2042
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1b0djjPKl3I <3 SxE
Pargüelas:
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1MX0IZlglsx
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Fácil, Fácil. Un motor hace un ruido muy similar a un ruido rosa filtrado con un par de resonancias, vamos algo parecido a lo que hacen los intrumentos de viento-metal, por las frecuencias de resonancia tan bajas, yo lo analizaría como una tuba.
En un lugar muy muy lejano existía un foro llamado MediaVida, en el que las chupipandis eran un cáncer. Cansados, estos hicieron una revolución. Se agruparon en un sindicato para luchar con la tirania, pero en ese sindicato habia un topo, una oveja negra, el cual se hacia llamar amos nomechordas. Y juntos lucharon y lucharon para intentar ganar la batalla y hacerse con todo el control de MediaVida, por el tiempo de los tiempos, hasta que aleG deje de ser una attention whore. Pero los sucios tiranos, tenian otras oscuras y siniestras intenciones, como hacer BAN a todos los que estuvieran en su contra. Nigger. y un gran usuario nunca leia los post anteriores a el, facilitando asi el seguimiente del cadaver exquisito. El chape del hilo anual no significa que podáis abrir basuras constantemente, repetir threads, contaminar otros y similares. Por favor, comportados. Sabéis que no depende de mí mantener abierto el hilo anual, pero con esta mierda me estáis jodiendo a mí. Basta, por favor.
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Modestos records de manitas:
http://www.mediavida.com/foro/feda/destacas-sobre-demas-humildad-inside-476496#20
http://www.mediavida.com/foro/90/caras-de-adeferos-v-28463-470225/27#783
Post 3000 ->http://www.mediavida.com/foro/90/reto-mv-hilo-anual-ii-retomamos-tomado-468046/64#1915
Post 6000 ->http://www.mediavida.com/foro/musica/solo-metal-91684/288#8866
Post 8000 ->http://www.mediavida.com/foro/feda/mi-casa-aun-residen-antiguos-duenos-514413/3#62
Post 10000 ->http://www.mediavida.com/foro/musica/resurrection-fest-2015-521869/3#87
Visita 3000 -> Ziordo
Firma 50 - >R3DW
Firma 100 - >Glator
Firma 500 ->Asiclas
Frima 1000 ->White Whale
Firma 1869 ->Dave_Grolsch
Firma 2000 ->Felapas BOT
Firma 2442 ->cs_aok
Firma 3000 ->Sleipner
Firma 3100 ->Maraad
Firma 3200 ->Juanfeis
Firma 3800 ->Eithel
Aggro 1 - 5/12/2012
Aggro 2 - 8/2/2013--> Retirado por el recurso ante el juez
Still LifeThe Moor
The sigh of summer upon my return
Fifteen alike since I was here
Bathed in deep fog, blurring my trail
Snuffing the first morning rays
Weary from what might have been ages
Still calm with my mind at peace
Would I prosper or fall, drain the past
The lapse of the moment took it's turn I was foul and tainted, devoid of faith
Wearing my death-mask at birth
The hands of God, decrepit and thin
Cold caress and then nothing
I was taken away from my plight
A treason bestowed to the crowd
Branded a jonah with fevered blood
Ungodly freak, defiler
Pale touch, writhing in the embers
Damp mud burning in my eyes
All the faces turned away
And all would sneer at my demise
Outcast with dogmas forged below
Seared and beaten, banished from where I was born
No mercy would help me on my way
In the pouring rain nothing is the same
Vows in ashesI pledge myself to no-one
Seethed and spiteful
All shudder at the call of my nameIf you'll bear with me
You'll fear of me
There is no forgiveness in these eyes
For any of you but one
Dispel the mist for now
Melinda is the reason why IŽve come
She is waterdrops over the pyre
A thistle in my hands
Stained and torn, aged and brown
Virtous shell with kindred innocense I awoke from the miasma
Passing swiftly through the moor
This is here, waters stir
And in the distance all that was lost
If youŽll bear with me
YouŽll fear of meYouŽd never leave me to
A fate with you
Godhead's Lament
Marauder
Staining the soil, midst of stillness
Beloved fraternity to an end
Red eyes probe the scene
All the sameStilted for the beholder
Depravity from the core
Handcarved death in stoneladen aisles I hide the scars from my past
Yet they sense my (mute) dirge
This is when it all falls apart
White hands grasping for straws
Sly smile, poisoned glare behind
Undisguised manmade nova
Mute cry, donŽt dare to tread
Searing beams tracking you down
Adoring what never has been
Some will bring with them all they have seen
Searching my way to perplexion
The gleam of her eyes
In that moment she knew
Thought I could not leave this place
On this imminent day
As IŽve reached the final dawn
To whatŽs gone astray
What would they care if I did stay
No-one would know
What would they care if I did stay
No-one should know
Still brooding, soothing clam
That rigid, twisted face
Blank godhead, tear my name
Lost virtue, frantic lust
Searching my way to perplexion
In crumbling faith I saw her
Bearing her pain in the wilderness
The gleam of her eyesIn that moment she knew
Benighted
Come into this night
Here weŽll be gone
So far away
From our weak and crumbling lives
Come into this night
When days are done
Lost and astray
In whatŽs vanished from your eyes
What came and distorted your sight
Saw you benighted by your fright
Come into this night
Your plight alone
Carry your weight
You are flawed as all of us
Come into this night
You only homeItŽs never too late
To repent, suffer the loss
Come into this night
When youŽre able
To undo your deeds
And atone with your lonely soul
Once youŽre into this night
All minds are stable
Forget all your needs
Lose the grip of all control
Moonlapse Vertigo
Kept warm by the light of the lantern
Lost sight of everything tonight
My presence blackens their pattern
A pock in the healthy and calm
Their scorn behind your back
My promise would put them down
No trace of reverance left
Immemorial fire in their eyes
I would perish at the given signal
At the slightest touch from my soul
Tainted prophet in flesh
For all the plagued and lost
Dripping sin
Decision in stalemate
Dare to feel death at hand
Surprised me with its voice
Through the forest came the morn
Across the leafy pathway
Their deeds smeared in blood
For all to behold
The council of the cross
Must have sensed my coming
The pest through the air
With despise for squalor
Lashing out at the poor I turned away my eyes
In pallor escape from the end
Fading time to leave from here
And less to fulfill my task
She would be safe and firm
Nothing of this is in vain
Taken away from stifling grace
And saved from the past
Face Of Melinda
Returned from a hibernal dream
Voices fell like marble
No longer by my side
Gone all that would linger
Ripped from my embrace
Melinda reflected in shafts
Red line round her neck
Met the earth in silence
White faced, haggard grin
This serenity painted death
With a halo of bitter disease
Black paragon in lingering breath
Saw here fading, blank stare into me
Clenched fist from the beautiful pain
Darkness reared its head
Tearing within the reeling haze
Took control, claiming my flesh
Piercing rage, perfect tantrum
Each and every one would die at my hand
Choking in warm ponds of blood
At last, weak and torn, I went down
Drained from strength, flickering breath
Came with the moon
The wayward in concious state
Flanked and barred in destiny's end
Underneath with hope in laches
Swathed in filth, any would betoken
Starlit shadows on the wall
Finally there to collect me
From the bowels of sin
White Cluster
Still it came passing by
The pieces weaved together rose the sun
And fooled me with another day
The knocking message called for my life
Sealed the spell of my scrawny body
Soil to skin, my next of kin
Damp air grasped, stole the words
And greeted me with a hiss
This is forgiveness, so I know
Once I repent I seal the lidI slither for you and IŽm dying
I find trust in hate
They wear white for me
Seemingly jaded and lost
I forge myself into your dreams
And here I am your life Hangman, clutching at his tools
I will come for you
The noose is tied
Murmur through the crowd
Plunging into anywhere but here
Cloak-captured sighs of relief
As the primal touch brought me back
And the last sight I did see is still here
Beckoning right behind me
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