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DEATHCHANT RECORDS!

Living in a world of mere black and white would be a scare for most people, the simplest of things would seem complex and uncomparable and the complexity of all things would confuse the simple minded. Our life is just the journey of grey between the white and black, we are the colouring between the simplest of shades. Everything can be sorted into a shade and simplified and thus life becomes repetative and boring, I want to see someone actually try something new and not immediately relate it to something they have already experienced.



-Hardcore Soldiers;
More than a decade of the most
powerful music forces known to men.
Since the beginning of the hardcore
era we encounted several evil forces
trying to destroy what we call our life.
After the great war the world thought
hardcore died and vanished forever.
But there's an old legend that tells us
it's impossible to destroy the core
and trying to do so will unleash a beast
more powerful than the world has
ever seen. The beast will form a
hardcore army and will call itself its master.
This is the moment all hardcore soldiers
have been waiting for.
The master of hardcore will show the world
the true hardcore sound,
We will not vanish, we will not die!






Too weird to live, too rare to die;;

LATEST BLOG ENTRY

 
03:41pm | Jul 26, '08 | No Comments
The world in black and white,
There is only one sin,
The past [always] claws its way out,
How [does] forgiveness bud?
Peeking into that deserted alley for the last twenty-six years,
How [does] forgiveness bud?
Welled with sorrow,
I wondered if that’s how forgiveness budded.
The winter of 1975,
Peeking into that deserted alley,
I watched Hassan get raped.
I’d made a mistake.
I wish he’d give[n] me,
The punishment I craved.
All that followed—was,
Pain and silence,
Pain gathering its things,
True redemption is,
When guilt leads to good.