Change Of Seasons by Castrum Doloris
.d`∙■°·Castrum Doloris Demogroup ·. , .sd$$$: ,ds,._ :::: ,db._ :::::: $$$$$$$ :::::: $$$$$$$$$$$$$b@%s. ::: dd$$«7$$Sbs. :::: ;;; :$$$$$$½b@%s¬$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$:~~`~'"ⁿ╚*?$$$$$Ls$$$' `$$$$$$ .;;;; ::: `$$$$$$$$$$S*²"~`$. `?$$$$$$ⁿ``?$$$$: ::::::: :$$$$$$$$I,._ `~º╝ⁿ'.::::: ;;;;.`?$$$$$$7 ;;;;.`$$. `?$$$' .$$$'$$b. ;;;; .$$$$$$'`~°ⁿ╚?$b%s ;;;;;;; :::::: `$$$$$b. ::::'.`$$. `$' .$$$$' :$$$$b,.d$$?╜ⁿ' :::::: `?$$$$ :::::: ⁿ*?S$$$S#@%s*'$$ .$$$$$' |QNX┘ⁿ°~` -ars- _.sd$$S7' Change of Seasons First presented at AntIQ 2000 [2000.08.18] ┌─ - -- - ─┐ Credits └─ ─── -───∙ ─┘ -───┬────--─■hhc (exe) ···∙∙∙ Farkas Gábor ∙∙∙··· hhc_@umszki.hu ├─-───■Grass (png) ···∙∙∙ Vigh David ∙∙∙··· grass@scene.hu ├──────■Mozy (mp3) ···∙∙∙ Mózes Attila ∙∙∙··· mozy@freemail.hu ├─∙─■Leader[ (mp3) ···∙∙∙ Hegedüs Zoltán ∙∙∙··· leaderc@freemail.hu └───∙─■Aries (asc) ···∙∙∙ Fehér János ∙∙∙··· aries@vlug.vein.hu ┌─ - -- - ─┐ Rights └─ ───┐ -───∙─┘ ├────────∙ │ This material is not freeware! You're allowed to copy it . freely for non-profit purposes, but nothing can be changed │ for the demo without our written permission. If you modify the | code, graphics or the musics or you steal them, we will kick │ your ass. We take no responsibility for the demo. If it cause │ hardware problems, it's your own problem... └─-──────∙ ┌─ - -- ─┐ Who we are? └─ ─── -───∙ ─┘ -──────┬■LeaderC (mp3) ···∙∙∙ Hegedüs Zoltán ∙∙∙··· leaderc@freemail.hu ├───■Mozy (mp3) ···∙∙∙ Mózes Attila ∙∙∙··· mozy@freemail.hu ┌∙└──■Aries (asc) ···∙∙∙ Fehér János ∙∙∙··· aries@vlug.vein.hu | ├─-────■HHC (exe) ···∙∙∙ Farkas Gábor ∙∙∙··· hhc_@umszki.hu └─∙──■Grass (png) ···∙∙∙ Vigh Dávid ∙∙∙··· grass@scene.hu ┌─ - -- ∙∙ · ───·─┐ About CMDS │ └─∙-─┐ ────∙───-───-─┘ │ ├────────∙· │ Once uppon a time there was a team called Black RainboW. One │ member - LeaderC [musician] - left the group after AntIQ'98 │ and he made another team with a friend of him - Mozy | [musician] - called CastruM DoloriS. CMDS means funeral │ parlour. We chose this name, 'cos that time we'd got dark │ feelings, and we thought that name expressed our approach · about the world, our view of life. A few days later another │ friend joined called Aries [swapper]. This three man is the │ engine of this little team. We've made several projects, but │ all of them were failed, 'cos we hadn't got any active │ coder/graphician/key framer. We had got some outers, Nihil, │ Guillotine, Doominator, Ellyn, Blue Dragon, Luppy, Pe3, LGB, │ RaZ etc... but they did not do anything, so we kicked them out . [except Ellyn and Blue Dragon]. Hhc_, a young coder joined │ this year. We are very happy, 'cos he is active enough. We've │ got now a new graphician, the leg of god, Grass. He is an ∙ oldface on the scene, and he is really good! So, this 5 men │ are the CastruM DoloriS. i hope it's enough. └──────∙· ┌─ - -- ∙∙ · ───·─┐ About This Demo │ └─∙-─┐ ────∙───-───-─┘ | ├─-──────-── ∙ · │ So after we'd got a whole team, we wanted to make a demo which │ is a 2d oldschool ['cos we haven't got any key-framer], │ artistic, great demo. The main idea of the four seasons is │ Aries'. The base ideas were: make something new but within' │ oldschool environment demo with few code and lot's of graphics ∙ demo with 4 zax demo run under linux but of course there were │ several hardship. The musicians had to compose music in two │ and a half minutes which was very difficult, reach a feeling | in 2.5minutes, it's not an easy job. Beacause both musician │ hates tracking, the musics were MP3 witch was another │ difficulty. The coder [hhc] wanted to code the demo under DOS, . 'cos he knows DOS better, so the demo will run under DOS, but │ we've confidence in the future and we hope that the next CMDS │ demo will run under Linux too. So, here we are. The demo │ header is in C (because of midas and mpglib), and effects are │ fullasm. └─-─────∙- ┌─ - -- ∙∙ · ───·─┐ LeaderC's thanks │ └─∙-─┐ ────∙───-───-─┘ ├────-──· | Mixi ^ Picasso Point │ Blala ^ Byteam/Elvont . Arpi ^ Astral │ Larry ^ CN │ Ervin ^ Abaddon │ Codeorgo ^ Black RainboW · Mozy ^ CMDS │ Aries ^ BR/CMDS │ jabberwock ^ crash orchestra/dinasty/contract │ da Blondie ^ Singular └───∙-· ┌─ - -- ∙∙ · ───·─┐ hhc's thanks | └─∙-─┐ ────∙───-───-─┘ ├-──-──∙- │ Codeorgo ^ Black Rainbow . Megasys │ Picard ^ Exceed │ | and for the authors of MIDAS Zlib Mpglib └-─────∙· ┌─ - -- ∙∙ · ───·─┐ Aries' thanks | └─∙-─┐ ────∙───-───-─┘ ├-──-──∙- | A kurva anyátok... └-─────∙· ┌─ - -- ∙∙ · ───·─┐ Mozy's thanks | └─∙-─┐ ────∙───-───-─┘ ├-──-──∙- | Aries ^ BR/CMDS │ LeaderC ^ CMDS . HHC ^ CMDS │ Morticia ∙ Lydia │ Jack da Ripa │ Alexandra Gy. · Deadsoul │ Ignatius Pannonius ■ e.t.c. └-─────∙· ┌─∙ -- -- ∙∙ · ─ - ───·─┐ ...and for these mortals └─∙-─┐ ────∙───-─── -─ -─┘ ├─────── ∙ Abaddon, Astral, AstroideA, Autopsy, Black RainboW, Breeze, │ Byteam, Capanna, CDi, Chrome, Contract, Criminal Gang, D-Eyes, · Dilemma, Dinasty, Ekrazit, Euthanasia, Exceed, Exhumers, Firg, │ Fresh, gRiF [the God], Inquisition, IqDePo, Majic 12, Mandula, | Molecoola, Picasso Point, Power Rangers, Rg42, Shock!, . Singular └─-────∙· ┌─∙ -- -- ∙∙ · ─ - ───·─┐ Lyrix └─∙-─┐ ────∙───-─── -─ -─┘ │ ├──────-─────∙ │ Ode by Attila József (1933) │ Translated by Zsuzsanna Ozsváth and Frederick Turner ∙ │ 1 │ │ I am alone on these glittering crags. | A sinuous breeze │ floats delicious, the infant summer's │ suppertime simmer and ease. . I school my heart into this silence. │ Not so arduous -- │ All that is vanished is aswarm in me, · my head is bowed, and my hand is │ vacuous. │ │ I see the mane of the mountain -- │ each little leafvein │ leaps with the light of your brow. │ │ The path is quite deserted, │ I see how your skirt is floated | in the wind's sough. │ Under the tender, the tenuous bough │ I see you shake out your hair, how it clings, │ your soft, trembling breasts; behold i -- just as the Szinva-stream glides beneath -- │ the round white pebbles of your teeth, │ and how the welling laughter springs │ tumbling over them like fairy gold. │ │ 2 │ │ Oh how much I love you, who've given │ speech to both the universes: │ the heart's caves, its trickweaving deepenings, i sly involute lonelinesses -- │ and starry heaven. │ As water glides from its own thunderous fall │ you fly from me and we are cleft and parted, │ whilst I, among the mountains of my life, still call, │ still kneel, and sing, and raise the echo with my cry, │ slamming against the earth and sky, | that I love you, step-nurse, mother-hearted! │ │ 3 │ : I love you as a child his mother's breast, │ as the dumb caves their own bottomlessness, │ as halls the light that shows them best, │ as the soul loves flame, as the body rest! ∙ I love you as we who marked for death │ love the moments of their living breath. │ │ Every smile, every word, every move you make, │ as falling bodies to my earth, I press; │ as into metal acids eat and ache, · I etch you in my brains with instinct's stress, │ beautiful shapeliness, │ your substance fills the essence they partake. │ │ The moments march by, clattering and relentless, | but in my ears your silence lies. │ Even the stars blaze up, fall, evanesce, │ but you're a stillness in my eyes. ∙ The taste of you, hushed like a cavern-pool, │ floats in my mouth, as cool; │ your hand, upon a water-glass, │ veined with its glowing lace, │ dawns beautiful. | │ 4 │ ∙ Ah, what strange stuff is this of which I'm made, │ that but your glance can sculpt me into shape? -- │ what kind of soul, what kind of light or shade, │ what prodigy that I, who have long strayed │ in my dim fog of nothingness unmade, │ explore your fertile body's curving scape? . │ -- And as the logos flowers in my brain, │ immerse myself in its occult terrain! ... │ │ Your capillaries, like a bloodred rose, │ ceaselessly stir and dance. · There that eternal current seethes and flows │ and flowers as love upon your countenance, │ to bless with fruit your womb's dark excellence. │ A myriad rootlets broider round │ and round your stomach's tender ground, │ whose subtle threadings, woven and unwound, │ unknit the very knot whereby they're bound, │ that thus thy lymphy cellbrood might abound, ■ and the great, leaved boughs of thy lungs resound │ their whispered glory round! │ │ The eterna materia goes marching on │ happily through your gut's dark cavern-cells, │ and to the dead waste rich life is given │ within the ardent kidneys' boiling wells! ° │ Billowing, your hills arise, arise, │ constellations tremble in your skies, │ lakes, factories work on by day and night, │ a million creatures bustle with delight, │ millipede, │ seaweed, │ a heartless mercy, gentle cruelty, . your hot sun shines, your darkling north light broods, │ in you there stir the unscanned moods │ of a blind incalculable eternity. │ │ 5 | │ So falls in clotted spatters │ at your feet this blood, │ this parched utterance. │ Being stutters; │ law is the only spotless eloquence. │ My toiling organs, wherein I am renewed │ over and over daily, are subdued . to their final silence. │ │ But yet each part cries out -- │ O you who from the billioned multitude, │ O you unique, you chosen, wooed │ and singled out, you cradle, bed, | and grave, soft quickener of the dead, │ receive me into you. │ │ (How high is this dawn-shadowy sky! ∙ Armies are glittering in its ore. │ Radiance anguishing to the eye. │ Now I am lost, I can no more. │ Up in the world I hear it batter, │ my heart's old roar.) │ │ 6 │ │ `(Envoi)` │ │ (Now the train's going down the track, ■ maybe today it'll carry me back, │ maybe my hot face will cool down today, │ maybe you'll talk to me, maybe you'll say: │ │ Warm water's running, there's a bath by and by! │ Here is a towel, now get yourself dry! │ The meat's on the oven, and you will be fed! . There where I lie, there is your bed.) └──-─∙────────-∙· CastruM DoloriS 2000.08.17. Hungary - milennilegjobb!
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