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Change Of Seasons by Castrum Doloris

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                               Change of Seasons
                  First presented at AntIQ 2000 [2000.08.18]


    ÚÄ  -  --  -  Ä¿
         Credits
    ÀÄ ÄÄÄ  -ÄÄÄù ÄÙ
    -ÄÄÄÂÄÄÄÄ--Äþhhc (exe)  úúúùùù  Farkas G bor  ùùùúúú       hhc_@umszki.hu
        ÃÄ-ÄÄÄþGrass (png)  úúúùùù   Vigh David   ùùùúúú       grass@scene.hu
        ÃÄÄÄÄÄÄþMozy (mp3)  úúúùùù  M¢zes Attila  ùùùúúú     mozy@freemail.hu
        ÃÄùÄþLeader[ (mp3)  úúúùùù Hegeds Zolt n ùùùúúú  leaderc@freemail.hu
        ÀÄÄÄùÄþAries (asc)  úúúùùù  Feh‚r J nos   ùùùúúú   aries@vlug.vein.hu


    ÚÄ  -  --  - Ä¿
         Rights
    ÀÄ ÄÄÄ¿ -ÄÄÄùÄÙ
          ÃÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄù
          ³    This  material  is  not  freeware!  You're  allowed to copy it
          .    freely  for  non-profit  purposes,  but nothing can be changed
          ³    for the demo without our written permission. If you modify the
          |    code,  graphics  or the musics or you steal them, we will kick
          ³    your  ass. We take no responsibility for the demo. If it cause
          ³    hardware problems, it's your own problem...
          ÀÄ-ÄÄÄÄÄÄù


    ÚÄ  -  --    Ä¿
      Who we are?
    ÀÄ ÄÄÄ -ÄÄÄù ÄÙ
    -ÄÄÄÄÄÄÂþLeaderC (mp3) úúúùùù Hegeds Zolt n ùùùúúú  leaderc@freemail.hu
           ÃÄÄÄþMozy (mp3) úúúùùù  M¢zes Attila  ùùùúúú     mozy@freemail.hu
         ÚùÀÄÄþAries (asc) úúúùùù  Feh‚r J nos   ùùùúúú   aries@vlug.vein.hu
         |
         ÃÄ-ÄÄÄÄþHHC (exe) úúúùùù  Farkas G bor  ùùùúúú       hhc_@umszki.hu
         ÀÄùÄÄþGrass (png) úúúùùù   Vigh D vid   ùùùúúú       grass@scene.hu


    ÚÄ - -- ùù ú    ÄÄÄúÄ¿
          About CMDS     ³
    ÀÄù-Ä¿ ÄÄÄÄùÄÄÄ-ÄÄÄ-ÄÙ
         ³
         ÃÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄùú
         ³     Once  uppon  a time there was a team called Black RainboW. One
         ³     member  -  LeaderC  [musician] - left the group after AntIQ'98
         ³     and  he  made  another  team  with  a  friend  of  him  - Mozy
         |     [musician]  -  called  CastruM  DoloriS.  CMDS  means  funeral
         ³     parlour.  We  chose  this  name,  'cos that time we'd got dark
         ³     feelings,  and  we  thought  that  name expressed our approach
         ú     about  the  world,  our view of life. A few days later another
         ³     friend  joined  called  Aries [swapper]. This three man is the
         ³     engine  of  this little team. We've made several projects, but
         ³     all  of  them  were  failed,  'cos  we  hadn't  got any active
         ³     coder/graphician/key  framer.  We  had got some outers, Nihil,
         ³     Guillotine,  Doominator,  Ellyn, Blue Dragon, Luppy, Pe3, LGB,
         ³     RaZ etc... but they did not do anything, so we kicked them out
         .     [except  Ellyn  and  Blue  Dragon]. Hhc_, a young coder joined
         ³     this  year. We are very happy, 'cos he is active enough. We've
         ³     got  now  a  new  graphician,  the leg of god, Grass. He is an
         ù     oldface  on  the  scene, and he is really good! So, this 5 men
         ³     are the CastruM DoloriS. i hope it's enough.
         ÀÄÄÄÄÄÄùú


    ÚÄ - -- ùù ú    ÄÄÄúÄ¿
       About This Demo   ³
    ÀÄù-Ä¿ ÄÄÄÄùÄÄÄ-ÄÄÄ-ÄÙ
         |
         ÃÄ-ÄÄÄÄÄÄ-ÄÄ ù ú
         ³     So after we'd got a whole team, we wanted to make a demo which
         ³     is  a  2d  oldschool  ['cos  we  haven't  got any key-framer],
         ³     artistic,  great  demo.  The  main idea of the four seasons is
         ³     Aries'.  The  base  ideas were: make something new but within'
         ³     oldschool environment demo with few code and lot's of graphics
         ù     demo  with 4 zax demo run under linux but of course there were
         ³     several  hardship.  The  musicians had to compose music in two
         ³     and  a  half minutes which was very difficult, reach a feeling
         |     in  2.5minutes,  it's  not an easy job. Beacause both musician
         ³     hates   tracking,  the  musics  were  MP3  witch  was  another
         ³     difficulty. The coder [hhc] wanted to code the demo under DOS,
         .     'cos  he knows DOS better, so the demo will run under DOS, but
         ³     we've  confidence in the future and we hope that the next CMDS
         ³     demo  will  run  under  Linux  too.  So, here we are. The demo
         ³     header  is in C (because of midas and mpglib), and effects are
         ³     fullasm.
         ÀÄ-ÄÄÄÄÄù-

    ÚÄ - -- ùù ú    ÄÄÄúÄ¿
       LeaderC's thanks  ³
    ÀÄù-Ä¿ ÄÄÄÄùÄÄÄ-ÄÄÄ-ÄÙ
         ÃÄÄÄÄ-ÄÄú
         |     Mixi ^ Picasso Point
         ³     Blala ^ Byteam/Elvont
         .     Arpi ^ Astral
         ³     Larry ^ CN
         ³     Ervin ^ Abaddon
         ³     Codeorgo ^ Black RainboW
         ú     Mozy ^ CMDS
         ³     Aries ^ BR/CMDS
         ³     jabberwock ^ crash orchestra/dinasty/contract
         ³     da Blondie ^ Singular
         ÀÄÄÄù-ú

    ÚÄ - -- ùù ú    ÄÄÄúÄ¿
         hhc's thanks    |
    ÀÄù-Ä¿ ÄÄÄÄùÄÄÄ-ÄÄÄ-ÄÙ
         Ã-ÄÄ-ÄÄù-
         ³     Codeorgo ^ Black Rainbow
         .     Megasys
         ³     Picard ^ Exceed
         ³
         |     and for the authors of MIDAS Zlib Mpglib
         À-ÄÄÄÄÄùú

    ÚÄ - -- ùù ú    ÄÄÄúÄ¿
        Aries' thanks    |
    ÀÄù-Ä¿ ÄÄÄÄùÄÄÄ-ÄÄÄ-ÄÙ
         Ã-ÄÄ-ÄÄù-
         |     A kurva any tok...
         À-ÄÄÄÄÄùú

    ÚÄ - -- ùù ú    ÄÄÄúÄ¿
         Mozy's thanks   |
    ÀÄù-Ä¿ ÄÄÄÄùÄÄÄ-ÄÄÄ-ÄÙ
         Ã-ÄÄ-ÄÄù-
         |     Aries ^ BR/CMDS
         ³     LeaderC ^ CMDS
         .     HHC ^ CMDS
         ³     Morticia
         ù     Lydia
         ³     Jack da Ripa
         ³     Alexandra Gy.
         ú     Deadsoul
         ³     Ignatius Pannonius
         þ     e.t.c.
         À-ÄÄÄÄÄùú


    ÚÄù --  -- ùù ú  Ä -  ÄÄÄúÄ¿
      ...and for these mortals
    ÀÄù-Ä¿  ÄÄÄÄùÄÄÄ-ÄÄÄ -Ä  -ÄÙ
         ÃÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ
         ù     Abaddon,  Astral,  AstroideA,  Autopsy, Black RainboW, Breeze,
         ³     Byteam, Capanna, CDi, Chrome, Contract, Criminal Gang, D-Eyes,
         ú     Dilemma, Dinasty, Ekrazit, Euthanasia, Exceed, Exhumers, Firg,
         ³     Fresh, gRiF [the God], Inquisition, IqDePo, Majic 12, Mandula,
         |     Molecoola,   Picasso  Point,  Power  Rangers,  Rg42,   Shock!,
         .     Singular
         ÀÄ-ÄÄÄÄùú

    ÚÄù --  -- ùù ú  Ä -  ÄÄÄúÄ¿
              Lyrix
    ÀÄù-Ä¿  ÄÄÄÄùÄÄÄ-ÄÄÄ -Ä  -ÄÙ
         ³
         ÃÄÄÄÄÄÄ-ÄÄÄÄÄù
         ³     Ode by Attila J¢zsef (1933)
         ³         Translated by Zsuzsanna Ozsv th and Frederick Turner
         ù
         ³     1
         ³
         ³     I am alone on these glittering crags.
         |     A sinuous breeze
         ³     floats delicious, the infant summer's
         ³     suppertime simmer and ease.
         .     I school my heart into this silence.
         ³     Not so arduous --
         ³     All that is vanished is aswarm in me,
         ú     my head is bowed, and my hand is
         ³     vacuous.
         ³
         ³     I see the mane of the mountain --
         ³     each little leafvein
         ³     leaps with the light of your brow.
         ³
         ³     The path is quite deserted,
         ³     I see how your skirt is floated
         |     in the wind's sough.
         ³     Under the tender, the tenuous bough
         ³     I see you shake out your hair, how it clings,
         ³     your soft, trembling breasts; behold
         i     -- just as the Szinva-stream glides beneath --
         ³     the round white pebbles of your teeth,
         ³     and how the welling laughter springs
         ³     tumbling over them like fairy gold.
         ³
         ³     2
         ³
         ³     Oh how much I love you, who've given
         ³     speech to both the universes:
         ³     the heart's caves, its trickweaving deepenings,
         i     sly involute lonelinesses --
         ³     and starry heaven.
         ³     As water glides from its own thunderous fall
         ³     you fly from me and we are cleft and parted,
         ³     whilst I, among the mountains of my life, still call,
         ³     still kneel, and sing, and raise the echo with my cry,
         ³     slamming against the earth and sky,
         |     that I love you, step-nurse, mother-hearted!
         ³
         ³     3
         ³
         :     I love you as a child his mother's breast,
         ³     as the dumb caves their own bottomlessness,
         ³     as halls the light that shows them best,
         ³     as the soul loves flame, as the body rest!
         ù     I love you as we who marked for death
         ³     love the moments of their living breath.
         ³
         ³     Every smile, every word, every move you make,
         ³     as falling bodies to my earth, I press;
         ³     as into metal acids eat and ache,
         ú     I etch you in my brains with instinct's stress,
         ³     beautiful shapeliness,
         ³     your substance fills the essence they partake.
         ³
         ³     The moments march by, clattering and relentless,
         |     but in my ears your silence lies.
         ³     Even the stars blaze up, fall, evanesce,
         ³     but you're a stillness in my eyes.
         ù     The taste of you, hushed like a cavern-pool,
         ³     floats in my mouth, as cool;
         ³     your hand, upon a water-glass,
         ³     veined with its glowing lace,
         ³     dawns beautiful.
         |
         ³     4
         ³
         ù     Ah, what strange stuff is this of which I'm made,
         ³     that but your glance can sculpt me into shape? --
         ³     what kind of soul, what kind of light or shade,
         ³     what prodigy that I, who have long strayed
         ³     in my dim fog of nothingness unmade,
         ³     explore your fertile body's curving scape?
         .
         ³     -- And as the logos flowers in my brain,
         ³     immerse myself in its occult terrain! ...
         ³
         ³     Your capillaries, like a bloodred rose,
         ³     ceaselessly stir and dance.
         ú     There that eternal current seethes and flows
         ³     and flowers as love upon your countenance,
         ³     to bless with fruit your womb's dark excellence.
         ³     A myriad rootlets broider round
         ³     and round your stomach's tender ground,
         ³     whose subtle threadings, woven and unwound,
         ³     unknit the very knot whereby they're bound,
         ³     that thus thy lymphy cellbrood might abound,
         þ     and the great, leaved boughs of thy lungs resound
         ³     their whispered glory round!
         ³
         ³     The eterna materia goes marching on
         ³     happily through your gut's dark cavern-cells,
         ³     and to the dead waste rich life is given
         ³     within the ardent kidneys' boiling wells!
         ø
         ³     Billowing, your hills arise, arise,
         ³     constellations tremble in your skies,
         ³     lakes, factories work on by day and night,
         ³     a million creatures bustle with delight,
         ³     millipede,
         ³     seaweed,
         ³     a heartless mercy, gentle cruelty,
         .     your hot sun shines, your darkling north light broods,
         ³     in you there stir the unscanned moods
         ³     of a blind incalculable eternity.
         ³
         ³     5
         |
         ³     So falls in clotted spatters
         ³     at your feet this blood,
         ³     this parched utterance.
         ³     Being stutters;
         ³     law is the only spotless eloquence.
         ³     My toiling organs, wherein I am renewed
         ³     over and over daily, are subdued
         .     to their final silence.
         ³
         ³     But yet each part cries out --
         ³     O you who from the billioned multitude,
         ³     O you unique, you chosen, wooed
         ³     and singled out, you cradle, bed,
         |     and grave, soft quickener of the dead,
         ³     receive me into you.
         ³
         ³     (How high is this dawn-shadowy sky!
         ù     Armies are glittering in its ore.
         ³     Radiance anguishing to the eye.
         ³     Now I am lost, I can no more.
         ³     Up in the world I hear it batter,
         ³     my heart's old roar.)
         ³
         ³     6
         ³
         ³     `(Envoi)`
         ³
         ³     (Now the train's going down the track,
         þ     maybe today it'll carry me back,
         ³     maybe my hot face will cool down today,
         ³     maybe you'll talk to me, maybe you'll say:
         ³
         ³     Warm water's running, there's a bath by and by!
         ³     Here is a towel, now get yourself dry!
         ³     The meat's on the oven, and you will be fed!
         .     There where I lie, there is your bed.)
         ÀÄÄ-ÄùÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ-ùú


               CastruM DoloriS 2000.08.17. Hungary - milennilegjobb!
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