DEATHCORE IS A HYBRID MIX OF METALCORE AND DEATH METAL IT FEATURES HEAVILY PALMED MUTED RIFFING AND DEEP OR HIGH PITCHED SCREAMS AND PIG SQUEALING/DEEP GROWLING IT HAS ATTRACTED A LOT OF ATTENTION IN THE PAST YEARS BUT TO CLARIFY ALL OF THESE QUESTIONS DEATHCORE IS NOT METAL FOR 1 GOOD REASON IT DIDNT EVOLVE FROM PUSSY ASS METAL MUSIC IT EVOLD FROM HARDCORE WHICH BRANCHED OFF FROM HARDCORE PUNK AND BESIDES HARDCORE/DEATHCORE & METALCORES NEVER GOT ALONG WITH METALHEADS TO BEGIN WITH!!
AS SOON AS WE PUT CORE ON OUR GENRE IT SEPERATES US FROM PUSSY METAL MUSIC
RESPECT TO REAL DEATHCORE BANDS SUCH AS
YEARS SPENT COLD,FLOAT FACE DOWN,BURNING SKIES,A DIFFERENT BREED OF KILLER , BELAY MY LAST!FUCK METAL/BLACK METAL/DEATH METAL/THRASH METAL/POWER METAL AND ALL THAT OTHE TIGHT PANTS WEARING LONG HAIRED HAVING SHIT TALKING PUSSY SHIT U CALL MUSIC INSULT US DEATHCORES ALL U WANT U STUPID POT SMOKIN DRUG ABUSING FUCK HEADS AT LEAST WE DONT GO AROUND BITCHING AT OTHER PEOPLES MUSIC JUST BECAUSE WERE INSECURES FAGS WHO CANT GET A RECORD LABLE CUZ DEATHCORE IS BAD ASS AND METAL SUX BALL GET A LIFE U FAGS!!!!!!!! CORE FOR LIFE PUTOS!!!!!!!!
RESPECT TO REAL DEATHCORE BANDS SUCH AS
YEARS SPENT COLD,FLOAT FACE DOWN,BURNING SKIES,A DIFFERENT BREED OF KILLER , BELAY MY LAST!
1. the sounds usually heard during an intense or explosive orgasim.
2. the sounds unintentionally created while ultimatly straining a stool from the anal cavity
1. dude, i was showin her my o face! but i bet the neighbors next door heard my ultimate strain! they looked at me wierd the next day... u showed my man flower off!
2. when i was droppin that stink nugget from my brown eye, the burning sensation was so intense that it seared and scortched my anal flower; my ultimate strain was so loud it shook the walls and helped alleviated the pain from my shit stool.
1) NO WARNING SHOT Bristolish, British Thrash Punk hardcore band.
2)A strange tribe can be identified by the markings NWS tattooed on the inside of their bottom lip. Notorious for causing havoc and inciting violent riots.
1) YES MATTTTTEEE have you seen that 'NO WARNING SHOT' band yet. They're fierce !
2) That NWS crew are completely out of control
Cannabis. In particular, hashish (as it is sticky). Popularised by certain death metal bands, including Burning Skies in their song 'Sticky Richard'.
'ere mate, you got any sticky Richard?
If anyone's got a bit o' the ol' sticky Richard on 'em, come see us after the gig ;)
#Sticky Richard born and bred
In the hearts of those who want their eyes red
Play some metal, smoke some green
No weak shit in between#
Someone who turns 21 and rawdogs it in the parking lot of a stripclub on the ground, while being buzzed but still conscious enough to know that this is nasty. This act of Savage Rawdogginess leads to the person becoming famous and envied by all those around them. Though it may seem like blue skies and rainbows, the person usually goes home with a present thats never wanted...ew.
Ram: Yo dog i straight up Savage Rawdogged this chick in the parking lot of the Driftwood last night for my birthday!!! That shit was fucking OMEGA TITS baby!!!
Sanchan: Ahhhhhhhh shit ma nigga!!! So you dick burning yet?
1. Israfel is the angel of beauty, song, counsel, sympathy, and resurrection. His most instruments are the trumpet and the lute. Being the angel of resurrection, he resurrects those using his trumpet. Edgar Allan Poe wrote a poem about Israfel as well.
2. A character in Juvenile Orion, also known as Tsukasa Amou, part of the Eraser faction. He lives with Tomonori-san, a priest, and suffers from amnesia.
1. In Heaven a spirit doth dwellmore...
"Whose heart-strings are a lute";
None sing so wildly well
As the angel Israfel,
And the giddy stars (so legends tell),
Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell
Of his voice, all mute.
In her highest noon,
The enamored moon
Blushes with love,
While, to listen, the red levin
(With the rapid Pleiads, even,
Which were seven,)
Pauses in Heaven.
And they say (the starry choir
And the other listening things)
That Israfeli's fire
Is owing to that lyre
By which he sits and sings-
The trembling living wire
Of those unusual strings.
But the skies that angel trod,
Where deep thoughts are a duty-
Where Love's a grown-up God-
Where the Houri glances are
Imbued with all the beauty
Which we worship in a star.
Therefore thou art not wrong,
Israfeli, who despisest
An unimpassioned song;
To thee the laurels belong,
Best bard, because the wisest!
Merrily live, and long!
The ecstasies above
With thy burning measures suit-
Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love,
With the fervor of thy lute-
Well may the stars be mute!
Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely- flowers,
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
Is the sunshine of ours.
If I could dwell
Hath dwelt, and he where I,
He might not sing so wildly well