Уважаемые пидоры, помогите найти старый музыкальный клип про двух роботов, шёл по муз-тв или MTV. Весь клип роботы - маленький красный и большой синий (?) вместе идут к зрителю и поют песенку. А в конце клипа у большого со словами "вообще не стоит" вывешивается висюлькой из промежности шланг.
у чувака в середине тела был сгусток цвета, он изобрёл очки, на основе этого сгустка, как топливо, надевая которые давали юзеру радужную картинку мира (угу, эпл от туда идею спиздил), ну а потом он заебашил фабрику, где у каждого рабочего были такие очки, что бы они смотрели на весь этот пиздец с радостью.....
Делаю серию песен по 40к с использованием нейросетей.
Предыдущий пост - https://joyreactor.cc/post/5865875
Генерация голоса и музыки - udio
Изображения - stable diffusion
Монтаж, эффекты, постобработка - clipchamp
In the grim dark of the far future, Where the galaxy's a storm of fire, The Inquisition rises, a force so pure, Hunting heretics, they never tire.
With the power of the Emperor's will, In shadows they move, so cold and still. Against the xenos and the daemonic scourge, Inquisition stands on the verge.
Inquisition! Inquisition!
Inquisition, guardians of the light, In the endless war, they fight the blight. Through the void, in the darkest night, They are the Emperor’s might.
From Terra's halls to the furthest stars, They hold the line, they bear the scars, With faith and fire, they cleanse the taint, In the Emperor's name, they are the saint.
In the depths of the darkest lore, They purge the evil, restore the core, Against corruption in every form, They bring the fury of the storm.
Inquisition, guardians of the light, In the endless war, they fight the blight. Through the void, in the darkest night, They are the Emperor’s might.
Fear their judgment, feel their wrath, For the Emperor's will, they clear the path, No stone unturned, no soul unscathed, In their holy quest, the galaxy saved.
So heed the call of the Inquisition's creed, In the darkness, they plant the seed, Of hope and justice, fierce and bright, In the endless war, they are the light.
Where the galaxy's a storm of fire,
The Inquisition rises, a force so pure,
Hunting heretics, they never tire.
In shadows they move, so cold and still.
Against the xenos and the daemonic scourge,
Inquisition stands on the verge.
In the endless war, they fight the blight.
Through the void, in the darkest night,
They are the Emperor’s might.
They hold the line, they bear the scars,
With faith and fire, they cleanse the taint,
In the Emperor's name, they are the saint.
They purge the evil, restore the core,
Against corruption in every form,
They bring the fury of the storm.
In the endless war, they fight the blight.
Through the void, in the darkest night,
They are the Emperor’s might.
For the Emperor's will, they clear the path,
No stone unturned, no soul unscathed,
In their holy quest, the galaxy saved.
In the darkness, they plant the seed,
Of hope and justice, fierce and bright,
In the endless war, they are the light.