dadabots вышли покурить
Закончилась эпоха. Длиннейший нейроперфоманс непрекращающегося дес-метала таки всё... Все эти годы я переодически заходил на стрим, слушал, пытался найти повторения и общие паттерны... F
Да, в наше время, когда с помощью нейросетей уже можно генерировать записи, не отличимые от гаражных демок, звук dadabots покажется сумбурной кашей, но всё же стоит отдать должное старичкам!
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.