Okay, i'll be the first to admit that song was released before it was ready. I just wanted something ready for Halloween so badly it was a rush job. Taking the song down, and spending more time on it, and refining what was already there, the song is ready to make it's second debut.

It's been changed a fair deal, extended, and the narrative at the beginning removed. Some pm's said they didn't like the narration, thats fine, for the sake of those who didn't like it, it's gone now.

For those who said "remove the vocals altogether", i'm afraid thats not going to happen. This is a collaboration with LadyArsenic, whether you like the vocals or not, it's going to be there, I can only hope that you do in fact like it. Remember that LadyArsenic sent me a sample stream of melodic ideas, and I cut the voice files up to suit my own ideas. For example, in her stream there is not a single part which repeats, so if there is a part where the voice does not suit the music, that is my fault, not hers!

A few more changes are scheduled, but thus far, it is close completion.

Enjoy, Subito Crudelo, the story of the bride spirit haunting the cathedral, and prequel to the song Crumbling Cathedral!

: Subito Crudelo means roughly "So Cruel" in case anybody is wondering.

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Here's the continuation of my story, Epic and Irrelevant like always!

The death of MaestroEmo had left for me a horrible angst in my heart. SO heavy, so dark, I had to bust out ALL the words which rhymed with die, lie, cry, defy/deny, and every other word which would immediately give you a fashionable hairstyle, and goes with the ability to play the wrist violin. I swear i'm busting out the mad wrist solos, playing whole concertos.

I'm never actually concious to see the ending of mine own concerts, I like to think a standing ovation to each performance however. They're not throwing those pineapples at me, but with me!

At the time MilkMan_Dan was going to go away to the army, to do things I never could... like fire a gun... without somebody going "WHAT DID THE MOOSE EVER DO TO YOU >:'(!!!?"

We were planning on joining our forces and locating a game to extend our talents to. We would definitely rux teh world of electronics, one bloody note at a time. We weren't ready for it of course, but young dreams, for young hearts. Our search to find a game let me find an online game called Tribal Wars...

oh FOR LORE that game consumed my soul for a year. Getting my ass handed to me via mass soldiers crushing my soul seemed to be a fetish I couldn't understand. Getting beaten again and again, and again, then again, to be slain. It was like playing Pac Man. No ending, just hours of pointless losing. Yet I came back for more every time...

I am fairly sure Pac Man was the root reason our generation can't finish anything. That game has taught us well... there is no end to your struggles it said to us, give up, run to the nearest power drug, mess things up beyond repair, and then get eaten alive by the ghosts that haunt you.

Checkmate! (Or king me)

The reason I had left was due to my own insecurities. Boy I didn't care much they said my music sucked, but when they started to bring my mother and fat hamster into the picture, it got personal.

"I bet your hamster is SO fat, it waddles to it's food and stores at a 50% more capicity then the other hamsters!!!"

dissed and dismissed, I could never live it down. My Hamster with his chubbiness nibbled in sorrow. I chose to sit beside him, and nibble also, for we both were outcasts, only able to nibble.

And nibble we did.

I chose to nibble organic materials, my hamster decided that it was high time that my polyester jacket got a thrashing of a lifetime. He scurried on up to it, and then did what any fat hamster which just waddled 30 centimeters would do.

He nibbled the hell out of that thing.

Poor bastard was on his back, legs twitching in an hour. I walked into the room, dropping my upside down cake, rightside up, which in it of itself is blasphemy, and ran up to him.

"Walnut! Why!? WHYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!?!?!"

He waved his arm motioning me to come closer. Closer, closer still. When my ear was within squeeking distance, he raised his leg, and let one rip. Giggling violently, he went gently into that good night, leaving me to take care of the mess.

Bless you Walnut, you died the way you lived, without apology.

An entirely pointless story I know, but I felt it was important the reader realize I just don't care that i've wasted your precious time. I am cold and heartless like that.

I will likely continue the story to MaestroAngerIssues after this.