I’m not a composer, a poet or an artist, but I sometimes like creating songs.So I dcided to modify known songs into something related to Halo.As Christmas approaches, I tried to create something like this.I tried to remake “Santa Claus is coming to town” and “Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer”.Please consider that I am 14 and that I live in Romania, that means, I don’t speak english perfectly.
You better turn up
Better be online
You better play Reach all day and all night
Santa Chief is coming to Reach
He’s hunting for noobs, and killing them twice, he’s gonna find out who’s Covey, who’s nice.
Santa Chief is coming to Reach.
He sees you when you’re winning/losing, he knows when you’re online, he knows if you are pro or noob so be pro to not get owned/Yoinked. . .repeat
Master Chief the best Spartan
Was a very good soldier
And if you ever saw him
You could even say he owned/Yoinked
All of the other Spartans
Used to laugh and call him names
They never let poor Chief
Join in any training games
Then after Reach got glassed, Cortana came to say:
“Chiefy you’re the best Spartan, can’t you blow up Halo now?”
Then all the UNSC loved him
And they got the victory
Master Chief the best Spartan, you’ll go down in history. . .
Also, I made a song about grunts, based on the national anthem of my country.If anyone speaks romanian, here it is:
Deşteaptă-te gruntule din vise cu food nipple
În care te-adânciră barbarii Covenanţi
Acum ori niciodată croieşte-ţi alta soartă
La care sa se-nchine şi cruzii de Spartani
Acum ori niciodată să dai dovezi la lume
Că-n aste mâni mai este un fuel rod si un needler,
Și că-n spatele nostru cărăm cu fală-o bomba
Distrugătoare-n în lupte, o bomba cu metan!
Priviţi, Covenanţi fraieri, Elite, Brute, Hunteri,
Grunţita naţiune, ai voştri servitori,
Cu grenadele armate, şi cu bomba în spate,
Viață cu food nipple sau explodează toţi.
Voi grunţi, cu multe bombe, căci oastea-i kamikaze,
Deviza este fuga iar scopul ei mancarea.
Ne sinucidem mai bine-n luptă, dar s-avem burţile pline,
Decât să flămânzim iarăşi fără niciun food nipple!
I tried to translate it to english, but it doesen’t sound as good.I couldn’t find a translation and still keep the rhithm of the song.
Wake up you stupid grunt from dreams with food nipple
In which you were deepend by barbarian Covenants
You can choose now or never to have another fate
To which will have to obey even the cruel Spartans
You can choose now or never to give a proof to the world
That in your hands you still have a fuel rod and a needler
And that on our backs We proudly carry a bomb
Destructive in wars, a bomb full of methane
Just look stupid Covenants, Elites and Brutes and Hunters
Our gruntish nation, your poor and loyal slaves
With two armed grenades, and the bomb on our backs
Life with food nipple or everything blows up
You grunts with many bombs, because the army is kamikaze
Our motto is running and our goal is the food
We rather suicide but with a full stomach
Than (be) left to starve again without any food nipple!
Hope you liked it.If you have anything similar you can post them.Or you could give me suggestions on which songs to change.
P.S.Sorry for posting it in the wrong category.
Edit one day later: I hoped I would get more replies, but. . .whatever. . .
