broken knight // 1 Hour Ambience 

"The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him." - G.K. Chesterton

“No King rules forever, my son.” Edit: I’ve summoned the Christians

“Fight for your dreams, and your dreams will fight for you.”

“A King may move a man, a father may claim a son, but remember that even when those who move you be Kings, or men of power, your soul is in your keeping alone. When you stand before God, you cannot say, "But I was told by others to do thus." Or that, "Virtue was not convenient at the time." This will not suffice. Remember that.” ― King Baldwin IV

Imagine you are this solider. You were at a battle, everyone fought it. Everyone died except you. Your side as well as the enemys side. Gone. Now, tired, you place the sword that's covered with blood of human beings with goals, aspirations and family and lay down. Your entire armor is covered in blood. Knowing that you reached your end in life you watch how the wind blows, the grass, the river at your side and how everything seems so calm. "It all ended, but at what cost?" you wonder. Ashamed you take a look at your armor covered with blood, scratches from the entire sword fights. You are physically as well as mentally exhausted from the endless battles you had since you were born in life. And your fate has come. A tear comes out of your cheek. Then another. And another. And another, Before you know it you are crying. You lost so much blood you start to feel your fate closer and closer... Then you lean at your sword and you feel your soul rising up... Like imagine this for a minute... It's so painful to imagine... It's so depressing... but also so peaceful...

"Perhaps I've wandered long enough.. I need to rest...for now.."

This sound is so wonderful. The person who is reading this comment , i wish you great success , health, love and happiness!!! ♥

Today is my 25th birthday, only a handful of people remembered including family. I lost all sense of purpose now that the goals I worked so hard for are gone and I am left with the memories of what was and could’ve been and I feel nothing but hatred for everything I once admired and aspired to. I see little reason to smile like before. God, forgive me for holding such vengeful thoughts and hatred in my heart for things I can’t change.

November 13th, first hug, first touch, first kiss.. high-school, was awesome man.. i used to go early just to see her, i used to change classes just to be there with her. i love her, i feel like she is meant for me.. to be with me. i learned life because of her. mentioned her in my prayers, but.. life is cruel. stay strong soldiers.. or in this case, knights.

I love ambience and background images like this. You can create an entire backstory of the character or the scene. In this case, it can be both. My guess, since it's up on a hill, is that the knight fought for their lord in a battle unseen since days of old. He survived the battle, but knew he was succumbing to his wounds. He climbed up the hill, placed the sword into the earth, and took a final look back at the battlefield and his home far in the distance. He'd sit and lean against his sword, take one last glance towards the place he knew was safe, his duty fulfilled, and passed on in peace. Helps to combine everything together to make short scenes like this, and it can be fun to do!

“Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” -Dylan Thomas Rest, knight, for the war has not yet come to an end.

You may have lost the battle, brother, but you have not lost the war. You know why? Because only you decide when the war is over.

In the fading light of evening's embrace, The knight sits alone in a desolate space. The sky, painted in shades of gray, Mirrors the turmoil within, as thoughts drift away. For an hour he sits, lost in contemplation, In the silent field, devoid of consolation. As darkness creeps in, he grapples with despair, Longing for answers, amidst the chill air. What purpose does he serve in this world so cold? Where shadows reign, and stories remain untold. With each passing minute, doubts linger on, In the fading twilight, his spirit withdrawn. Yet in the stillness of the gray expanse, A glimmer of hope, a fleeting chance. For even in the darkest hour, a spark may ignite, Guiding the knight through the depths of night. As the stars begin to twinkle, casting their glow, The knight rises, his resolve aglow. For though the path ahead may be unclear, He'll face the darkness, without fear.

I needed this thank you. I need to focus on myself, and love myself.

yes... finally I can rest in peace... experiencing the feeling of happiness... happiness that expresses a calm, during so much torment...

I need a rest...my heart is broken and tired, I don't know how much hope will be in me, for now i just need a rest, a long rest and then to fall in a deep sleep, very deep sleep...

Nothing hurts more then giving it all for the protection and respect of the common folk, just to have you name slandered, and to be dragged through the mud. I gave it my all when I joined security. The scars on my body, and within show that I truly did. I left broken, now indifferent to the suffering of the same people I swore to serve and protect. I feel empty within. I don't like to ride on a high horse, but I was raised to save people, to be a hero. What happens when heroes need saving, and is jailed from within his mind. These walls close quickly, and I am afraid. One of my close friends asked me "What happened to you? Why do you not care for others anymore?" I answered him, "Because no one cared for me when I blead, no one cared when I cried, and not when I screamed from the overburdening pressure of the world's weight. The common people gave up on hope and blamed their protectors, and yet we stood silently in solitude like a wall, keeping the wolves at bay as they scratched and gnawed at our bodies."

🍀⚘️"Chaque situation est une scène pour louer"⚘️🍀 Psaumes 22:3 Mon Dieu! je crie le jour, et tu ne réponds pas; La nuit, et je n'ai point de repos. 🕊🕊⚘️+ Courte prière: Peu importe la situation, donnez-moi la foi pour louer garde-moi de m'éloigner pour mon propre confort.⚘️🕊🕊

I don‘t feel broken. I feel the total opposite side ! But this track is mindblowing man.. calms the mind down to a pretty stable but quiet frequence. Sometimes melodies and sounds have the possibility to hit much older patterns in a human , much more ancestrall and archaic.. thanks for the good work ! May focus and energy be with all of you on your journeys around this world. Cheers !

"After endings, there will always be beginnings"

"Не бойся пасть в битве. В поражении нет стыда."

Когда сердце наполнено тревогой и страхом перед неизвестным будущем, человек обретает безмятежность Безмятежность - это то что делает человека свободным и освобождает от оков страха, ответственности за себя и других. Потеряв все человек по настоящему становится свободным

he who has a sword will not win the war, as wars are won by agony, in fact there is no 'winning' in war. It is he who has lost less, probably got scarred the most. i sit back watching as i shiver in my armor, i realize that the only armor who helps me is myself. The battle continues as blood is shed everywhere, i want to cry but i can't, scream but i couldn't, battling without thinking is my answer to it. everyone's dead i don't know what is my purpose now, is it searching for a new purpose, or is it agonizing over my choices as i quiver, maybe it is just realizing who i am rather than being a warrior. A warrior is my destiny's eternity, i do not think i have any other choice. Blood's shed, family's dead, i don't know when will be my time to bed so i can rest. Maybe it is not idly waiting for my time but striving for it as i did on the battlefield, maybe a warrior is a must in a man's heart to live a peaceful life, rather than a brutal one that's inevitable. i will find the answer in my life, as long as my inner demons don't die, because now i think i have realized that they are necessary for one's life to see what is not in front of his eyes. Live, strive, and no matter what, thy self shall die. My time will come as i keep living in this battle that we call 'life'.

"A knight in shining armor is a man who has never had his metal truly tested"

When I was together whit that one girl it felt like the relationship would never perish. One evening I prayed to God “if she is not meant to be whit me remove her” and God answered my Prayer. The next day she broke up whit me “cause she lost feelings for me”. I was frustrated like for almost 3 weeks. Sometimes God removes people cause ur not ready and he wants to make u stronger. For who ever is reading this comment I hope everything goes well :)

reminds me of a lot. ive been fighting my depression with my brother dying from cancer..and the love of my life cheating on me with my good friend. "A soldier fights not for fun, but for the freedom of others."

been re reading Berserk and buying the deluxe editions, perfect timing for this one thanks brother

"We serve Kings, for thousand of years We served Queens, for thousand of winters We served only one TRUE king and queen, for thy have forgiven us Wash away our sins, wipe away our tears, remove the blood stain cover our bodies We serve one King, and there will be only one We serve one Queen, and there will not be another Charge through battlefields, with Thy in our hearts But once they have been forgotten We serve ourselfs, not the others...."

“I am in the midst of things, nameless things. Alone, without words, defenceless, they surround me, are beneath me, behind me, above me. They demand nothing, they don’t impose themselves: they are there.”

im back and i still saying i love this content so much, the ausence of music let my mind stay calm and it feels beatiful, again, thanks

We should all write a short story or poem with our stories in characters and post them somewhere

I can just admire the melody... All my thoughts are gone... my mind is free of everything. All I can feel is the emptiness' peace.

The algorithm really helped me out once again. I need something like this these days

Top-tier video, for sure.

Just discovered. Just taking a deep breath and relaxing. That's what i needed without knowing...

Appreciate your loved ones, appreciate what you have, appreciate your life.

"Не важно как они называют тебя, твои поступки дают тебе имя."

I'm in a big thunder storm right now and I hate thunderstorms. But I think my opinion might be changed by how the thunder sounds with this music. I already felt like I'd mentally been transported to another place but its so oddly lovely.

Fair the man on tender fields, Fairer still with love that yields. For cast away to farther soil, And do such deeds where monsters spoil. Shattered the sky, crimson in plain, Empty the chest, forever with pain. Heavy the burden that looms ahead, To cast yet bout the continuous dead.

Never forget that a Knights is just a concept. Even a specific idea such as the Knight of Faith doesn´t need a god to be complete. Strive for completeness by yourself. Dont let somebody elses fiction govern your life. Get your own meaning. Make it count. Maybe someday you can strive away from categories. Maybe someday you can be free.

Intensely calm, big thx

Pure tranquility and pacification vibe...alone home...got glass of fine wine 🍷 and laying in my hot tub while listening to this peaceful ambient in my solitude away from everything just you and your inner imagination of endless deep ocean full of fantasy and nostalgic memories moments of the past life 🙏👍🏼🤙🍃☘️🌾🍄🏞️

The Knight finally avenged the death of his family and now he has no purpose. He is exhausted and for once he could just sit and rest.

This is some good ambience and great artwork to go with it

Awesome artworks and music brother! Thank you!

"I have fall many times even till' this day. Yet I still continue to fight with a purpose-- to only serve Him(God). I have felt peace and felt chaos everyday, sometimes feeling a slight Despair onto my self-- Yet I still hope to be forgiven through numerous times."

For I am a Knight, a sheepdog who stands against the wolves in the night, a watchful protector amidst home and family, For it is this day we rise and soar like the Eagles above, a soldier unto his divine duty is absolute… Darkness was only the pause before light. For I am a Knight.

"When two elephants fight, it's the grass who suffers" ...

''Herşeyimi kaybettim, kendimi, vaktimi, sevdiklerimi ve şimdide ruhumu kaybediyorum... ölüyorum yardım edin.'' -Aslan yürekli Türeşir'in son sözlerinden alıntı

fitz chivalry farseer has been broken many many times. but every time he got up, until there was no reason to get up...tragic tale. if you want to know the tale, start the journey with 'assassins apprentice' which will lead you on a 9 book story of heartbreak, pain and vengeance.

I love these videos but I wish there wasn’t so many ads man, it just ruins the vibe and takes me out the zone the music puts me in.

From the depths of England a knight sings...Can you hear the silence? 🎵 Can you see the dark? 🎶 Can you fix the broken? 🇬🇧 🙏🏻 Nehemiah 9:31 “Nevertheless, in your great mercies you did not make an end of them or forsake them, for you are a gracious and merciful God.”

This is beautiful 🙏🔥🙏

Wallpaper please 🙏

broken but not fractured. calloused but not finished in use. here I await to be reforged in the fires of my heart. a fire I must rekindle in gods time. I have fought men and demons alike, and Im not done. I will die before my crusade is complete, but my ending is just over the horizon. I...must....continue..... until.. the end.

Romans 12:19 - "Do not take revenge, my dear friends, but leave room for God's wrath, for it is written: 'It is mine to avenge; I will repay,' says the Lord."

legends die hard

There's something about this video and ones across RU-vid like it which feels very human to me. Sometimes I feel like our race has lost its way but then I feel overwhelmed with the sense that many of us are still here, present.

Я спускался в бездну снова и снова. Чтобы моя мечта об мире без войн и насилия осуществилась. Там во мраке было слишком темно и мрачно. Но были и звёзды, которые не давали мне падать. Было ещё что то, что поднимало меня когда я всё таки падал. Люди называют это Вера или Бог. Посмотрев со стороны, увидел что война шла внутри меня.

this popped up after ive been playing shadow of the erdtree. im at the final boss and tweaking, i need this

We fight for what we love but lose what we want. The sad truth is opposites don't truly attract because war never gave peace.

Everything works!!! The best update

Bro Need more ambients exactly like this…This reminds me there’s an unknown potential in me 🔥

am I standing here forever?

With every woeful night pass my dying breath is just a mere flicker of light in infite mutlitude of stars- but I know all too well my voyage of life will not mean much. Ever so I fought, wished and accepted this is it, life, mines will fade and yet the star light will ever twinkle...

The whole world is in your hand! 😢

"Do I even want to be Elden Lord?"

Guys, is there a chance that someone has this image with high resolution? I really enjoy it and would be glad to print it for myself as a painting or somethin like that

"This is it. My hill to die upon".

this music is suitable for playing battlefield 1

Believe it, you'll see. Your faith, like the faith of other people, is as strong as possible biologically. Just believe that you can do everything.

On the battlefield, this one anyways, there was two. Their metal had collided as fierce as the wind and storm did up ahead, their anger and spite ripping the roots from the ground like a long ago promise, now broken. They were here before, young and small but oh so much more then they were now. The flowers and bugs watching them, the sky keeping them in place for hours. Then as all things do, they changed. Something bloomed, like lavender. It was beautiful and felt so…right, but as lavender does, it flooded the scent of the flowers already there. You had broken the stems. Or was it him? You no longer remember. All you can do is watch his body lay on the meadow that started it all, as his came to an end. If there were words that he wanted to say, he didn’t. Your tongue lay heavy in your mouth, heavier than your blood stain amour, heavier then the rain that started to plink onto your rusting metal, your sword forgotten beside you. You could have loved him, maybe you even still did. But you could never love him enough. Maybe that’s why he grew as cold as he felt now. If you cry, you don’t seem to recognize it. Instead, you lay beside him, well aware of the coffin you lay yourself in as the rain and wind bites into your metal. But you’ve already accepted this life without him, you might as well move onto the next. Birds glide above you, a distant call of surprise from the cold drops you assume. He always dreamt of flying, you were just fine here among the flowers. Maybe not this life, and maybe not the next, perhaps one day you would find eachother in the sky, looking down at two heartbroken souls so hurt they ripped eachother apart for the scraps of love they had left. You take his hand, the gash in your side just a numb warm feeling now. They’ll find you two in the morning, two once fit for futures, now fit for nothing but eachother, the sky, and eternity. You hoped you would come back knowing this feeling, knowing the feeling of regret but acceptance, knowing nothing more than the gentle, smooth hands of fate. Would they see the compassion still etched into your face? The love that ripped him apart in his? Would they look at the sky and wonder, if the sky would be kind enough to forgive them, and let them try again? You hope so. You could love him again, and again and again. Maybe that’s why love was eternal, because no matter the form, or time, or fate, you’d still find a way to love him. Maybe next time, you could love him better. Hundreds of years go by, the suits of amour left in the meadow, crowded by flowers and insects and a final touch of remorse. The rust on the amour like the skies grief of the two lovers. You sit with them, the amour, though your sure, sure as the suns fate to come; that the birds that flash by, seem to look back at you, as if you haven’t seen the last of them, nor the first.

You skippin in thé field and all of a sudden you see a valiant knight in distraught waiting for its death

Hope this blows up bro

The only effective weapon is laughter.

Every choice I make is wrong, tired of life, tired of everything. One day it will end and the suffer finally will come to an end.

Not me listening to this at 3 am full volume and a damn shampoo ad starts

its great

"To create a new day, you must let your emotions guide you like the sun guides the dawn." - Me..

I need to find more music with this feeling please

“Is Pain a part of peace, Or is Peace formed from pain?”

this makes me feel like I'm from a different era of time

i just love u thanks u

we are dust of stars, we are the universe

Necesiro estudiar para la universidad para el examen de admisión aunque de todas maneras no tengo para pagar la colegiatura es un poco dificil que aunque uno trabaje sale una u otra situacion que cambia tus planes de vez en cuando supongp que hay que aprender a vivir con eso ❤

The king is dead long live the king life is all abt rise & fall someday you’ll achieve something great but in the end your pride will be your demise try to live & let people live don’t be harsh on yourself

liked and subbed

This is an whole ambulance for me.

like+sub, you make good ambience, keep going!

He is the last one standing in a battlefield filled with his dead France. No Commander to tell him where to go, no commander to give orders, no home to return, no friends to drink with. His wounds weigh him down so he sits, taking his last breath of air and sleeps.

Nice relaxing music, can you share please where did you get an image on background?

Everyone in the comments gaining wisdom as this track plays

Bibleverse for all Spiritual fighters: Ephesians 6, 10-18 The Armor of God 10 Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. 11 Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. 12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. 13 Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 14 Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, 15 and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 16 In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17 Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. 18 And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the Lord’s people

You know, I thought of love at a young age. I thought it should worry about it now but what I see, is that it’s not worth it. Acting cool with your buddies or trying to dress to impress or cuss to be cool isn’t worth it anymore. I’m going into 8th grade and I am changing. I’m Different. I’ve focused on myself and God asides from women and ego. I’m maturing.

Download wallpaper?

Hey spiritual, any reference to where the image is from? Awesome stuff..

Its ok soldier you gonna be alright

Kinda like the Sleeper of the valley from Arthur Rimbaud

I wonder what this knight contemplates- wounds,and their terrible limitations, far-off distant help to the south, companions lost in battle - seeking strength from his god/s I see one in need of whose vast reservoir needs to be replenished.

Let not be broken let thou heal