The ruin was empty. Hollow. Long abandoned by the people he knew once. Gravel crunched beneath the sandals. Dust hung in the air like frozen mist. "Is this your old home, warden? This is where your story started!? Doesn't seem stable or strong. Guess that's why you lot left it." The man tightened his scarf as he climbed down the narrow stairs. "We didn't abandon it. We lost it" he muttered in answer. The echoing wall amplified his dead words. "The day we lost everything..." "But the wardens made a new base. Away from here. You didn't lost anything. You just took it from everyone else. I'm just surprised you didn't join them..." They stopped before a rusting gate. Loosely hanging there. The bolts of it were fighting a losing battle. "The new wardens are stranger to me..." He pushed the creaking door open. The smell flooded the hall. The young man almost went to his knees covering his nose and mouth. As he glanced in the room he saw....coffins. "These are my brethren. My teacher, brothers and one among them is a father. " The eyes widened. The dusty hall was barely lit by the candles and the darkness in it seemed to go for eternity. "Our way is still there. Scattered. Tarnished. Lost. But still there." "But you still lost." "What we lost was a battle. It's time to prepare for a war."
Many times before he had made this journey. In times past he was welcomed home as a celebrated hero, trumpets and banners hearalding his return. In times past he found himself an outcast. Framed for murders he did not commit. Imprisoned in a cell until the very stones fell away and released him upon the world once again as time inevitably would. In times past he lived here peacefully as a smith. Forging tools for the people. Eventually finding need to forge weapons and armor for his departure as time passed by this place once more. But always no matter how long he was away this place was always a place he could call home. And none there were who could remove him from it, except that he allowed it to be so.
God? if such a thing ever existed , he long abandoned this realm! I prefer to have faith in humanity , theres horrible things yeah , but theres also hope, a glimber of shinning light right above the clouds !
@@Morzok No he hasn’t abandoned us. I been there. I been at a place my knees weak, my stomach turning, tears falling and all alone. No humanity around whatsoever besides my enemy. and God helped me. Trust him! He will not fail. He knows the heart. He knows if people are trying to set you up to fall. God will prevail. He will!
Stand strong! I’m standing till the bitter end. If they trap me in their traps it’s not over. I’m going till the death of me. God is real. He knows the heart. I refuse to follow the crowd that only leads to the outward winning of possessions. I’m going for both. Saving my soul to acquire what I deserve by persevering. I will reach my destination and I will reach it with a good heart. I will not gain it by being evil. I will! I will stand alone if I have to. I’ve done it before and I will do it again.
Due brani musicali veramente coinvolgenti, dove la nostalgia e la speranza di un futuro migliore ti fa' sentire più ottimista, questo è quello che mi hanno trasmesso.
Maybe the Time is Comming ( sorry about my English). The Time to fight together, to support us, and to protect this beautiful planet. A hug, this really lovely piece of music, is a piece of a break heart. I kiss your Heart. ✨✨✨✨
The warrior was forsaken and ostracised from his tribe ..his people stopped trusting him...They thought they were cursed to have him saving them..Everyone turned their back on him.but the warrior kept by his words he took his Armor and sword to protect the dignity and honor of his great ancestors ...He went to mountains ..None knew where did he disappear ...When tribe was invaded by other enemy tribe ...he showed up and like a thunderstorm ...And fought as hard as he could...he saved his people and again disappeared ,you know why ? he is being misunderstood by his own people...He is true warrior ...who fights for himself and for others...he fights for honor and dignity...He never gives up on himself...Nor his people ...There is a hidden warrior in everyone of us ...Dormant... waiting to be awakened ...Let it awaken inside of you...fight your demons and world will never be the same again..let the warrior within you rise ....peace ❤️
@@설지빈-y7h 용사에게 용기를 내어주셔서 너무 감사합니다..저는 한국어를 모르지만 조국에 대한 특별한 동경이 있습니다 ..네 안의 전사가 상상했던 것보다 더 강했으면 좋겠어? ...답장을 번역하는 데 몇 분이 걸렸습니다 ..인도에서 사랑과 빛을 보냅니다 ..인도와 한국은 좋은 친구 2명입니다 🇮🇳❤️🇰🇷
Ohhhhh que maravilla !! Este joven bajó de otra galaxia? cada obra que pone en youtube se supera cada vez más de donde saca la inspiración ? es increíble ,es un verdadero guerrero de la música, te deja en un estado de paz a la vez de positivo ante las problemas que estamos pasando en la vida actual ,que no tienes nada menos y nada más que decir está música es maravillosa increíble, parece que no duerme , solamente sueña con la melodía de los Ángeles y los duendes que lo visitan durante sus largas vigilias para componer y darnos el placer de oír el susurro del cielo . Gracias Ray Dios te bendiga ,tu siempre admiradora Lourdes Longdon.
I think this is really good to us because most of them have facing emotional problems but music like this give us hope to continue in living and success our goal
Part 6: Steel and Fire 58 days before the Fall of Stormguard, Southern Wall of Stormguard The ground shook beneath their feet. It had been doing so for hours now, under the sustained bombardment of the enemy artillery. The wall's command bastion had been filled with voices ever since the bombardment had started, each one shouting to give another situation report. Ammunition levels on the wall guns, void shield integrity, casualties from stray rounds making it through. Numbers, numbers and more numbers. It almost drove Eckhart mad. He'd been dealing with nothing but numbers for days now, stuck as he had been in the command bastion. His blood was boiling for a fight, so when the call came, he did not hesitate. The voice rung out through the speaker before him. Vox communications were distorted at best, but the hardlines still held up. "Lord-Captain, enemy armoured columns have made it through the barrage of the wall guns and are now entering the shield. Wall breach is imminent, orders?" Eckhart's voice carried clear throughout the bastion, which had fallen quiet after the message "Prepare to hold several breaches. Inform my brothers and the Wardens stationed there that I will personally take command." It did indeed not take long for the walls to be breached. In some places, the enemy either climbed the walls or made small breaches for their soldiers to get through. Those places were not the problem, however. The problem arose when the enemy brought whole sections of the wall down, to climb past into the city. Eckhart had 4 full companies of Astartes, complete with support elements. 3 companies of his own brothers, the Blades of the Last Light, and 1 company of the Wardens of Thu'Akal. The captains of each company had gathered around him, waiting for their orders. Eckhart took a moment to look at the faces of the men around him, before they hid their expressions behind their helmets. Arkio's pale face was set in a frown, but his eyes were hard with determination. The Lord-Captain of the 4th was simply focussed on their duty. In stark contrast, Ymros was smirking, almost giggling to himself. He relished the moment to come, when they would replace the walls of rockcrete and plasteel with their own flesh and blood. He was looking forward to the fight, as the Lord of the 9th always did. When Eckhart's gaze came to rest on him, he simply put a hand on the head of his maul and smiled even wider. Overseer Varrash' expression was harder to read for Eckhart, simply because the man was not one of their own brotherhood. Eckhart had served beside the man before however, and knew to search for other mannerisms. While outwardly he was stoic and calm, he was fidgeting with his mace, which betrayed the anticipation he felt. To the world, Varrash was a friendly person, always there to ease a troubled mind, or to share a drink with his friends, even those not of his own chapter. Those close to him knew better though. He was a patient ear, that much was true, but when it came to battle, his bloodlust matched any of the Blades he had crossed paths with. Perhaps that was why Eckhart got along with him so well. As they all put on their helmets and prepared their weapons, Eckhart finally spoke "I'll keep this short. Our wall has been breached in several places, we need to kick the enemy out and keep them out. Arkio, secure the wall guns and send your men to close up the smaller breaches. Ymros, Varrash, we are headed for the collapsed wall sections. There will be enemies, and there will be lots of them. I'd say that is exactly how we like it, but I'd personally prefer it if there were also a few more of us. That aside, we will hold these sections. Now get going." He'd said those words with a confidence that he found he could not echo a few hours later. At first the enemy had sent in their mortal followers, cultists marked with the icons of their false gods, but human all the same. They had stood no chance against three full companies of Astartes, let alone three companies that had dug into defensive positions, supported by several regiments of the Imperial Guard. But they had served their purpose and worn the defenders down. Now the Rotstruck Host started their real assault, as daemons poured through the breach in the wall and threw themselves at the defenders. As they threw themselves at the barricades and gun emplacements, they forced the Astartes to move up and step out of their fortified positions, to place themselves between the daemons and the guardsmen. Normally letting two or three enemies breach the line before being put down was not an issue, but these were daemons of nurgle, entitities of rot and disease. Wherever they even so much as touched a normal human, they would fall sick, rapidly rot away and rise again as either a corpse piloted by the will of the Dark Gods, or in worse cases, they would become one of the daemons themselves. So the Astartes stepped forward, blades in hand and guns blazing, trying to push the horde back through the breaches. Of course, when they exposed themselves was when the Rotstruck Host went for the Throat, sending in their own Astartes. They opened fire at the defenders, aiming their bolters towards the Astartes, even as their explosive shot tore through the ranks of the daemons. Friendly fire did not matter, they had the numbers after all. Meanwhile the defenders found that with each of their fallen brothers, they were pushed back just a little further. Several grenades flew past the front lines and landed amongst the guardsmen that were still holding the defenses. Wherever they exploded, a green gas spread, and any human that touched them was left gasping for air as they rotted away, leaving nothing but their bones. In a matter of hours, the defenses were failing, that much was clear. To make matters worse, the artillery that had sat silent since the wall had been breached, now opened fire on the defenders, raining explosives, plague and poison on the southern walls. Eckhart knew they had to keep the fight going. They could not allow the wall to fall into the enemy hands this quickly. As he was weighing his options and reaching for a solution, a Titan Warhorn boomed across the walls, louder even than the explosions raining down on the defenders. A single Warhound Scout Titan moved towards the walls in leaping strides. The Legio Infernum Engine turned it's guns towards the breach and a second later, streams of flames rained down on the Rotstruck Host, burning everything in their path away, whether they were mortals, or the artillery bearing vehicles of the host. After leaving the assault crippled, it sounded its Warhorn again as it strode on to the next breach, leaving Eckhart to signal the charge to clean up what remained of the first wave. Through the might of Infernum had they won a second to breathe. It wasn't much longer though, they all knew that. Sooner rather than later, the wall would be taken.
Increíble ,maravilloso ,impresionante está música es sacada de una inspiración divina, no cansa de escucharla Te quita los problemas de la mente y te dan ganas de vivir en un mundo de fantasía. Gracias Ray naciste para cambiar el mundo a la paz y el amor . Dios te bendiga Lourdes Longdon
**after a fierce battle , the double sword warrior ( Sarrve ) tries to return to his own world , he sees the portal gate which takes him straight to his world and that he crosses through..After crossing back , he finds that the entire kingdom that he fought to free was absolutely cleared of people , what is populating the buildings for Sarrve seems to be just the dust and the air blowing inside the buildings and out of them telling him that no one is here. Sarrve falls down on his knees crying hard and screaming** _Sarrve_ : Why ???!!!! **Sarrve realizes that he took longer than he was supposed to in that battle on the other side of the portal , he realizes that if he was a bit quicker , maybe he could have made it back in time and saved his people , but it's too late now** _Sarrve crying_ : if only I was quicker ! If only I wasn't this sloppy ! Aghaa !!! **Suddenly , a ghost of a person appears behind him and starts talking as if that ghost knows Sarrve** Ghost : Sarrve **Sarrve instantly stops crying and turns around being surprised of hearing someone else other than himself in this kingdom which he thought all of it's people had left , and when he sees the ghost , he finds it hard to believe that the ghost is actually his wife , Ayzell** _Sarrve_ : Ay..Ayzell _Ayzell_ : hello darling _Sarrve_ : what..h..how ? _Ayzell_ : get up , on your feet Sarrve : you're not even real _Ayzell_ : I am using your heart to reach out to you , get up and come save us _Sarrve_ : save you ? I can not save you , I'm too freaking late ! _Ayzell_ : I have always told you to keep your mind positive , we may had fled but we weren't captured by any one **Sarrve raises his head and looks at Ayzell** _Ayzell_ : just when you thought everything was over , a spare of hope light shines through the darkness and illuminates your face , get up baby Sarrve , come save us , and most importantly , come home **The ghost disappears leaving Sarrve completely stunned and barely believing that he still has a chance to make things right** _Sarrve_ : what ?! I can not believe this ! I still , I still have a chance ! I must not let this chance , slip away **Sarrve stands back up on his feet wiping those tears which got used to his cheeks and switches his facial expression from sad to determined** _Sarrve_ : I'm coming everyone
College Station, TX Easter Sunday 2022 I build my fire. I sit in my 2016 Chevy Silverado. I ponder on my combat endeavors in Iraq, Afghanistan and more. I have a fat dip of Copenhagen snuff in my lip. As I spend hrs watching my fire burn out-I listen to this-Reflecting the man I am. My cold beer Coats my throat. My past recalls me. I put to bed my demons. 18 years by-I am finally able to set myself free.
Oh my... Feel so empty feeling, but I want to fill with warmest love, but who Will love me.... Anyone? I just a rock in the river, exist but no existing... See, but no one seing me here... But I don't care. I borned alone from my mother... But my mother and father was past away.. I feel lonely... Want to cry... But I can't
I don’t want to be harsh, but one must love himself only. It’s not even important to be loved. It helps, but you love yourself enough to rise. That’s a true warrior when you can stand alone. You don’t need live to do it. Look at yourself in the mirror and say I love you. Talk beautiful words to yourself. But something nice for yourself, and make good decisions that will better your life if you’re not happy. Happiness comes from within oneself and work on you. Learn yourself understand why you feel the way you do. Did something happen as a child etc. When this joy is birthed in you others will see. Maybe even draw friends, but I’m so comfortable with who I am it doesn’t matter who loves me or doesn’t. I love music and wish my writing skills were better I would write stories. Do things you love. Bring Beaty to your life. Music and art is my beauty I keep close. I would also love to write a movie and make it but I’m really dreaming, but at least I’m dreaming. I can actually say I love my life and I wish you the same.
"Even If You Lose And All Falls Down, Just keep Moving" "Life Is like this Dark Tunnel, You Can't always see the light at the end Tunnel. But if you just Keep Moving, You'll come to a Better Place" Quote - Uncle Iroh
This was it, the vile spawn of Chaos had made their way to the deepest sanctum of the Ultramarines, the stasis throne of their glorious Primarch Roboute Guilliman. Even with the xenos as reinforcements they kept getting pushed back, for the first time in his long service as chapter master of the Ultramarines he had never seen such a desperate situation. More of his brothers continued to fall to the demonic horde all to protect their defenseless father. As Calgar looked at his sleeping father once again he saw that which he feared most, the arch-magos Cawl and the Aeldari emissary Yvraine standing next to Guilliman, Cawl was tinkering with a strange suit of armor while Yvraine got ready to cut the wires keeping the stasis field active. Calgar dispatched of his current adversary and rushed forward trying to protect his gene-sire. He was almost there when he was stopped by the head Pysker of the Ultramarines, Varro Tigurius, he tried to push past his traitorous brother but couldn't make it in time as Yvraine cut the cords keeping Guilliman alive and the stasis field faded and died. The rage within Calgar boiled over and he went to wring the neck of the Eldar when Cawl finally finished his work and the life-saving armor wrapped around the Primarch. As Calgar leapt forward to attack the Eldar screaming curses and words of resentment, suddenly the eyes of Roboute Guilliman opened and for the first time in a millenium he stood. Roboute scanned the battle as every warrior froze and watched the ancient warrior. One Khornate berserker rushed forward with two chainaxes revving but was smacked aside by the Primarch. Guilliman unsheathed the fiery broadsword that had slain many a demon and entered the fray. And all that witnessed his rise knew that the Imperium was saved, for the avenging son had returned.
Imagine being in a Realm where the Final Battle between Good and Evil was decided, Eternity fallen into the Hands of Darkness and you, as a simple human being, having great responsability for the outcome by luring the most high to believe a promiss that was broken, even the most high wouldn`t have expected, the Fall of the Alpha & Omega by a so fragile thing called trust through the hands of a simple human being...
Brother can I know that from where u getting these relaxing songs it remembers my childhood days those old house those sunshine and that cold wind ,mahn those were day's...☺️😖
Happy you like them. These tracks here belong to the Epic Music World label composed by Ray Pherz. So they are from nowhere but just composed for this place here and your ears. You can find them also on Spotify, Amazon Music, Apple Music, Deezer and more by checking the description ;)
I've lost so many times... I was really close of my goals and lost on the final for stupid reasons... I wanna win, i really want to win. Until the day of my death, i hope i can reach my goals and my dream
My father use to say to Me , “Son Don’t be a quitter’, Well I’ve now lived my own life and realised how wrong my dad was (sorry dad RIP), I reached my own kids , “Knowing when to quit and move onwards is much harder than never quitting , life is too short to get stuck in a rut, If you’ve done your best then you have to realise that we can’t be masters of everything we try “.
Are you soldier my friends i am sorry ,i forgive you ,you promise to me don't kill my familly Jesus Christ and the prophet Muhammad ,and Isa alaihi salam and All my familly Jesus Christ , don't destroy my heaven door , promise to me.
