"End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it. White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise." Gandalf
You don't always choose your fights, but you can always choose the state of mind with which you fight them and the intensity you put into them. Succeed, achieve your goal, accomplish yourself: all this owes nothing to luck. It is first of all sincere motivation, hard work, sweat, and a little of that sweet inner rage too. Beautifull music. Thanks for it.
A man can not win all battles of his life. But he can always fight! He can not travel with his head high forever. But he can always walk! Always run! He can not protect everyone. But he can try every time! There will be times when he can fall and will fall. Getting back up, climbing out is not his destiny. It's his choice. One that he should....must make. Even if he loses. Again!
If hope still survives we have to survive with it. What strength we have left is to use it for our long journey. Fight for our loved and fallen ones and they will be always proud be of us. Depression leads loneliness but love and conscience still lives within us. Even there are terrible things that happened recently it's never too late to give ourselves up and to make better things for life. We must trust ourselves as we trust our own fate and destiny.
You might fall but remember: As long as you can breath, you can stand As long as you can stand, you can fight And as long as you can fight, you might end up winning
@@marcuseselis7708 I agree. Comments like this give me a sense of encouragement to keep on going even though I just want to give up. I dont know what winning feels like but the thought of it just gives me an overwhelming feeling I can not compare to anything else.
I found my path through you. I stumbled, fall and risen by your grace. You were there when I was born and you will be there when I am gone. Your shadow is the protection that follows me. OH Allah Forgive me and guide me to the right path. For I might sease to exciste but, only through my deeds that I would be judged. Allah, I am just a weak human and your power is the only power that could change the world. For this I ask you to stop wars and unite people as one
"You know, I would have liked a nice and peaceful retirement." "We are warriors and travellers, mate, there is no peaceful end for us." "Perhaps. Still would have liked that cabin in the woods, though." "Maybe the gods of the afterlife will be kind and grant you your wish." "Maybe." "Come on, one last time." "We won't come back alive." "I know. But at least if we fall, we will fall together."
Bendito seas Ray Pherz pues tu música me ha llevado a los sueños antes no conocidos ,no dejó de mirar al firmamento lleno de miles de estrellas donde Mora la luz the Dios y la belleza de los Ángeles , ya no tengo ninguna duda que tu dulce melodías de allí procede ,pues siempre que la escucho mi alma parece volar en pos de ese universo que envuelve las almas llenas de.amor y lealtad hacia ell que todo lo posee ,el amor divino , las palabras no siempre pueden expresar lo que los sentimientos sienten al escuchar la voz del que plasma un amor tan grande como aquel que lo sabe porque lo ha trasmitido a través de su corazón . Dios te bendiga por tu bondad al darnos tan dulce regalo . Con cariño Lourdes Longdon.
ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!!!! Especially, once you know the backstory of this amazing album. THIS is not just a short track - this is a whole life story - told with unbelievable grace and beauty!!! I was hooked from the first note and moved all the way to the last. FANTASTIC WORK!!!!!
@@connorg.3381 Hey you. We''ve missed you yesterday. This is the soundtrack to a Spanish documentary about Mother Teresa. Kai sent a couple of links in the chat yesterday... I think this makes this all the more powerful. :-) ♥
@@sandragrecki6283 oh interesting. Yeah, I couldn’t get there yesterday, I got hulled over to my grandparents at 1:30-ish to help hang shower doors, I didn’t want to get on RU-vid because I didn’t want to look like I wasn’t ready to go.
"The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It's a very mean and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard ya hit. It's about how hard you can get it and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done!" - Rocky
Part 8 A lesser foe would have fallen quickly to the brutality of the ork. He would have been ground into the dust and broken for the beast to roar its victory over. Tyros was not a lesser foe. Tyros Fahl was a Lord-Captain, the very pinnacle of what it meant to be a Blade of the Last Light. He moved around the beast, almost dancing as he struck, again and again. It could barely block each strike, and Tyros knew it would not be long until his sword would taste blood. The first strike finally got through, a simple flesh wound, but it served to make the beast aware of its position, struck fear into it. Another landed, and another and another. Their dance continued like that, amidst the flames, the ork bleeding from several wounds. Tyros could not help but feel at home like this, amidst the flames. It reminded him of his home, his training days in the duelling cages. He sidestepped away from the greenskin's axe as it tried to land a blow, then his sword came up in a flash of blue light, severing the brute's arm by at the elbow. His next strike landed, and he nodded in grimm satisfaction as he heard the head of the ork land on the ground with a heavy thump. He switched his vox channel back on, as reports started piling in. Victory, at minimal cost. He removed his helmet from his head and hung it from his belt. He was proud of his men, and their efficiency. As his lieutenants made their way towards him, he gave both of them a nod "A battle well fought, brothers." He stopped when he saw the expression on Phoris' face, however. His old friend had a grimm look in his eyes, which Tyros knew all too well. His suspicions were confirmed when his brother shook his head. Tyros sheathed his blade and took a step forward "Report." Phoris looked around for a moment, clearly uneasy "Two of our gunships have been shot down, the others have been forced back. We are stranded." Jaegil looked around to his brother lieutenant, it was clearly the first time he heard of this as well "What could have done such a thing?" Phoris answered in a harsh tone, clearly resigned to a fate he had not informed the others of yet "The God Engine that took the life of Lord-Captain Kelros." Jaegil sighed and removed his helmet as well "Then we are dead already." They stood there for a moment, taking a some time out of their final breaths to each recall their service by their brothers' sides. They'd seen much together, nearly three hundred years of war. Then, Tyros broke the silence "Then let us choose the way we die. In a blaze of glory." He gestured towards one of his sergeants "A map, crude is fine, as long as it is somewhat accurate." Phoris nodded "So no attempt to run." It was not a question, merely a statement of fact. He knew his Lord well enough. Tyros would not run, not try to evade his death. He would simply make it count. "Take up positions at the designated spots around the complex. When the Gargant shows itself, we assault it on foot, no tanks. We fight our way inside and place charges to take the thing out, or at least cripple it long enough for one of our own Titans to clean up the mess." Tyros looked around. A little over eighty of his brothers all listened attentively. To them, his word was law, the only absolute in this moment. "It's a suicide mission, plain and simple. But we are dead men anyways, so we better make it count." He laughed "We can not win this battle, but this death is of our own choice. That is how we deny them their victory. Now go." As the Gargant pushed into the destroyed fortress, it was met with nothing but silence. The orks swarming around the base of the giant machine had no idea where the enemy had gone. Communication had suggested a good fight had been waiting for them here, so they had come with their God Machine in great numbers. Tyros almost snarled as he felt his blood boil at the sight of them. He felt the Rage welling up in him again. Pushing it down, he signaled Phoris to open up. Several of their brothers that brought heavier weapons to bear opened up with him, drawing the orks away from the Gargant. As their attention was drawn elsewhere, Tyros signaled the charge. He had instructed his men to fight their way towards the Gargant, and they did. Many thousands stood between them and their target and they were already tired and low on ammo. But 9th company pushed forward either way. Their brothers began to fall around them, the lights of their helmet lenses dimming one final time. But they did not stop. Tyros felt a sharp pain as one of the greenskins slipped a knife between the plates of his armour, into his side, but he smashed the beast aside and kept running, fuelled by purpose, by duty and the will to at least stop that monstrous machine here. Their fervour would later be immortalized in song, as a mere fifteen made it to the entrance into the giant machine, neither Phoris nor Jaegil amongst those few. But these few kept fighting, even as they set the charges inside the giant machine, and lost another four in the process. As Tyros activated the explosives and the God Machine burned around them, he turned towards the final seven remaining brothers by his side. The words he spoke to them were later recovered from the recordings their helmets had saved, and immortalised in the venerated halls of the Spire's libraries. "Brothers, make no mistake. We die here today, but this is by no means a victory for these beasts. Their God Machine burns, and they have failed." His hand rose to his chest "They could not kill the fire in our hearts, nor will they be able to quench its heat in our blood." His lips curled into a proud smile, as he looked each of his brothers in the eyes "They will never have this. We denied them their victory." As they walked out of the crumbling machine and back into the battle with the orks, he simply added "I'll see all of you again when we meet on the burning fields. Glory to the 9th!" With a cheer and a battlecry, the last remnants of the 9th threw themselves into battle with renewed zeal. Later, it would be a point of discussion amongst the librarians of the Blades of the Last Light whether he truly spoke those words at the end, but the old sorcerer overseeing the records would simply smile, as he always did, and add "Who knows? None made it out to deny it. Besides, some stories are too good to be marked by a simple, inelegant truth."
@@Didierpelupessy. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭☺️☺️☺️☺️😊😊😊😊😊😍😍😍😍. It's so damn good please please write a book and I'll pay for a great huge copy. You can look on your account and find something called community post.. Can you post all the parts there pretty please?????
She gazed out to the cold and rainy weather, her bright blue eyes roaming and searching for someone. A person who promised her they would be back, someone who made an oath to her. But no figure walked in the rain, no figure broke the painful silence in her heart. Yet she would still fight with or without that figure, the war had to be won no matter what. No matter what price had to be paid, her people had to try to win their freedom back, even if they lost, because if they tried nothing, her whole race would perish.
@@ariadna3096 It’s just a short story I made up, I didn’t really write it yet, but maybe 10 yrs from now I’ll start and finish it, I’m huge on procrastinating. 😂
Soft, sad music played in the background as she looked out at the rain. The pain in her heart filling the entire room. She had let her kingdom down. Her father. Herself. And it had cost her everything. A soft knock come from her door; but she couldn't pull herself from the rain. "Princess...." Still she remained frozen in place, silent. "Princess come away from the window." She half turned towards him, her eyes never meeting his. "I failed." "Princess sometimes we all fall and we fail; but you have to make the choice to get back up and fight. Stay strong." Now she looked at him. Her guard. Her knight, and secrete love. Standing strong. His look of full understanding. "I'm not strong like you. I don't know how to keep fighting." He took a step towards her. Gently taking her face in his hand, as he moved a strand of hair from her face. "Let me fight for you. Stand up and show them how strong you truly are. Let me stand behind you and show you that your not alone." Her eyes moved up to his, as he gently placed his lips to hers. Suddenly taking the pain from her, wrapping himself around her as she let go of her fear and pain as he gave her a new strength and a new hope for tomorrow. A better future.
Impresionante!! la entrada aún mundo desconocido , Ray que maravilla que trabajo te traslada a los sueños donde todo es paz y amor realmente divino . Lourdes Longdon
Erkenne dich selbst deine Persönlichkeit ist dein individuelles Wesen dein Charakter ist gebunden an deiner Überzeugung zum leben entscheide richtig du musst nur dem guten und dem Sinn der Vernunft dich verhalten das ist der Inbegriff des Friedens im Leben Jesus liebt dich 👍 🌎 😍 🙏 ✨️
Even if you loose, even if you fail... You get back up and God dammit you keep chasing that juicy tail. Never give up the hunt for tail or yours will be a tale of sadness.... Mainly because lack of tail but also the loss of passion for the hunt turns the once gladiator to a peasant. Tread carefully my friends and put to work the instincts our generous Father endowed us with.
A young cowboy sadly glaces down at his old equine friend one last time in the pouring rain. He remanices on all the good times and epic adventures they had together in the wild west. His horse companion lays there while the light slowly faids away from his large eyes. His head falls on the now wet ground below his lifeless body. The rain falls harder with a flash of lightning and the booming of thunder off in the distance, as the young man looks up to the sky and yells with sorrow in his heart. Knowing, that his friend is forever free... at last.
La mort n'est pas une fin mais un commencement d'une nouvelle vie. Comment sera t'elle ? On verra le jour venu. Croire ou ne pas y croire ? ce n'est pas grave. Personne ne sait comment est l'au-delà. Paradis, enfer ou autres... On n'en sait rien. Nul ne le sait. Dieu ou pas, une autre vie nous attend de l'autre côté. Moi j'y crois à cette existence. Qu'il y est un Dieu ça c'est autre chose. Après, chaque personne a ses opinions. Mais il est interdit de les imposer. Croyez ou non, moi je le ressens comme çà. Respecter les avis des autres c'est respecter la vie même. 🤗😌
This music is wonderful. There is a common typo on the title image of the album and the name of the album in iTunes, though. "loose" is the opposite of "tighten". The opposite of "find" is spelled "lose". That typo isn't in the title of this video.
Great sound and overall work Rámon! Thanks for sharing your links with me and I hope you get the Kontakt 6 issue resolved on your LPX, ASAP! All the best 👍😊
