FORGOTTEN SON Full Mix - Remastered (ULTRAKILL Fan UST) 

"get ready to receive some holy spirit." "what?"

"This will be easy, he only has one healthbar!" *Defeats Jesus Prime "Wait why is he getting back up?"

what if instead of the robotic beeps of the chiptune, 'who art in hell' had a violin and a choir? that would send anyone to heaven

"Who's ready for a second coming" -God

Quiet limbo, dead silence After all of the violence A path winding down, intentions well But in the end, a wolf, now descending hell Who art in hell but you But the figure to collect mankind’s due Then let me pay forth once more For all the sin that has come before A sickly justice, for man to create An angel of death, to repent At to hell, ceremoniously, they went To meet it once more, their fear, their HATE Here in lies the unholy trinity A war without reason The fraud of divinity And inevitable treason Crossed to the cross To take the loss Of mankind’s humanity And of his sanctity But now he’s dead, cried the crow As above, so below And let he lives, sung the dove The son, so bright, so alone, as all that’s left, of LOVE

honestly even though there's so many theorists saying that jesus prime would not happen, i still want it to be the third prime sanctum, it's just such a cool idea.

THE REMASTER OF LOVE IS FIRE 🔥🔥

Honestly? The preamble gotta be my favorite part. It feels incredibly fitting for P-T, especially with what the actual sanctum has to offer.

I know you, burden. I have felt it, I have seen you, your deeds, your wrath, your hatred. The Damned have suffered, they have known their punishment, they have weighed their souls, they need not the blade. Their use of it has long since passed. But, you, you have persisted, stayed in your war, you have sought nothing but erasure for all your days. Still, I must remain true to my purpose; I shall carry your weight. Come into My arms my son, let Me baptise you into the eternal choirs of My Father, let Me cleanse you of this needless bloodshed, let us sing evermore the majesty of creation. Put aside the sword, Lamb of Steel... ...and know true penance.

“Now, Lamb of steel, Pray before your vows, And show me your reasonings for atoning, Only then, Shall I rid thou of sins, Now come, And repent.”

I am the son of GAWD!

Honestly, the first time i found your channel, I was amazed and a bit inspired. Now I play your UST's by ear on guitar.

All has been devoured. Heaven. Hell. It is forever lost, swarmed by the machines left by humanity, who fell with the two realms, even the mighty V1.. Until it wasn't. Until V1 found itself upon a realm of gray. The ground is not even ground, but an ocean, an abyss. This is all that remains. V1 stands, looking around. Strewn across this scape of misery, are red crosses, dozens of them simply planted around. On each, is a martyr, true martyrs, those who gave their lives willingly, nails placed deep within their palms, thorns wrapped around their head and bodies. Those who would not yield to the realm above or below. The Machine feels a great weight upon it, a great sadness, a great despair. A great depression. Greater than that, however, is the hunger. The need for fuel. Blood. There is still blood to be found.. Then V1 sees an altar. A temple. A place of worship. Devoid of people. Devoid of almost all color except for red. The machine rushes forward, making use of it's great speed, it bridges the gap, nearing it's destination before those feelings from before worsen, the weight manifesting itself in a far more literal sense, gravity suddenly pulling the blue schemed robot down to the oceanic floor, ripples echoing far and wide.. Before additional ripples form from the crosses, and a voice is heard. "YIELD." Pushing itself back to its feet, V1 looks around for its source, finding it to be one of the crucified martyrs, now staring down at it. Yield? No. To yield is to die, to yield is to die without fuel, and there is little left, desperation will pull it to victory. The machine rushes once more, now hearing the sound of flesh tearing, turning to find the martyr, nay, *every* martyr, tearing their hands off the nails, each with their heads and eyes placed upon it. Now free, some flew, some ran, their speed easily catching up to V1. Impossible! Barely dodging from the thrust of one of their hands, V1 leaps to the side, unloading everything it had upon them, their flesh and bone splattering off their bodies. Yet no blood came. Their missing pieces returned to them as they remained relentless. Some began returning projectile fire at V1, who was staving off the harm they attempted to bring, continuously bringing bullet and rocket upon them. Again, it was not enough. Soon their strikes landed true, metal bending and waning. Blood is Fuel. They must be full! They cannot be alive without it! *You* cannot be alive with it! The machine performs to the utmost of its ability, providing challenge to these sickly thin men and women. Still it was not enough. Once more V1 hears "YIELD." Yield to what? Yield to them? To who?! No! V1 would not relent in the offensive, just as they refused to, until it felt a sudden jolt, a piece of itself giving way as the damage began to become too much, a single strike knocking the machine back into the center, right at the front of the altar. Yield.. No.. It must survive! It cannot die yet! Please.. The machine clasped its hands together, knees upon the floor, unknowingly at the very front of this temple.. And prayed. Prayed for something to save it. Something to help it. Anything. Fuel. Power.. It didn't matter. It was so focused upon this act that it was unaware of the Martyrs ceasing their attacks, as they now simply.. Watched. Yet all knew there was none left. No God. No Devil. No.. There *is* someone left. And the call was heeded. From above, snapping the machine from its act, snapping the Martyrs attention from the intruder, was a giant. Nay- A planet- *Nay*, an incomprehensible realm given flesh and form, covering the entire sky as it stared down. The closest one could rationalize to be eyes watched, as the ground shook, endless ripples being made, the altar began to crack and shake. Its very presence wrought something new. Nought sadness, nought despair.. *Hatred*. Hate in its totality and purest form. And then.. The machine suddenly felt.. Euphoria. Uplifted. Some semblance of good, and soon realizing its damage had been repaired. Grabbing its revolver, V1 prepared. "END HIS SUFFERING." Not a demand, but a request, its voice like its soul, broken and sad, yet determined nonetheless. The Martyrs' crosses began floating up, moving to certain placements. The Martyrs would hold off the total power of this monstrosity, as V1 began moving. Pulling out Gabriels arm, it flowed with great power, as the dimension sent unto the machine its abominables, neither demon nor angel. Guardians of these crosses, yet V1 would not yield, slaying them with utmost prowess. Placing a hand of an angel upon it, empowering it. A beam poured from the top of the cross, striking the dimension. It shook, something from within stirring. Again, another cross is lit, and again the creature wanes, the remains of two Martyrs falling to the ground and sinking into the depths of the floor below, the splash created making a brief instance of rain. With their end came more monsters, more blood, but more of a struggle. More damage. Yet as more crosses were lit and more martyrs fell, it became clear that this rain was not a byproduct of their falls. The monster above was crying. Tears turning into rain. Just a few more. The blood that would be gained from this creature would last it an eternity. It would be the next that the rain itself would not be tears, but rather the blood from the wounds being sustained as it began shaking far more rapidly. Just one more. This was the greatest challenge. The most enemies, powerful and seemingly innumerous, V1 would opt to ignore them completely, as it used its whiplash to pull itself in, avoiding a narrow strike to push it away, swapping to Gabriels to then finish it. With one final surge of holy energy, the final beam would strike its center, the enemies before the machine suddenly fell apart, as did the dimension, only to suddenly explode as a single creature fell into the altar, shattering upon it's landing, the very ground suddenly pushed and eradicated from the shockwaves, leaving only the remnants. Cold ice. No grass. No blood. No life. Only V1. Until a voice was heard again. It was a Martyr, but not one it had heard before. It was kindly, yet scornful. Bitter, yet.. Forgiving. Its body was not sickly thin, but healthy and strong. The skin was not pale and decaying, but golden, and firm. Two white eyes glowed in the darkness as there stood only a man. A man, and his boundless love. "Lamb of Iron." It said to V1 with a saddened smile. "You have saved me from my prison. You have granted me salvation.. Yet you have brought so much hurt. My flock, my herd, slaughtered by you and your kind. Minos. Sisyphus.. There is no blood left. Nothing to guide either of us to tomorrow. All that is left.. Is a hope. That my end will allow for something better to follow. Let us, the final two, see to the End without regrets-" Placing his hands up, V1 suddenly felt fear, instinct ordering it to get out of the way. "*Be forgiven.*" From his palms came holy power, just as the machine moved out of the way. The battle begins. JESUS CHRIST SON OF GOD THE FIRST PRIME SOUL

Probably the best music channel i have seen in quite some time now, keep up the work man! Cause this shit is 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

I can imagine having to deal with at least two idoled Virtues through the entire Angelic Gauntlet.

woohoo!! i've been waitin for this since all three came out! love your work MCN keep it up

Hear me out So p-1 Is just fight prime soul P-2 Is a whole level before prime soul Make p-3 a fight the prime soul, then kill the hardest combination of enemies to exit the level

YEAHHHH THATS WHAT UVE BEEN WAITING FORRR

this is very yes and i hope fan level gonna be the cool

Dear MCN, thank you for this godlike soundtrack collection. It has allowed me to be the mind for a fully fledged Jesus Prime level, well, I hope to be part of the mind to help make one, and the songs alone, oh my god, they're like Magnum Opuses made by Jesus himself before death. This is glorious, I can't say anything more other than... ...𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔶.

i think its awesome.

Damn near sent me to Heaven with this one.

We NEED to make this a mod

amazing joi, i edge to your videos

Just found out HATE was published on my bday rly cool

this shit never fails to make me dance 🔥

cool detail that LOVE's intro has the same drum pattern as Justice - Let There Be Light (the original LOVE samples it outright)

0:57 soiling my trousers rn

IN THIS ENDLESS NIGHT, THERE WERE BODIES WHOSE SOULS WERE MANIPULATED BY EVIL OVERFLOWING. THE LONE SAVIOUR TRIED TO ENLIGHTEN THE DARK WITH PROVERBS. WAKE UP, AND RESONATE WITH YOUR COLD HEART THAT YEARNS FOR THE LIGHT, RECOGNIZING YOUR TRUE LONG-CHERISHED WISH...

Hollow be thy name

this is the morgue. the user of this account has died from peak

Would you do a calm version of Who Art In Hell?

I shit my pants because of this track

I cant wait fight Jesus Prime with this amazing soundtrack

when on spotify?

2:14 Is that a calamity bell [cod_guy.jpg]

ohhhhhhhh holy fuck lol

if this was an official boss, v1 would be canonically way stronger

B4uh

So uh it what huh who did That is made null false if no uh im what

Nicee! We would love to add you on our blog

Certified masterpiece

is "who art in hell" a soulless 5 reference?