@@lilqueso8190 or instead of using a downloader website that wrecks youtube's already shitty quality you could just get the uncompressed file from the link I've posted
BallisticDrama I feel like "I PUMP MY GUN AND BEAT IT" would be a tiny bit more satisfying Y'know, like pumping a shotgun after saying or doing something cool, or before it Idk man
That cave is the one in the hell level where you first encounter The barons (giant red guys) it actually has a lever and a skeleton with the Skyrim helm with an arrow where you would expect it to be.
Sorry for the late reply, blame RU-vid's notification system. Said modder is TerminusEst13. He made Demonsteele and more recently, High Noon Drifter. He now has a "Booster mod" of sorts in the works. Seriously, check him out, he's awesome.
Deniswer I remember most of the stream like the back of my hand, but looks like the stream itself is lost to the sands of time. Sad. Anyway, the stream was largely him playing High Noon Drifter with a level wad of sorts. Then, he finished the megawad, and a picture started scrolling (kinda like Doom 1 Inferno's ending), that's when this mashup started. I loved it, so I asked in the chat if someone could give me the link. The rest is pretty much history.
@@pastel_monolith1877 wouldn't that be a chaos marine? Yeah, it fits. I could see the emperor's children marching to this. Probably the world eaters too.
And I know soon come my time For in mine void a pale horse burns But I fear not the time I'm taken Past the point of no return Wage war like no tomorrow Cause no hell, there won't be one Yep, ride is doom guy.
@@odde. you will be one of my many primarchs. Skulls for the skull throne! Blood for the blood god! And someone get me a car tree it smells like nurgle in here
I NEVER would've expected to hear a Death Grips mashup where the *emptiness* is what gives me chills, but this one did it. The insanely slow rise into the riff and the chorus goes *UNBELIEVABLY* hard, and then the gaps just seal the whole experience together. This is one of those culture-defining mashups to me. It's insane how late to the party I am.
I close my eyes and seize it I clench my fists and beat it I light my torch and burn it I am the beast I worship And I know soon come my time For in mine void a pale horse burns But I fear not the time I'm taken Past the point of no return Wage war like no tomorrow Cuz no hell there won't be one For all who deny the struggle The triumphant overcome Trips to where, few have been Out of thin air, upon high winds Rites begin when the sun descends Have felt what few will ever know Have seen the truth beneath the glow Of the ebb and flow, where roots of all mysteries grow I am below, so far below The bottom line Transmitting live, transmissions rise From the depths out of controlled by Suspended glance of an unblinking eyes Imminent gaze cast 'pon the path that winds 'Pon the path I find, and claim as mine To ride the waves, of unrest Made to make me shine as a testament To why the ways of the blind will never get Shit but shanked by my disrespect Dismiss this life, worship death Cold blood night of serpent's breath Exhaled like spells from the endlessness In the bottomless wells of emptiness Channeled to invoke what we represent Secret order Elitist horde of Creeping fire Seizing power Riders of the lupus hour Eye on palm Time is gone Moonlight drawn Fly til dawn Sacrifice to rise beyond Deep inside the violent calm Of the coming storm In blood sworn To glorify and for life adorn With all that dies to become unborn I close my eyes and seize it I clench my fists and beat it I light my torch and burn it I am the beast I worship I am the beast I worship In the time before time eyes 'bove which horns Curve like psychotropic scythes And smell of torn flesh bled dry By hell swarms of pestis flies Vomiting forth flames lit by An older than ancient force That slays this life with no remorse The spiral storm Of flames inside The torch I raise The force I ride Feel my vessel go up in flames Flesh torch lit by thee unnamed Direct connection to the source Vestment of unnatural force Forever burning black torch Wisdom of the old and true Possessed by the chosen few Shining to reveal the ways Of a darkness that pervades All that is and ever was Inferno of witches blood Worship is not on bended knee Nature knows not of mercy To pray is to accept defeat Power pisses on the weak Bow and beheaded by the beast Beggar on a bitches leash Scum is desperate for relief Worship is the way I ride Witching currents through the eye Of storms that force the false to die Worship the flames with which I rise Into apocalyptic skies Harsh winds flay mine flesh to bone In splintered skeleton I roam Wastelands with not to call my own But the path I walk alone The hunger burns, within my gut As my bones turn into dust And I know soon come my time For in mine void a pale horse burns But I fear not the time I'm taken Past the point of no return Wage war like no tomorrow, know well there wont be one For all who deny the struggle The triumphant overcome I close my eyes and seize it I clench my fists and beat it I light my torch and burn it I am the beast I worship I am the beast I worship
"He come to me with argent energy in his hand! He offered me, I didn't ask him, I wasn't knocking someone's airlock down, I was running from that! When I got out, I was in that. I was already through that, I had that, I had the lab, I went to the lab! I went to Lazarus Labs. I had it all, and I looked at it and said: 'This is a bigger hell than I just got out of.' I don't want to take my time helping the UAC, I got power armor and a chainsaw and ten or fifteen guns! What the hell I wanna go off into - and join the UAC for? Join for what, ammo? I got all the ammo in the world! I'm the slayer, man, I run Mars, guy! I decide whose dies from what, and where their gibs land! What am I, gonna run around and act like I'm some security guard somewhere, for somebody else's ammo? I make the ammo, man, I rip and tear until it's done! I shoot the BFG."
This is even better than the actual Hellwalker... The added lyrics fit the flair of Doom itself, as I guess the lyrics mean something about satanic rituals, which is perfect for the game!
I close my eyes and seize it I clench my fists and beat it I light my torch and burn it I am the beast I worship I close my eyes and seize it I clench my fists and beat it I light my torch and burn it I am the beast I worship And I know soon come my time For in mine void a pale horse burns But I fear not the time I'm taken Past the point of no return Wage war like no tomorrow Cause no hell, there won't be one For all who deny the struggle The triumphant overcome Trips to where few have been Out of thin air, upon high winds Rites begin when the sun descends Have felt what few will ever know Have seen the truth beneath the glow Of the ebb and flow, where the roots of all mysteries grow I am below, so far below The bottom line Transmitting live, transmissions rise From the depths out of controlled by Suspended glance of an unblinking eyes Imminent gaze cast 'pon the path that winds 'Pon the path I find, and claim as mine To ride the waves Of unrest Made to make me shine as a testament To why the ways of the blind will never get Shit but shanked by my disrespect Dismiss this life, worship death Cold blood night of serpent's breath Exhaled like spells from the endlessness In the bottomless wells of emptiness Channeled to invoke what we represent Secret order Elitist horde of Creeping fire Seizing power Riders of the lupus hour Eye on palm Time is gone Moonlight drawn Fly till dawn Sacrifice to rise beyond Deep inside the violent calm Of the coming storm In blood sworn To glorify and for life adorn With all that dies to become unborn I close my eyes and seize it I clench my fists and beat it I light my torch and burn it I am the beast I worship In the time before time eyes 'bove which horns Curve like psychotropic scythes And smell of torn flesh bled dry By hell swarms of pestis flies I close my eyes and seize it I clench my fists and beat it I light my torch and burn it I am the beast I worship In the time before time eyes 'bove which horns Curve like psychotropic scythes And smell of torn flesh bled dry By hell swarms of pestis flies Feel my vessel go up in flames Flesh torch lit by thee unnamed Direct connection to the source Vestment of unnatural force Forever burning black torch Wisdom of the old and true Possessed by the chosen few Shining to reveal the ways Of a darkness that pervades All that is and ever was Inferno of witches' blood Worship is not on bended knee Nature knows not of mercy To pray is to accept defeat Power pisses on the weak Bow and beheaded by the beast Beggar on a bitch's leash Scum is desperate for relief Worship is the way I ride Witching currents through the eye Of storms that force the false to die Worship the flames with which I rise Into apocalyptic skies Harsh winds flay mine flesh to bone In splintered skeleton I roam Wastelands with naught to call my own But the path I walk alone The hunger burns, within my gut As my bones turn into dust I am the beast I worship And I know soon come my time For in mine void a pale horse burns But I fear not the time I'm taken Past the point of no return Wage war like no tomorrow Cause no hell, there won't be one For all who deny the struggle The triumphant overcome I close my eyes and seize it I clench my fists and beat it I light my torch and burn it I am the beast I worship I close my eyes and seize it I clench my fists and beat it I light my torch and burn it I am the beast I worship I am the beast I worship
Translation from the 'Ligra Sultagenta' (Book of Kings) As the Argenta Civil War raged on, The Slayer’s Night Sentinels find themselves low on morale, exhausted from their constant campaigns to and from Hell. Finding the courage to directly speak to him, one of the sentinels asks The Slayer about his life before he came to their lands. The only thing he shared was his love for very loud and angry sounding music. He went on to teach his Night Sentinels of a legendary warrior from his world named “MC Ride” and of his battle songs which struck fear into the hearts of his enemies. They recreate one of his songs by using the lyrics as recounted by The Slayer and traditional Argenta war instruments. The Slayer is so impressed, he orders the song be used as their anthem. A troop of Night Sentinels led by The Slayer, Chanting *this* would strike fear into the heart of The Dark Lord himself.
How fucking bizarre this is. Firstly, i never leave youtube comments (now i owe funhaus one). Secondly to see someone perfectly recognise and connect two similar music sources. Bruh, nicely done.
Just noticed it passed a million views! COngrats! I've been listening to this song for fucking years. Recognise the lyrics and adapt your mind to your situation. Always recognise what the fuck is what, in regards to whatever is going on with your life. Real shit
