He so tired from fighting a battle for he is a good warrior for he had to do what he had to do..evening he may not wanted to but he stood his ground of what he was fighting for and that is freedom....good art work
"For Scotland!" I Say, as I hammer the staff on the ground with the Scottish Flag flying briskly in the wind attached to it, my Comrades behind me, horns sounding and the drone of the bagpipes feel us with hope and freedom.
La mezcla de títulos esta excelente , nada de que quejarse , la voz femenina en los acordes y la música de fondo lo hacen de cada tema y esta elección particular un vídeo, único , que no se debe dejar de oír , buen trabajo a su creador para esta red y gran obra hecha por sus autores se debe añadir, saludos desde el fin del mundo , CHILE.
He knelt down, scared to look at the blood shed that was caused in order to save his planet. His eyes were closed, remembering how happy he had been, only a day ago. That time seemed eons away now, though. He had wanted to be able to save everyone, but had been too late. He thrust his sword into the ground and released an ear shattering cry. He was suddenly filled with a strong desire to find the people who had killed his kin. He stands up, a bit wobbly on his feet and pulls his sword from the ground. He puts it on his back and trudges onward. The attackers could not have gone far. As he moves, he hears the sound of voices. His pace quickens and he finds himself running towards the sound. He jumps into the midst of the remaining enemies and avenges his family. Suddenly, he feels something slide through his armor, a sword. It leaves his armor and he feels an arrow strike him in the chest. He falls to the ground to catch his breath. Now was his time to shine. With his remaining strength, he slams his sword through the soft ground with such force that the planet tremors. The lava underground blasts up through the crust. He falls back, staring at the unknown beauty. As the world becomes blurry, he smiles. He had defeated the enemy. His eyes glaze over, and his last breath escapes from his lungs. He had joined those he had lost in the afterlife.
Is a great battle each day, whereas I walk through my city against all odds, color versus color,whim against wit,thief against greatness,hope versus loss,time versus death,I stand alone, walking my path, staring down broadway
Diese Sehr schöne Lieder durfte ich endlich finden! Es sind Monate noch Wochen die noch Leben darf! Diese Musik ist mir ein großer Trost! Mario Ferrario Schweiz
When the angels were all dead, I strode past their bodies, past my panting heroes, out of the palace. On the white stairs, I roared up at the smoke-filled sky. This was like my dreams after all - burning them, as the wild gods demanded. The church spires caught then, churches like the ones I hated. White flame roared, wailing and screaming, against a black starless sky. Buildings collapsed - windows exploded outward, in fountains of glass. Our troops roared with me, in triumph. One by one, the Generals joined me on the white palace stairs. And my black-armored heroes stood beside me, bloodied and tired. Watching the white fire in open-mouthed awe. The shrill screams of the dying filled my ears, and filled me with pleasure. It was my pleasure, to burn.
-- Πού βρίσκεσαι, ιππότη χωρίς φόβο και χωρίς ψεγάδι; -- Στον άνεμο, κυρά, στη ριπή που κυκλώνει τη φλόγα που καίγομαι. -- Πού βρίσκεσαι, ιππότη ορμητικέ, ιππότη χωρίς ψεγάδι και χωρίς φόβο; -- Στο λουλούδι που η ζωή μου απένειμε: στο αγκάθι, κυρά, στο αγκάθι. -- Πού βρίσκεσαι, σίγουρε ιππότη, ιππότη ενός αναπόφευκτου πεπρωμένου; -- Με το σπαθί ξεδιαλύνοντας το δρόμο στο μέλλον, κυρά, στο μέλλον. -- Πού βρίσκεσαι, ιππότη πιο αγνέ, ιππότη καλύτερε ιππότη; -- Ανάβοντας φωτιά στην πολεμική δάδα στο σκοτάδι, κυρά, στο σκοτάδι. -- Πού βρίσκεσαι, ιππότη πιο δυνατέ, ιππότη της φλεγόμενης αυγής; -- Στο αίμα, στο μπαρούτι, στην πληγή, στο θάνατο, κυρά, στο θάνατο. -- Πού βρίσκεσαι, ιππότη αδρανής πια, ιππότη ακίνητος πια, και περιπλανώμενος; -- Σ' αυτόν που θα κάνει δικό του το γάντι μου και την τύχη μου, κυρά, την τύχη μου -- Πού βρίσκεσαι, ιππότη της δόξας, ιππότη πρώτε ανάμεσα σε όλους; -- Έγινα μύθος στο θάνατο ότι πεθαίνω' έγινα ιστορία, κυρά, έγινα ιστορία
This silver sword, such tempered and magnificent steel, is the only friend I have left on this battlefield. I trust my companion with my life for it will not betray me, nor I it, until we are both ready. As I gaze upon you, my heart steadies; my focus; my resolve; they enter my mind like lost memories. Your shine, now tainted crimson; your blade, chipped and scratched. Imperfect. You and I are one and the same; so tired, so worn; a pair so perfectly mismatched. The darkness whispers promises to us of our eternal rest; tempting, soothing, reassuring lies disguised as our true test. No. Not yet. We are not quite there yet, for the battle has just begun and we haven't yet won. Let this fight be our last judgment; let our fortitude sway the fates, for we will not stop until one of our bodies breaks. Let us down our foes like lovers dancing through the tempest, the storm, the rage; braving this cruel and tragic stage. One last time. Just one last time. We shall rend the very gods to their knees before us if we must, force them to bow; for no one started this war, yet we will be the ones who will end it now. Led me your support, my friend, my partner; it won't be very long. With the last of our will, with the last of our strength; with the last of our breaths, let us sing our swan song. As we lay there on the ground, having fulfilled our parts; my pieces surrounded by your shards; a new dawn is upon us; can you see it's light? Refreshing and relieving; shining, so bright, on the broken bones, the bleeding scars, the wary shoulders, and our beating hearts. None shall hide and none shall flee; for judgment is finally here and we will all be freed. My friend, thank you. I am honored to have had you by my side. I have no regrets, no shame, no reason to hide; the winds of change are calling. Can you hear them singing our song?
No había escuchado el álbum completo pero está muy bueno me encanta esta música desde que era niña me transporta a muchos lugares díganme como consigo este maravilloso album
Well, Im rather disappointed. Where are your awesome fans? Their stories of battle? Every scar counts. WTF are your warriors? Just kidding, maybe you'll have better luck with the next release. I'm enjoying it. There's still plenty of time for me to come up with something for you.
battle is The lss unideng all aroud The World for Liverty pz respet an end The darknes imperialist epocrecy pobrezy inumaty that is not The life are Familys an are kids desnerve for a fredem World for all an god 🌩
لا أعرف كيف...⁉️ أن أعيش براتب خفيف ومنزل صغير و زوجة احبها وتحبني فقط.... هذا اصبح مستحيلاً من مخيلتي 🚶🚶 مع أنني من دولة تمثل نصف قارة افريقيا 😌 هل عرفتها 🚶🚶🚶🚶
I tell you what this music is good for. Workout. The last set mentality is like what Dorian Yates said "One set, live or dead." And with this music playing in your ears. Its really epic. I just tried it and got back home from the gym. Its dope.
Awesome , one hour of epic, heroic, emotional, battle songs from the masterwork of composer Dwayne Ford ! Is this the complete set of all songs from Album " Legend VIII " ? Super !
THIS MISIC INJECTS TON OF ADRENALIN IN VEINS AND PREPARES FOR THE UNCERTAIN. YES TRUE, WE ARE BORN WARIORS AND WILL BE VICTORIOUS FOR EVER. LOVE YOU MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS.....
A black Warden stand alone in middle of the castle been surrounding by enemy and flames, a samurai general said : " Surrender! You forces have been destroyed, only you left! " The black warden inserted his sword into the ground and then looked in the direction of the general, then looked around his surroundings, then he put he sword up slowly and ready to fight. The general found it strange, the person standing in front of him was not only a soldier, not just a warrior, it was something more than that. The general asked: " what you name ? " The black warden answer : " We're a Warden. We serve our masters with bones, blood, flesh and swords! We're don't have name." The general bowed respectfully to the Warden then say: " Then i will call you ' Kowareta tsubasa o mostu tenshi ' !" The battle begun and the Samurai have to retreat, the King of Knights came into the castle and shocked, the Warden still survive, he still fight and holds the castle in 3 day with an arrow all over his back, a sword and spear in his chest but he still standing, holding he swords. The Warden slowly put the sword, spear and arrow out his body then come to the King. He bowed his head to the king and knelt down to speak: "The castle have been protected, Your Majesty! but these loyal soldiers died, I hope we can do something to honor them." The Warden say with hoarse and painful voice. The King gave Warden a cold look and turned around speak : "Why won't you die too?" The king left without a care for the Warden who tried to fight for him but have to carry all suffered pain and wounds. The Warden Looking at the king who is leaving, but The Warden is not angry or hatred for the king, he slowly goes to bury every soldier sacrificed to protect the castle. The sky began to rain. The Warden looked up to the sky and prayed for his warriors. A shadow appeared, asking: "Why didn't you kill him?" the Warden answer: "I'm Warden, I never betrayed my king." The black shadow said: "Even if he betrays you?" (This is post from my other comments, i think this story may fit the back ground, love you video. )
@@dr.scorpions5432 Doesn't matter if it is bad. You should be proud of yourself for having uploaded that story even after knowing English wasn't that good. This should motivate you to keep working on this.
A rouge, or a paladin among the bodies of his brethren swearing revenge for their killing, resulting in a journey that will take him to lead an army against those who wronged him, slowly advancing in his methodical advance against his sworn enemy?
Oh then I understand completely then lol. It's a wonder I'm not hard of hearing tbh... I dont have best home life soo... 100% max volume with everything😅
Caption 😂: I will become a true warrior, without stopping to fight against evil and against attitudes of intolerance. because God creates perfection in humans, humans are equipped with sight, hearing and mentality, humans are obliged to fully serve Him, as the creator of the universal life and we are called to be part of spreading the essential truths, giving evidence, spreading universal peace. Aku akan menjadi pejuang sejati, tanpa berhenti untuk bertarung melawan kejahatan dan melawan sikap intoleransi. karena Tuhan menciptakan kesempurnaan kepada manusia, manusia dilengkapi dengan penglihatan, pendengaran dan mental, manusia wajib mengabdi seutuhnya kepadaNYA,sebagai sang pencipta kehidupan alam semesta dan kami terpanggil untuk menjadi bagian dalam menyebarkan risalah kebenaran yang hakiki, pemberi bukti ,menebarkan kedamaian alam semesta
Speak good word .ask good thing..I can help people but i can't help my self ..I don't why.?maybe has reasons. To make balance.find knowledge and establish ,to make batter place..i stuck in loop maybe has reason.
Peace of rest. That is all I have wanted, seems after his own torments, he’s found his. I wish to relax after my own battles one day. I know in myself my own worth, nobility, honor, my rites of passage. I have to follow the path that leads to the end of my battle, just like he has.
Sometimes we watch and admire these heroes we hear of in the history books...a good thing. However, heroes are made everyday. Even in our own lives we face lots of difficulties at school, at home, at work etc but we manage to STAND and FIGHT for ourselves and for the ones we love. That is what I saw in this video...the defining moments that make us heroes
