TELL ME HOW HE DIED | Emotional Epic Orchestral Music Mix 

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"Tell me how he died" "I will tell you how he lived" - The last samurai

no...I will tell you how he lived,sorry but I need say it :3

Thanks for including my music in this mix! Hope you all enjoy!

Human beings....we are capable of committing the worst atrocities imaginable....yet we can also create masterpieces like this.

... when she asked how i died .. my friends and allies all said " we will not say how he died ... we will tell you how he lived .. for he was " A loving father A caring husband A friend who was always there A warrior who stood for his queen A man of honor who fought to the end .. A soldier who's now home and finally rest his soul They all told her how he lived and how he died fighting for what he believed in .. they told her they were honored to fight along side him .. for even now he's watching over everyone

Her brown, glassy eyes remained fixed on the soldier in front of her, ignoring the pain that shot through her body. "I just... I just want you to tell me what happened to him," she muttered, her voice almost cracking and tears began to weld up, her vision blurry. Another pause. Another hesitation. Another silence. The soldier's gaze shifted to the crimson ground left from the battle that would see no end. The man's silence had already given her her answer. She just didn't want to believe. The truth stung, almost more than the action itself. "He told me to - to give this to you," he grabbed something out of his pocket, shuffling through until his fingers found what he was searching for. A heavy, breaking sigh escaped the tall soldier, whose clothes were smeared with his blood and the blood of his enemies. "He- he kept it safe and... passed it along to me," he pulled his hand out of his pocket, revealing a blue iris. The sight of the familiar flower made her heart shatter into a million pieces. Her trembling hands covered her mouth, tears now rolling down the sides of her cheeks. Panic began to slither its way into the broken pieces of her heart like a serpent; preparing to strike her at any given moment. _No, no- but she had to stay strong.... For them.... For them. None of them could see her like this._ "He told me to give this to his sister," the soldier pressed on through his own pain as the sun cast its last whisper of light over the horizon; dark clouds now rolling across the sky and the moon taking its rightful place. _His sister._ Her knees felt weak as they no longer could carry her weight. The girl went to the wood doorframe, her eyes drifting across the pathway in front of her house that eventually was met by a valley of flowers. Those same familiar flowers, although, they may as well all be burnt from the fires and painted by blood. "His strong sister," continued the soldier, his voice cracking. He held his hand out, the single blue iris in his scarred, bloody hand. There were tears in his own dull blue eyes. Those dull blue eyes that once held the same innocence and joy this girl had, but now almost lifeless with the horrors the battlefield brought. "He left me a message to give to you. To... Take care of your mother, your sister, and your brothers. He told me to - to tell you... Even though we're apart, he'll never be too far from home." Her eyes slowly drifted back to the flower, remembering the last time he had given her one. They had been in the very field across from their home, chasing each other through the field of flowers, laughter sweeping through the very valley that was now stained crimson. _"You remember what I told you, right, Nic?" Her older brother asked her gently as they both sat under the shade of the single tree that was in the valley, a willow tree._ _"I told you not to call me that anymore, Elias!" She snapped her long, brown hair that almost looked black, swaying as a gentle breeze swept through the valley. She stole a quick glance to him, her brown eyes narrowing to further get her annoyance across._ _Elias put his hands up in surrender, chuckling, "Okay, okay, yes, I'm sorry Nicole! Anyway," he leaned back on his hands, "do you remember?"_ _Nicole looked back to her handy work. A small crown made up of the flowers she had gathered in the field. "Hmmmm.... No, I don't think so," she hummed, gently placing the crown she had worked so hard on on the ground beside her. She leaned back, enjoying the summer weather while it lasted._ _The whole valley smelled of flowers._ _"Really?" Elias's eyes flicked to her, but she didn't meet his surprised gaze._ _"No... No I don't think so."_ _He let out an over-exasperated sigh. "Are you serious? You don't remember it? But, it was so important."_ _Nicole bumped him with her shoulder, laughing. "No! I remember! I was just kidding," and then under her breath, "I would never forget something so important."_ _Elias eyed her, almost doubtful. "Ah, okay then. What did I tell you then?"_ _The brown-haired girl grabbed her crown of flowers off the smooth grass and placed it gently upon her brother's head. "You told me... Even if we are miles apart, you'll never be too far from home."_ _A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, ignoring the crown of flowers on his head. "Aaaannddd? What else?" His sister turned, her eyes now drilling into his._ _"Why are you always asking me? Why does it even matter?" She slapped him and huffed, "if you are so persistent, why don't you just say it yourself?!"_ _He sighed. "Okay, okay, fine, for you I'll say it," and quietly, "hehe, I love you to the moon and back, sis!"_ _"OH MY GOD, I HATE YOU!" Nicole slapped him once again. "No! That's not it! It's about these flowers, though I never understood why you said they are important. Blue Irises mean faith."_ _"Aaannnndddd?" he said slyly, picking a Blue Iris that was beside him._ _"And I'm going to fricking punch you. Stop," Nicole hissed. She took a few deep breaths, inhaling and exhaling until her frustration disappeared like Mama taught them. Her older brother twisted around with a tender smile, a Blue Iris in hand and gently put it behind her ear. "And_ "Hope." The words left her mouth before she could stop herself. The soldier paused for a moment and then nodded. "And hope. He told me.. Your brother.. Told me to tell you to have faith and have hope." But have faith and hope in what? - The END? Edit maybe 100 (but this is storyline stuff). ------ He could feel his capture's cold eyes on him as the man circled him like a snake, ready to strike at any given moment. He didn't know how long he had been here, or where "here" even was. It was all dark...clouded in gloom. It left an eerie feeling, and for once in his life, he was afraid. Sure, he had seen horrors on the battlefield; the images of his fallen comrades were engrained into his mind, but nothing would have prepared him for this. Walking down those dungeons and through those halls would forever haunt him. The faces, young and old, and their eyes that once held an innocence was snuffed out. They were weak. They had been broken. He had wondered how long these people had suffered in here and how long they had been clinging to the hope that one day they'd be free. Now, he found himself questioning the same. How long would he have to suffer? And how long would it take before it drove him to the brink? "What did you think of the tools?" The man finally spoke, his voice cryptic and sent shivers down his spine. "Is that what you call them? Tools? How long have they been here?!" He shouted, his eyes narrowing. The man chuckled as he stopped his pacing. "Oh! And what are you going to do about it? Try and escape? I'll have you know it didn't end well for the last tool who tried to escape me." "You've beaten them to the point of broke..." his voice wavered, "How could you do this? Does human life mean NOTHING to you? What do you WANT from these people!?" The man laughed again. "Don't you see?! Don't you get it?!" He twisted; a wicked smile plastered on his face. "This..." a glow emitted from the corners of his eyes. "This is only the beginning, Elias." ------ Author's note: Wow. I kind of feel silly writing this idea in a comment section on RU-vid of all places, but here we are x.x I do plan on continuing this, for anyone wondering! I just don't really know where. I am considering AO3, as you CAN post your own original stories on that platform, but I don't know when I would. So, for now, I'm just gonna write a few things on here - although, lol, it's definitely not the place for it but who cares? Oh! What did you think of this updated version? Plot twists! Everybody likes those! Where could Elias be? Is he going to survive? Escape? Reunite with Nicole? And, speaking of Nicole... What will happen with her? Guess we'll find out later on.

Service to those who've served. Glory to those who've honored. Eternal peace to the dead, for they've seen the end of war.

“He died the way he lived… bad decisions and a lot of dedication. Okay, the first part is arguable. He did save several lives. Could’ve saved more if he lived, but… he would never have walked away, would he? The fool… That damn, naive fool. He could have just ignored them, and lived to fight another day. He could have been smarter. Could have been more… more… I don’t know, but just, he could’ve lived. But… It would have made him less than he was. So here’s a toast to a fool at heart, and a better man than us. I’ll miss him.”

The battle is over, we have triumphed, but when everything clears revealing the devastating image of chaos and total destruction... the emotion in my heart and the beating stop abruptly. Dejected inside me, very late I began to understand that the battle was not for freedom, it was not for honor, much less for noble causes.... My temperament and the blood of a Warrior that runs through my veins, blinded my reasoning, in the face of false speeches that encouraged heroism and the taking up of arms.... Now I know that everything was for greed, for power....Any Hymn of Glory, tastes like defeat to me

The look in her eyes explains a lot. In war there are no winners, only survivors.

"He never died..he lives..through our hearts.."

These videos are where all the writers flock to I swear. Some of yall need to make novels, jeez.

Just a few years ago, I didn't even know this kind of music existed. How much richer my life is now, having found it.

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. 2 I will say of the Lord: He is my God, my refuge, my fortress, and I will trust in him.

“I will tell you how he lived.”

staring at the scene around her, she longed to see that familiar face. The face that joined her in battle more times than not. The face that lit up when she walked into a room. The face of the man that she had fell in love with long before the war began, but a face that she knew would be with her always. "Where is he? We've won this battle, it's time to celebrate." She smiled, but her gut had a sinking feeling, as the other soldiers stood with somber looks. "Let us tell you how he lived. How he become a hero."

sometimes whenever I hear this type of music's it creates a story in my mind of many warriors that have fought in battles losing their live defending their home till their last breath.

Its not how he died... its about WHY he died, he died so all of us could live, so we all could continue our lives in peace, so that tomorrow will have a brighter future but most importantly he died for LOVE

La batalla ha terminado, hemos triunfado, pero cuando todo se despeja descubriendo la desoladora imagen, de caos y total destrucción... la emoción en mi corazón y los latidos se detienen abruptamente. Abatido en mi en mi interior, muy tarde comencé a comprender, que la batalla, no fue por libertad, no fue por honor, mucho menos por causas nobles.... Mi temperamento y la sangre de Guerrero que corre por mis venas, cegó mi razonamiento, ante discursos falsos que alentaban al heroísmo y al levantamiento de las armas.... Ahora sé que todo fue por avaricia, por poder.....Cualquier Himno de Gloria , me sabe a derrota

When you are down or about to give up, these music are the best to lift up and move forward 💫💓💫

Die gefallenen Engel stürzten in den Schatten des Vergessens, ihre Flügel verbannt, doch ihre Sehnsucht nach Erlösung erleuchtete den düsteren Pfad.

"Ones death cannot be put in words because when they die it is them leaving, but what is truly important is telling overs how they tried to stay and fight for what they believe matters the most."

He died a warrior. Following orders. Based on bad info. He did not cower, or hide, he did not cry or beg or give in. He died fighting for his life and the lives of hos comrades. Surounded, they dug in, and held for days waiting for reinforcments that never came. He stayed behind during the brakeout acting as a diversion so his comrades could make it to friendly lines.

"I killed him" he said when asked the question. "I'm sorry..." The girl looked up to his face. one hand clutching the other. Nails digging deep in the palm. " He was bleeding out..." The old man began when his voice broke. " I tried to carry him but we were escaping and He'd lost his leg shielding me. Me!? " "It is the duty of the old to protect the young. To die for the young and here I am living cause of a boy who should be standing here INSTEAD OF ME!" The girls eyes widened as here knees gave out. She didn't look at the soldiers behind the old man. Stopped searching their face for a familiar one a while ago. " So you left him to rot!? Among the enemies!? He will not even get a grave. They will burn him into cinders. He deserves to lay besides our parents. Not to be turned to ashes. You're all cowards..." "Your brother wanted us to live to tell you he died like a hero." "Funny, My brother also told me once to be wary of old men in a profession where men die young."

OOOOOOOOOOOOOH ANOTHER CHRISTMAS GIFT JUST FOR ME???? THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH EMW!!!! I LOVE THESE LOOOOONG EPIC COMPILATIONS!!!!! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Magnifique musique 🎶 merci beaucoup 🎸🌹❣🇫🇷🎵🌈🎹

عجيبه تعطي تحفيز للحياة. وقوة ونصر وعزيمة بلا حدود وكانك ملكت. الكون

Excelente recopilación de Música Épica

Right off the bat you got a good one. Fitting, since i'm working on a story that involves a child asking their mother how their heroic uncle passed in battle. Well done, I look forward to hearing the rest.

The Emperor says "Tell me how he died" The warrior says "I'll tell you how he lived"

He died trying to save a girl from a tractor, pissed himself in the middle of the road breathless.

bonsoir. Epic Music World, merci bcp très belle musique félicitation excellent... 👍😄👋💖🌹💙👍

Bellisimo mix Épico, gracias.❤🦋💪💪💪💪

I am new to you EMW but... wow... i love this. Going to bed tonight knowing what these soldiers then and now have to live with seeing a fellow comrade die in their arms or along side them. It is traumatizing but it is not when we die that people tell others our story, but how we lived... before war... but in peace... with ourselves...others... family members... wives... husbands... daughters... sons... friends... band of brothers/sisters in the barracks... telling each and every one that we are excited to get home and see our significant others and maybe kids... but, little do they know... some may never see the light of day again. It is in those moments we stand for our flag and stand for the ones who cannot (the injured)... We The People... United We Stand... Divided We Fall...

Thank you EMW! ❤

Quote: Darkness may sometimes win the battle but light will always win the war!

He didn't necessarily die. He's still alive. But over the course of his existence, the good in him was what died. He wanted to hold onto it, so he did with all the feverish belief he saw everyone else have. But in the end, he knew, that the good in the world was no more. Why should bother being something no one understood? So, while he is alive, he is also dead. Just on the insode, rather than being truly dead.

Pölarisia’s weary eyes scanned the battlefield for hope. There would never be any to find. She knew. But hope is a lingerer, one that stays long after it is sent away, it clings hard, and it falls hard. Friends lay scattered, blood flowed like the river that flowed through her homeland, the river that was the reason, the reason why so many of her friends lay dead; she couldn’t do this anymore, she couldn’t keep this charade up any longer…she couldn’t let them down…Her sword lay in pieces at her feet, a reminder that she would always be what they had told her she would always be. A failure. She arose and limped toward one of the few familiar faces alive. Elizabeth. Her mentor. Pölarisia asked Elizabeth with a question of hope in her eyes. Elizabeth simply returned one of sorrow and pity. Her heart shattered, into a million pieces that could never be put together again. Gone. Forever. She stifled a sob. “How…did he…die?” “No child. The question is how did he live.” She felt trapped, but she had been trapped before, but this time she was trapped alone…alone with the constant companion of guilt. The guilt of blood. The guilt of betrayal. The guilt of all guilt… a friend’s guilt. “Who am I?” She asked toward the heavens. “Was I a friend?” “Was I a traitor?” “Was I a lover?” “Or was I a monster?”

So much incredible emotion here! 😯

The music in your video really lifted my spirits. I thank you so much for sharing such great music.

Awesome!!!❤❤💯💯

Awesome music for the warrior: sadden by the loss of my battle buddies.

Pure epicness ❣ 🔥💜🎧💜🔥

Awesome ❤

Beautiful ❤❤

Go for it, babe. Go for it. We will go together.

So beautiful. Ethereal, Eclectic, Aesthetic 🪶🕯⚔️

Beautiful

This is awesome 👌

Perfect 👌🏻

beautiful music. as always. thank you EMW. your music always inspires.

Das ist Musik ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

My absolute favorite: 00:53:12 Timothy Shortell - When Will We Meet Again

"Died? Ha! No no no, instead, I'll tell you how he LIVED"

🥰🥰 Positively beautiful.

God bless Epic 🎵

Você está destinado ao sucesso.

Good work again

Died…You’ve only just begun to live. A small crack in your heart wont kill you it only makes you stronger. Now stand up and hold me hand let’s end this together you & I….. 🫲🏼🤝

Amazing!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍

This is one hell of a music! 👏

If I were to compare Ghibli and Disney as a dream that I don't remember when I woke up, Disney would be a dream that would make me smile when I woke up, although I don't know why, while Ghibli would be a dream that would make a single tear drop and my heart sink.💙💙

Dat is nog maar het begin van vele ontdekkingen doe zo verder ❤❤❤ 😊

This is awesome music. As I listened, I envisioned scenes from my books. Thanks for the great post. :)

Amazing... Litrelly a magic 💜🍂 00:21:36 Hoenix - Inner Pain (feat. Elvya)

Émouvant ❤❤

This was Good 👍

track 1 😍😍😍😍😍😍

“Believing he was going to see you again after the war… to the bitter end, when it should’ve been me”

Im from México i really enjoy this music Is beautiful and sad

era exactamente disso que eu precisava.

Eu sou tudo sobre sua vibração!

By the hands of man that wanted power

Isto é icónico.

Please stay with me. Dont leave me alone. Youll never be alone. I cant do this without you Yes you can. Ill always be there. It was supossed to be me. And thats why it was me. Remember hope. Thats all they need to win this war. Hope. How?? How can we have hope? Because...you have each other. Im sorry...I have....to...go....goodbye.. Thank you..for all of it. No wait...please dont go...come back... Come back. We have to win. For her. We will win..someday this war will be ours... and WE WILL WIN

Você tem habilidades sérias.

Part 6 😲😲😲 Hoenix 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼

O vosso trabalho é um trabalho de amor, e manifesta-se em todos os quadros.

What about beautiful mix from EMW 😩❣️

Ты просто космос!!!!!!!!!!!

On that last charge...my lordship cut my saddle loose and as i dropped off all i could see was his face ...and the word...live...that day i watched as they smashed into the enemy and were engulfed buying the others just enough time to retreat in good order...their last stand went on for only precious minutes an entire generation of knights gone...lost defending those who may of may not have deserved it...days after the battle was over i went to look for him only to find him surrounded by corpses and run through...he died standing...his honor and ideals intact...a good ending...to a fine man....so now...i tend to him...as i did in his life...i wrappped him...buried him in his armor...and i prayed for him

Can y’all make more ambient piano tracks. These are good also but fast pianos are really catchy for me.

Ahhh this title makes me think of the old song "tell her I wasn't scared"

"He died protecting us, your Ladyship." The knight answered gazing at his arrow riddled armor. He looks at his shaking hand before balling it into a fist as the memory of his comerade yelling for him to retreat flashed before his eyes. "He willed us to retreat while sending those mongrels back to hell." "I see. Then... Then it was a just death." The woman's hand lightly brushes against the chest plate of the fallen knight. "A death he could be proud of."

ainda bem que encontrei o seu canal.

5:05 это божественно

Father told me a story when I was young. He was a Finnish soldier . During one Russian assault, he grabbed his machine pistol and ran at the Russians, killing every one he saw.Till his gun was empty.He collapsed into the snow. True story.

she looks so dead inside... (really gorgious tho! good job thx)

Love kills all

There was too many of them. All around the four warriors, all you heard was banging of drums, the thumping of hoves, and yells from not man, but beasts out to drink blood and eat flesh. He new that vengeance was seething in the morning air, and lose was evaporating in the dew. He looked at the men, saw their fear, their knowing of death impending. Moreover he saw her. He saw the tears and read the story of her soon to be devastated children written all over her face. He was never a selfless man, lived only to drown in pain at night and wake numb in the evenings. In his bones he knew he could take almost all of them, but never them all. He could feel time draining from his breath, the saddness changing in him to something like strength, maybe. He could see his blood on the feild spilled amongst a hundred dead and searing wounds ripping through his side, his back and eventually he could sense that nothingness he spent so many nights longing to tase. In that instance he could see why death was so easy for these monsters, he could embrace that darkness with them too. And she would walk home to her family once and for all. He said, "she will leave this feild" as he leaped over the wall and faced the warlords and devils there before them all.

I'll never tell you how he died.

By his most beloved because his most beloved forgot

Isto são algumas chamas direitas!

They ran down the corridor, the sounds of battle and violence following close behind. Explosions and distant gunfire, echoed down the halls, the sporadic flashes illuminating their way. They stopped for a brief respite. He looked down at his daughter, her eyes wide in the darkness, panting, partly from the exertion; mostly from fear. He knelt down, bringing his face to hers. “I’m scared daddy.” Her words broke him, but he had to stay strong for her. “….Me too” His eyes flitted from her face and back down the corridor. With every second the noises drew closer. Inky darkness flashing away into fiery light every few moments. The illumination announcing its intention as the harbinger of their destruction. His eyes coming back to hers he managed a warm smile and her fear melted away, if only for a moment. The ceiling rattled with another blast. His stopping at this point wasn’t by chance, the corridor junction had blast partitions that could be sealed…They could not be unsealed, at least not quickly enough. The most valuable thing in the universe…Time. They needed time…No…SHE needed time. The most valuable thing has the highest cost and he was going to purchase some of it. “Not much of it.” He thought “But maybe enough.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and guided her backwards behind the seam in the floor and walls. “I love you.” He said. Another explosion. Her eyes were fixed behind him, he saw her fear again come back to the surface. ‘Hey!” He shook her back to him. “I…Love…You.” Her eyes met his back and a small smile crept back into her face “I love you too daddy.” He tightly embraced her “I will love you forever, do you understand? Forever.” “I will too.” She replied. He stood back up, looking down at her and managed another smile. Yelling was now heard behind them closer than it had been. Again he thought “Time…No currency can buy more of it. But it does have a price. The currency of time is blood and he was going to spend all of his today.” He slammed the control console on the wall with his hand and the door slammed shut cutting her off from him.

How did she die? Just like she lived.A hero. I miss her We all do but her death made way for endless possibilities. A way to finally end this war. To Mikaela, and to how she saved us all. May she rest.

🎉🎉🎉

Bien

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