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👑 This sounds so MAJESTIC 👑

Sisyphus be like:

Ngl, this is cheating the system. You and I know damn well you didn't do much other than download the mp3 and fiddle with it and then uploaded. You and others do this without any shame and then claim it as your own in a sense. Why though man?

Yare Yare , i gonna like this video cause this is part of his Plan .

Bro melted the entrie damn Antarctica with those beats

Saw theme

_\\\¡¡¡"Muy Genial está Escena de Tanjiro y su Soundtrack es Increíble 🔥(⁠>⁠0⁠<⁠；⁠) Me Encanto (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡Excelente Video Crystilo 😘 Saludos 🌸༼⁠ ⁠つ⁠ ⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠ ⁠༽⁠つ🌷🏵️🌺🌹"!!!///_

You really think you "stumbled" upon this video by accident?

Great cover as always 🫡

🎶 Very Nicu 🎵

The Tanjiro vs Hantengu ost after Nezuko no uta was my favorite but this one is now. It was soo good❤❤ the feelings I felt her hyped. It was just because of a moving boulder

he finally set his heart ablaze

How about gyomei soundtrack?

His crimson gown shimmering in the sunlight, the Grandmaster of the Scarlet Spires took two steps toward them. “You will deliver him,” he repeated darkly. “Sarcellus!” Incheiri Gotian roared, brandishing a Chorae in his left hand. “Kill him! Kill the False Prophet!” But Cnaiür was already sprinting toward the tree. He whirled, falling into stance several paces before the Knight of the Tusk. Anything … Any indignity. Any price! Sarcellus lowered his sword, opened his arms as though in fellowship. Beyond him, the masses surged and howled across the reaches of the Kalaul. The air hummed with their growing thunder. Smiling, the Knight-Commander stepped closer, pausing at the extreme limit of any sudden lunge. “We worship the same God, you and I.” The breeze had calmed, and the sun’s heat leapt into its wake. It seemed to Cnaiür that he could smell rotting flesh-rotting flesh mingled with the bitter spit of eucalyptus leaves. Serwë … “This,” Cnaiür said calmly, “is the sum of my worship.” Rest my sweet, for I shall bear you … He clutched his tunic about its blood-clotted collar, tore it to his waist. He raised his broadsword straight before him. I shall avenge. Beyond the Knight-Commander, Gotian exchanged shouts with the crimson-gowned Grandmaster. The Javreh, the slave-soldiers of the Scarlet Spires, threw themselves against the ranks of Shrial Knights, who’d linked arms in an effort to hold them-and the surrounding fields of shrieking and bellowing Inrithi-at bay. The surrounding temples and cloisters of Csokis reared in the distance, impassive in the haze. The Five Heights loomed against the surrounding sky. And Cnaiür grinned as only a Chieftain of the Utemot could grin. The neck of the world, it seemed, lay pressed against the point of his sword. I shall butcher. All hungered here. All starved. Everything, Cnaiür realized, had transpired according to the Dûnyain’s mad gambit. What difference did it make whether he perished now, hanging from this tree, or several days hence, when the Padirajah at last overcame the walls? So he’d given himself to his captors, knowing that no man was so innocent as the accused who exposed his accusers. Knowing that if he survived … The secret of battle! Sarcellus swept his longsword in a series of blinding exercises. His arms snapped out and down, like bolts thrown from siege engines. There was something inhuman to his movements. Cnaiür neither flinched nor moved. He was a Son of the People, a prodigy born of desolate earth, sent to kill, to reave. He was a savage from dark northern plains, with thunder in his heart and murder in his eyes … He was Cnaiür urs Skiötha, most violent of all men. He shrugged his bronzed limbs and planted his feet. “You will fear,” Sarcellus said, “before this is over.” “I cut you once,” Cnaiür grated. He could clearly see the threads of inflamed red branching across his face now. They were creases, he realized. Creases he’d seen open before … “I know why you loved her,” the Shrial Knight snarled. “Such a peach! I think I’ll chase the dogs from her corpse-after-and love her again …” Cnaiür stared, unmoved. Howls rifled the air. Upraised fists hammered the distances-thousands of them. Just the space of breaths between them now. Breaths. Their blades cut open space. Kissed. Circled. Kissed again. Whirling geometries, shocking the air with the staccato ring of steel. Leap. Crouch. Lunge … With bestial grace, the Scylvendi pounded the abomination, pressing him back. But the Shrial Knight’s sword was sorcery-it dazzled the air. Cnaiür fell back, gathered his breath, shook sweat from his mane. “My flesh,” Sarcellus whispered, “has been folded more times than the steel of your sword.” He laughed as though utterly unwinded. “Men are dogs and kine … But my kind, we’re wolves in the forest, lions on the plain. We’re sharks in the sea …” Emptiness always laughed. Cnaiür charged the creature, his sword pummelling the space between them. Feint, then a breathtaking sweep. The Shrial Knight leapt, batted away the thunder of his steel. Iron honed to the absence of surface, sketching circles and points in the air, reaching, probing … They locked hilts. Leaned against each other. Cnaiür heaved, but the man seemed immovable. “Such talent!” Sarcellus cried. Concussion in his face. How? Cnaiür stumbled across leaves and hot stone, rolled to his feet. He glimpsed Umiaki, clutching the sun with a tree’s crone fingers. Then Sarcellus’s blade was everywhere, cutting, hammering down his guard. A string of desperations saved his life. He leapt clear. The famished mobs yammered and shrieked. The very ground thrummed beneath his sandals. Exhaustion and stings, the weight of old wounds. Their blades scissored, winced apart, brushed sweaty skin, then circled round the sun. Like teeth they clacked and gnashed. Lathered in sweat. Each breath a knife in his chest. Pressed to the bowers of Umiaki, he glimpsed Serwë sagging against the Dûnyain, her face black and bent back, her teeth leering from shrunken lips. The surrounding riot thinned. The boundaries between him, the ground, and the black tree crumbled. Something filled him, swept him forward, unleashed his corded arms. And he howled, the very mouth of the Steppe, his sword raping the air between … One. Two. Three … Blows that could have halved bulls. Sarcellus faltered, stumbled-saved himself with an inhuman leap. Back, pirouetting through the air. Landing in a crouch. The smile was gone. His black mane ribboned by sweat, his chest heaving over the hollow of his belly, Cnaiür raised his arms to the tumultuous mobs. “Who?” he screamed. “Who will take the knife to my heart?” Again he fell upon the Shrial Knight, battered him back from the shadows of Umiaki, from the leaves curled about palmed water. But even as the man’s style crumbled beneath his frothing attack, it revealed something beautiful in its precision-as beautiful as it was unconquerable. Suddenly, Sarcellus was swatting his blade as though it were a game. The man’s longsword became a glittering wind, scoring his cheek, clipping his shin … Cnaiür fell back, wailed rabid frustration, bellowed defiance. A sword tip sheared through his thigh. He skidded in blood, fell forward, bare throat exposed … Stone bruised his bones. Grit gouged his skin. No … A powerful voice pierced the roar of the Holy War. “Sarcellus!” It was Gotian. He’d broken with Eleäzaras, and was warily approaching his zealous Knight-Commander. The crowds abruptly grew subdued. “Sarcellus …” The Grandmaster’s eyes were slack with disbelief. “Where …”-a hesitant swallow-“where did you learn to fight so?” The Knight of the Tusk whirled, his face the very mask of reverent subservience. “My lord, I’ve-” Sarcellus suddenly convulsed, coughed blood through gritted teeth. Cnaiür guided his thrashing body to the ground with his sword. Then, within reach of the dumbstruck Grandmaster, he hacked off its head with a single stroke. He gathered the thick maul of black hair in his hand, raised the severed head high. Like bowels from a split belly, its face relaxed, opened like a harem of limbs. Gotian fell to his knees. Eleäzaras stumbled back into his slaves. The mob’s thunder-horror, exultation-broke across the Scylvendi. The riot of revelation. He tossed the hoary thing at the sorcerer’s feet. - The Second Apocalypse, Prince of Nothing

Can you make muichiro paper airplane soundtrack please

U r amazing bro, it has the feeling

this ost made the scene even more crazy🔥

Excellent as always, bro! Keep it going!!

Episode 7 = 40 minutes. Episode 8 = 60 minutes. According to the official IMDb, this season has 11 episodes, however another source confirmed they will merge 5 episodes in 2 long episodes. So expect fireworks next week! In my opinion, just making all the episodes (each 20 minutes) would be a better idea, because now only after 2 weeks this entire Hashira Training Arc will be over. If they would make the last 5 episodes seperately, we could have another 5 weeks of this anime. Anyways, 2 more weeks and we will wait almost a year for the Infinity Castle Arc, which I think will be in 2 parts.

Wow you are fast, were just trying to find this one too. Well Done with the cover, it's great like always.

Burning Passion inside of my bro.🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 ❤️‍🔥🔥Master of the Art of Firebending OST🔥❤️‍🔥 I always thought about Demon Slayer Music is like the Modern Avatar Music if it came out during this era of the late 2010s and I wanna get your thoughts on it... Because some of the themes makes me think of each Bending Styles own unique motif for it like Giyu's theme can be the Waterbending Theme/Motif or Rengoku's Theme is like the Firebending Theme/Motif, or lastly Yoriichi & Tanjiro themes can be the Dancing Dragon theme/Motif. Like you understand what I'm trying to say. This specific theme of the demon Slayer Mark or Hashira theme reminds me of a Master of the Bending Style or understanding of the Element. So yea, I wanna get your thoughts about this thought I was thinking about, P.S Cause I posted a similar comment before on another youtuber video before but I think nobody saw it so yea.

the fact that if akaza ate women he would surpass doma

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This is all part of my plan and i created the world. Iam the creation of creation. Written by ᎯᎨᏃᎬᏁ ᏕᎾᏬᏕᏦᎬ

This is all part of my plan and i created the world. Iam the creation of creation. Written by ᎯᎨᏃᎬᏁ ᏕᎾᏬᏕᏦᎬ 2:47

This is all part of my plan and i created the world. Iam the creation of creation. Written by ᎯᎨᏃᎬᏁ ᏕᎾᏬᏕᏦᎬ 2:47

This is all part of my plan and i created the world. Iam the creation of creation. Written by ᎯᎨᏃᎬᏁ ᏕᎾᏬᏕᏦᎬ 2:47

This is all part of my plan and i created the world. Iam the creation of creation. Written by ᎯᎨᏃᎬᏁ ᏕᎾᏬᏕᏦᎬ

This is all part of my plan because I am the one creat whole world. Iam the creation of creation Written by ᎯᎨᏃᎬᏁ ᏕᎾᏬᏕᏦᎬ

2:54

the original is better tbh

Epic!! more of bleac please!

A theme Godly enough that you can compare it with those of the akatsukis!!! xD!!!

Song name?

2:59 This music suits on God Eater lol

Literalmente a versão épica de uma música épica, épico ao quadrado

I'm playing this song while I am shiting😂😮‍💨

this song basically laid out attack on titan, wild!!!

CARALHO MANO

All time favorite of your channel until now in my opinion

The music the antagonists hear right before getting their pockets ran.😂

This is perfect

Uppermoons fears him than muzan 😅

I didnt think you could make a song more violent.

1.25 is good👍🔥

_¡¡¡¡Whoa que Magistral OBRA MAESTRA🛐✨🌠🌃🌌☄️🎼🖤ME ENCANTA, Sigue así eres lo Mejor, quiero seguir Escuchando sin lugar a dudas🔥🌹🥀♥️💯🩸♪(●♡∀♡) ~♪♪💜!!!!!_

I just love it I life for it ❤ i am having wedding is it possible to make version without snare drum ? 😘

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