"I remember that fateful day so many years ago - The defenders of the great city still held the breach in the wall, but we were few and the enemy a great host. She was at the heart of every battle, like an angel from the Immortal realm pushing back the demon horde again and again. Like us, she was dripping sweat, covered in demonic ichor and the blood of our fallen brothers and sisters - and yet undeterred, unyielding. We could feel the earth shake as the dark tide of demons began to march. There was no question - this was it. The final push, the last overwhelming attack that would not stop until all of us were dead, or all of them. As the hellish horde came, she climbed atop the body of the hell-beast that had so nearly broken through our line just minutes before, and lifting her sword high asked who among us would stand with her one last time. Every remaining knight, soldier, shield maiden, archer, squire, apprentice, and stable boy stood - our voices rising with our swords and spears. Such a great shout of defiance against the darkness arose from the city that it drowned out the enemy. We were not going to go quietly into the night."
She stood there, amidst the broken temple, amidst a broken army, and she smiled. Underneath the helms and face guards of her men, she knew were the same grins. After all, they're about to have the fight of their lives. "You know I've never been one for all the pomp and circumstance, so I'm gonna keep this brief. We had a good run, men. We broke the back of their precious 3rd Legion. We slaughtered the 8th then routed the 13th so badly, they ran home and cried to daddy. Emperor Dacius, Master of A hundred legions, saw fit to send half of them to hunt us down because he's scared we'll kill all of them if he send any less." The men started chuckling and some even broke out laughing when they remembered the announcement that pompous Emperor made to justify the deployment. She let them bask in the glory of what they'd achieved then continued with a bit more somber in her voice. "Now I won't lie. 500 to 1 may be a bit much, even for us." She almost lost her composure when someone from the back shouted. 'Kill 500 each then go home.' "But what the hell? We got this far right? Why not?" She bursted out laughing as the men joined her. "Sharpen your blades and polish your armours. WE RIDE AT DAWN. AND I WILL SEE YOU BASTARDS AT THE PEARLY GATES."
“At that moment the princess was no more.” The Queens right hand said to the recruits of the new kingdom. “The soldiers and knights no more. For she was there Queen and they her brothers. Brothers who would die for her rather than live against her!” The right hand smiled at the men. “So my brothers I ask you this will you serve your Queen, will you protect your sister! As she has sweat, fought, and bled along side us!” The men cheered with resolve and inspiration. “Then promise me that when you face a force or foe so great that you may lose. Remember your sister stands beside you! YOUR QUEEN STANDS BESIDE YOU! PROMISE ME THIS!” The right hand lowered his hand and spoke in calm and steady voice. “When that time comes you will smile, and kill 500 each and then go home!” There they laughed and smiled as they looked upon the Queen their sister. She rose from her chair the men at attention. “Kill 500 each then go home” she broke laughing as the men joined. The Queen looked at her kingdom her brothers and thanked the Gods for blessing her with such loyalty and great men.
Hmm no, sorry I don't like it. Smiling and laughing doesn't fit this scene. Dialogue like "What the hell?" and "See you bastards at the pearly gates!" also doesn't fit this scene. This woman is a fallen angel (noticed her back?), she would speak with nothing but grace, wisdom and vision. Her knights are men who are enchanted by her divinity and ready to follow her to the ends of the Earth.
She will be remembered for her bravery and leadership that led us to victory. An inspiration to all, the queen will always be honored and respected in our hearts for uniting us in strength and courage.
She stood in front of the army. Tired and wary. It was a losing battle. She knew it, they all knew it but even so, they hoped, they dreamed, they fought to get to where they are today. Too many sacrifices were made for the chance to reach here. Many have told her to quit, many have blamed her for their losses, many have doubted her abilities. But she did not want to lose this chance. She didn't want to lead her men to their deaths but with unwavering determination in her eyes, she cried out. "I have not been great ruler nor have I been a skilled general but even so, for just this moment...who will follow me one last time?"
Reavealing your weakness to morale-failling troopers ? Yeah should have phrasing it better, the doomed situation that you are dealing now will be all the more harder as half your army desserted lol/
The men cheered and shouted in response, their spirits lifted by their leader's determination and bravado. They knew they were outnumbered, but they also knew they had never backed down from a fight before. With their swords sharp and their hearts aflame, they were ready to face whatever came their way. As the night fell and they prepared for battle, they found comfort in the camaraderie and loyalty that bonded them together. They were not just a broken army, they were a force to be reckoned with. And with their fearless leader at the helm, they were ready to take on the world. The men knew that they had a long and difficult road ahead, but they were united in their resolve to fight for what they believed in, until their very last breath.
Their unity and resolve were unbreakable, their courage unwavering. The men stood tall, ready to defend their land and loved ones with every ounce of strength they possessed. As the enemy approached, they charged forth with a fierce battle cry, their swords slicing through the air with deadly precision. The clash of steel rang out in the darkness, but the men fought on valiantly, fueled by their unwavering loyalty to each other and their fearless leader. In the end, they emerged victorious, their enemies vanquished and their spirits soaring high. This was not just a battle won, but a testament to the unbreakable bond that held them together, a bond forged in blood, sweat, and the fires of war. And as they stood victorious on the battlefield, they knew that together, they could conquer anything that came their way.
At 3:00 it sounds like it cuts to the scene where the sun is rising and just over the hill you start seeing the beaten down calvary and disheveled infantry literally riding a dawn. The rest of what follows after 3 is the decent of them all coming down the hill as one, having thrown away all notion of tactics because they are all that stands between their families and homes and give it one final push for defence. The song that follows after is just a slow pan of the camera looking over the battlefield just strewn with corpses. The defending army is no more and yet not a single enemy made it past their line, leading to both armies fighting to the death. The song after the song is the birth of a new nation, one born of the sacrifices those men made on that fateful day.
I will stand with you and follow you into the future, until my last breath,when God takes me from this Earth Protecting others is in our hearts,it us not taught
She looked out at those knelt before her, brave men and women propelled into war not for honor and glory, but out of desperation and necessity. Despite the insurmountable odds stacked against them, they had chosen to fight -- not for her, but for themselves. She had simply been a catalyst, she had broken the chains they did not know bound them, she had inspired in them the courage to fight not only for their freedom but for their lives. But that fight was not over. Not yet. "People of Arcadia," she called, her voice echoing off the alabaster ruins of the once mighty Citadel. "I know you are all weary of war, you dream of your homes, of your warm beds, and of the families you have left behind, but we must press on. There will be time for rest, time to grieve those we have lost, and time to rebuild was has been broken, but first we must fight. We must fight so that those who were lost were not lost in vain." Feeling a wetness on her cheeks, she touched it with the tips of her fingers and was shocked to realize she was crying -- a sensation she had never experienced before. In that moment she knew no matter the outcome, it had been worth it. This is what it was it meant to be human -- to love, to fear, to despair and to hope. This was what she had fallen to protect. She had no regrets. "So humbly I ask... who will follow me just one last time?"
"Sons of Gondor! Of Rohan! My brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of Men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear good on this earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!
The men cheered and shouted in response, their spirits lifted by their leader's determination and bravado. They knew they were outnumbered, but they also knew they had never backed down from a fight before. With their swords sharp and their hearts aflame, they were ready to face whatever came their way. As the night fell and they prepared for battle, they found comfort in the camaraderie and loyalty that bonded them together. They were not just a broken army, they were a force to be reckoned with. And with their fearless leader at the helm, they were ready to take on the world.
The queen's legacy of bravery and leadership will forever be cherished, as she inspired us to overcome challenges and achieve victory through unity, strength, and courage. She will always be remembered with honor and respect in our hearts.
The enemy was at the gate. We fought them on the walls, in the streets, saw then slaughter your friends, your families and now they were hammering at the last gate. We were an exhausted, beaten and bleeding mess. Then, the Princess how lost her father on the walls, her brothers in the streets, stood in front of the gate and looked at us. Her calm voice projected over the screams and tears from outside "Man, we have lost this fight. There is no denying this." The gate behind her cracked under the onslaught "Those man hammering at this gate will go on to plunder, murder and burn our kingdom, our people." The gate cracked again "They will kill us all - or do worse." Crack "But every last one we kill here is one less the next town has to face." Crack "So lets show them what it means to face us, to attack our home" Crack. I do not remember when or how, but i stood by my princesses side at that moment when she bellowed "Lets kill as many as we can!" Crack! She then turned to me and whispered "And you, my old friend, make sure i do not fall into there hands alive!" The gate was breached with the next blow. We fought like demons that day. No one ran, no one quit, we held the line. Were one fall, the next steeped into the gap. Then, at nightfall of that day, i saw in front of me only broken corpses. The line had held. And my princess lay behind me. She lost her sword arm that day. She won our hearts that bloody day. We would never follow her again - but each and every one of us survivors of that day would lead in her name. All but me - i was chosen to guard her ... but that is another story. -------------- "What are you writing there again?" I hid the papers and turned around "Nothing!"
If there is anyone to trust, Thor it is. Mightier than any super heroes. For he never sees himself as one. He fights as leader in Justice. He may need help tho. Look for him, join him and let him lead the battle. I trust him with every atom in my being.
*Log 127: Point of no return* "It was....as if any other day....if that day was filled with death and the wails of the unfortunate....almost wish I died as well but....guess god has other plans....there was only 4 of us left, our guns were bled dry of their ammo, the room smelled of gunpowder and blood, it almost reminded me of the shooting range me and my buddies would go to....they are all dead now. Our gear wasn't the best as well, my power armor was riddled with tiny holes, mostly in the lesser armored areas....visor cracked, arms shaking....there was only 4 of us....5 actually but.....she was our....leader even though we outranked her, but despite that she had the most spirit, the most energy, she yelled out words I could not process, the sound of guns outside the cathedral were too loud, but for some reason I could not help but stand up and raise my battered and dried FCA-61 up, the 4 other people beside me did the same, we were then suddenly filled with some sort of....joy....joy is not the right word....more like courage....we turned to the doors which were about to break, we stared eternally as the doors broke and a swarm of monsters....creatures swarmed in....they ruthlessly killed everyone in the room....despite all we did it had not use....but as my eyes closed and I let in one last gasp of air....I saw it....the civilians we had fought so hard to protect escaping....a smile formed....a smile....hah....could have used that more in my life." *Log 127 ended, vital signs stopped*
I remember when she stood tall ... asking who will stand with me ... I stood up and walked with her followed by my brothers .. fathers and sons .. all of us saw not a princess .. but a person who asked for our aid and in return we gave it to her .. we stood by her side we fought together .. and after all was done we raised her as our queen... years have passed and she is still remembered for her words
and her bravery in leading us to victory. She will always be honored and respected in our hearts as the queen who stood tall and united us all in strength and courage.
"I remember the great gathering of all our soldiers, to end this never ending war. She led us into battle, even when we were getting cut down and overrun, she still fought by our side, our numbers continued to fall, eventually there was only 400 left, 400 against a army of thousands. Already bloodied and wounded, she raised her sword and led us once more. We all watched as she began to be overwhelmed and was near death, we all rushed over and made a last stand. For hours we fought and fought, but they kept on coming, she yelled out for us to retreat, most did, but those who knew her, knew she was going to sacrifice her self, 10 men stayed behind with her and began to slowly make their way to the portal, the portal was under guard by so many, but we held strong and fought them. She ran to the portal pillar and cut it down, the pillar exploded and flung everyone. When everyone came too, the enemy was gone, nothing but bodies and blood. I ran over to her, a piece of the pillar was lodged into her chest, I watched as she slowly began to fade. I called out 'Hello!? I need some help!' but no one came, for all my comrades ran back to the city, so I carried her, I had to rest so I set her down on my lap under a tree, she talked to me, saying she was thankful for me staying behind. She died under that tree on my lap. I carried her body back to the city, so she may have the burial she deserves, that statue there is made in memory of her little one, for without her, this whole nation, let alone city, wouldn't be here, for she sacrificed her life to protect it, that is a TRUE hero, never forget that little one." The old man said as he now closed his eyes in his hospital bed, the monitor then going to a long beep, his granddaughter looked through the window at the statue and cried, for she was going to miss her grandpas stories, but she knew to look at the statue to remember them, and to remember the lady who saved the city.
The old man’s granddaughter, Lucy, sat at the foot of the statue one evening, contemplating her grandfather's tales. As the sun set, casting a golden hue on the warrior's likeness, a gentle breeze whispered through the leaves. Suddenly, an old woman approached, her eyes filled with the wisdom of countless years. She seemed almost ethereal, as if part of the very essence of the stories Lucy had heard. “Do you know the tale that no one knows?” the woman asked, her voice soft but resonant. Lucy looked up, curiosity piqued. “Tell me,” she whispered. The old woman settled beside Lucy, her gaze fixed on the statue. “This is a tale buried deep in the annals of forgotten history, known only to a few. It begins long before the final battle, in a time when our hero was merely a child.” In a village nestled in the shadow of towering mountains, there lived a girl named Elara. She was known for her fierce spirit and unyielding determination. From a young age, she showed exceptional skill with a sword, a trait uncommon for someone so young. Her parents, humble farmers, encouraged her, recognizing the fire within her. One day, a mysterious traveler arrived in the village. Clad in robes that shimmered with the colors of the dawn, the traveler sought refuge and spoke of distant lands and ancient prophecies. He saw Elara practicing with her wooden sword and approached her parents with a request. "Your daughter has a destiny far greater than this village," he said. "Allow me to train her, for she is the one prophesied to bring an end to the darkness that looms over our world." Though hesitant, Elara’s parents consented, and she left with the traveler. For years, she trained under his tutelage, learning not only the art of combat but also the wisdom of ages. The traveler, whose name was Alaric, was the last of an ancient order of guardians. He imparted to Elara the secrets of their lineage, teaching her to harness the inner strength that would one day make her a legend. One night, Alaric took Elara to a hidden grove, where the air shimmered with magic. At the center of the grove stood a majestic tree, its bark glistening like silver, its leaves glowing with an ethereal light. Alaric placed his hand on the tree and began to chant in a language long forgotten. The tree responded, its branches swaying and a single, radiant fruit descending into Alaric’s hand. “This is the Heart of the Ancients,” Alaric said, handing the fruit to Elara. “It is a gift from the Immortal realm, granting unparalleled strength and clarity of mind. But it comes with a price. You must be willing to sacrifice everything for the greater good.” Without hesitation, Elara took the fruit and consumed it. As its power coursed through her veins, she felt a surge of energy unlike anything she had ever known. She knew then that her path was set, her destiny intertwined with the fate of the world. Years passed, and Elara grew into a formidable warrior. When the time came for her to lead the final battle, she carried the strength of the Heart within her. It was this strength that enabled her to stand against overwhelming odds, to inspire her comrades, and ultimately to make the ultimate sacrifice. But there was one more secret, one that even those who fought beside her did not know. As Elara lay dying under that tree, she whispered a final incantation taught by Alaric. Her soul merged with the very essence of the land she had fought to protect, becoming an eternal guardian. Her spirit now resides within the statue, watching over the city, her presence felt by those who seek courage and strength. The old woman finished her tale, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Lucy sat in awe, the story filling her heart with a newfound reverence for the hero who had given everything for her people. “Thank you,” Lucy whispered, but when she turned to look at the old woman, she was gone. The wind carried a gentle, reassuring whisper, and Lucy knew that the spirit of Elara was still watching over them all.
Bravery waits in shadows The key is to look in the heart See the jargons of despair with a glimmer of faith Weave a rope on that glimmer unbreakable by any a remorse Hold on to the rope and walk step by step, through the pains from pangs caused by sharps They may wound the body but never the soul. To remember the rope each moment of way and preserve the spirit of willpower May reach the end with the last of breath Find the sunset before the final collapse There is beauty in that vision and a magic in that beauty to help join hands with legends in the ever growing sands of time. So my dear pals, here I lay it all bare for you to see and feel beforehand Hath no fear to open your minds WHO WILL FOLLOW ME ONE LAST TIME?
The men stood tall and strong, ready to defend their homeland against any threat. With their fearless leader leading the charge, they knew they could overcome any obstacle that stood in their way. Their determination and bravery inspired them to face the coming battle with unwavering courage and solidarity. Together, they were a formidable force, ready to fight for their beliefs and protect their people at all costs. And as they stood on the brink of battle, they knew that victory was within their grasp, no matter the odds stacked against them.
Their unity and resolve were unbreakable, their courage unwavering. The men stood tall, ready to defend their land and loved ones with every ounce of strength they possessed. As the enemy approached, they charged forth with a fierce battle cry, their swords slicing through the air with deadly precision. The clash of steel rang out in the darkness, but the men fought on valiantly, fueled by their unwavering loyalty to each other and their fearless leader. In the end, they emerged victorious, their enemies vanquished and their spirits soaring high. This was not just a battle won, but a testament to the unbreakable bond that held them together, a bond forged in blood, sweat, and the fires of war. And as they stood victorious on the battlefield, they knew that together, they could conquer anything that came their way.
"your masters have stolen my sons and daughters while you stood there watching, doing nothing." with my chin lifted defiantly I stared them each in the eyes. "now that you have seen first hand what they do, will you stand with me - or does it end right here right now?" song 3
There is never a last time..she is a superb liar..the best…and she is good at decimating armies..legions…our own..for her name was Lilith..in other worlds and places..known as the snake in the tree…trickster and many others as she whispered so sweetly the right things at the right times that spoke to the hero’s heart…she looks at me disdainfully…arrogantly….knowing me and my men would face her…I give her a knowing smile..for I would have her head for all the good men she murdered using her guilded exterior.
Where artwork perfectly matches music. Track 1 could be named To defenders of Famagusta, it would be a fair and honourable tribute to brave warriors forgotten by history.
@@Tiogar60 You could justify anything with that logic. You could say the most vile, oppressive slave master is a hero because "morality is never black and white" - that's according to your logic.
"Aye, once more, we got this far eh?, what paladin would i be if i departed now when you needed me , though tho art not of thy kinsmen, you are dragonborn to me and to us, Family stick together" -Gawain Paladin Dnd 5e
Serbian Tsar Lazar on the question before the Battle of Kosovo, where the Ottomans outnumbered the Serbs many times: -"I do not decide whether I will go into battle according to the strength of the force that threatens me, but by what is sacred and holy, which I defend." Tsar Lazar knew that his chances against the Ottoman aggressor were slim. On the eve of the Battle of Kosovo, he gathered his upper aristocracy and asked if they should fight for the Holy Cross and Golden Freedom or surrender to their adversaries and live as slaves to the Muslims. They had to choose between the Heavenly Kingdom and the Earthly One. In the true spirit of Christianity, they preferred to place their hope in Christ and Eternal Life. The Tsar and all of his warriors took Holy Communion and went into battle on Saint Vitus Day, Tuesday, June 15th, 1389 [by the old calendar (Julian date) / June 28th by the new, current calendar (Gregorian date)].
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH I know what I am listening to today!!!!!!!! I LOVE Twelve Titans!!!!!! AWESOME!!!!!!!! THANK YOU EMW!!!!! EPIC AS ALWAYS!!!! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Não posso corrigir o que já foi feito, mas posso evitar que aconteça de novo. Não vos peço amor, nem a lealdade e nem a dignidade, apenas, vos peço, a ajuda para acabar com este maldito ciclo infernal.
Story prompt that the title of this video gave me. Princess and daughter of precious king/tyrant succeeds her father, bringing a progressive age of peace and prosperity to her people granting many new freedoms and privileges. But with every new positive change, many mistakes are made. Enemies begin to stack, her age of peace and prosperity begins to crack from aggression within and without. Many of these mistakes made are public, faith dwindles and many see her as naive, and when war breaks out and she suffers defeat after defeat till the enemy are breaking down her gates she turns to her knights and loyal subjects and asks “Who will follow me, one last time”
“If you wish to spare your lives by surrendering me you may do so now; you have that right.” Captain of her Majesty’s Royal Guard: “I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day.”
"I remember that fateful day so many years ago - The defenders of the great city still held the breach in the wall, but we were few and the enemy a great host. She was at the heart of every battle, like an angel from the Immortal realm pushing back the demon horde again and again. Like us, she was dripping sweat, covered in demonic ichor and the blood of our fallen brothers and sisters - and yet undeterred, unyielding. We could feel the earth shake as the dark tide of demons began to march. There was no question - this was it. The final push, the last overwhelming attack that would not stop until all of us were dead, or all of them. As the hellish horde came, she climbed atop the body of the hell-beast that had so nearly broken through our line just minutes before, and lifting her sword high asked who among us would stand with her one last time. Every remaining knight, soldier, shield maiden, archer, squire, apprentice, and stable boy stood - our voices rising with our swords and spears. Such a great shout of defiance against the darkness arose from the city that it drowned out the enemy. We were not going to go quietly into the night."
Ride one last time as a free man with a Noble leader, friend, family, and fellow Warrior. One Last Ride.
ride for rohirim
She stood there, amidst the broken temple, amidst a broken army, and she smiled. Underneath the helms and face guards of her men, she knew were the same grins. After all, they're about to have the fight of their lives.
"You know I've never been one for all the pomp and circumstance, so I'm gonna keep this brief. We had a good run, men. We broke the back of their precious 3rd Legion. We slaughtered the 8th then routed the 13th so badly, they ran home and cried to daddy. Emperor Dacius, Master of A hundred legions, saw fit to send half of them to hunt us down because he's scared we'll kill all of them if he send any less." The men started chuckling and some even broke out laughing when they remembered the announcement that pompous Emperor made to justify the deployment. She let them bask in the glory of what they'd achieved then continued with a bit more somber in her voice.
"Now I won't lie. 500 to 1 may be a bit much, even for us." She almost lost her composure when someone from the back shouted. 'Kill 500 each then go home.'
"But what the hell? We got this far right? Why not?" She bursted out laughing as the men joined her.
"Sharpen your blades and polish your armours. WE RIDE AT DAWN. AND I WILL SEE YOU BASTARDS AT THE PEARLY GATES."
Unfortunately the story ends with everyone dying and her turning into a prostitute.
Cinema quality script u wrote there. I like it and it fits with the second song
“At that moment the princess was no more.” The Queens right hand said to the recruits of the new kingdom. “The soldiers and knights no more. For she was there Queen and they her brothers. Brothers who would die for her rather than live against her!” The right hand smiled at the men. “So my brothers I ask you this will you serve your Queen, will you protect your sister! As she has sweat, fought, and bled along side us!” The men cheered with resolve and inspiration. “Then promise me that when you face a force or foe so great that you may lose. Remember your sister stands beside you! YOUR QUEEN STANDS BESIDE YOU! PROMISE ME THIS!” The right hand lowered his hand and spoke in calm and steady voice. “When that time comes you will smile, and kill 500 each and then go home!” There they laughed and smiled as they looked upon the Queen their sister. She rose from her chair the men at attention. “Kill 500 each then go home” she broke laughing as the men joined. The Queen looked at her kingdom her brothers and thanked the Gods for blessing her with such loyalty and great men.
Hmm no, sorry I don't like it. Smiling and laughing doesn't fit this scene. Dialogue like "What the hell?" and "See you bastards at the pearly gates!" also doesn't fit this scene. This woman is a fallen angel (noticed her back?), she would speak with nothing but grace, wisdom and vision. Her knights are men who are enchanted by her divinity and ready to follow her to the ends of the Earth.
She will be remembered for her bravery and leadership that led us to victory. An inspiration to all, the queen will always be honored and respected in our hearts for uniting us in strength and courage.
She stood in front of the army. Tired and wary. It was a losing battle.
She knew it, they all knew it but even so, they hoped, they dreamed, they fought to get to where they are today. Too many sacrifices were made for the chance to reach here.
Many have told her to quit, many have blamed her for their losses, many have doubted her abilities. But she did not want to lose this chance.
She didn't want to lead her men to their deaths but with unwavering determination in her eyes, she cried out.
"I have not been great ruler nor have I been a skilled general but even so, for just this moment...who will follow me one last time?"
From where this is?
Reavealing your weakness to morale-failling troopers ? Yeah should have phrasing it better, the doomed situation that you are dealing now will be all the more harder as half your army desserted lol/
I prefer her to be strong and warrior as a leader..
The men cheered and shouted in response, their spirits lifted by their leader's determination and bravado. They knew they were outnumbered, but they also knew they had never backed down from a fight before. With their swords sharp and their hearts aflame, they were ready to face whatever came their way. As the night fell and they prepared for battle, they found comfort in the camaraderie and loyalty that bonded them together. They were not just a broken army, they were a force to be reckoned with. And with their fearless leader at the helm, they were ready to take on the world. The men knew that they had a long and difficult road ahead, but they were united in their resolve to fight for what they believed in, until their very last breath.
Their unity and resolve were unbreakable, their courage unwavering. The men stood tall, ready to defend their land and loved ones with every ounce of strength they possessed. As the enemy approached, they charged forth with a fierce battle cry, their swords slicing through the air with deadly precision. The clash of steel rang out in the darkness, but the men fought on valiantly, fueled by their unwavering loyalty to each other and their fearless leader. In the end, they emerged victorious, their enemies vanquished and their spirits soaring high. This was not just a battle won, but a testament to the unbreakable bond that held them together, a bond forged in blood, sweat, and the fires of war. And as they stood victorious on the battlefield, they knew that together, they could conquer anything that came their way.
At 3:00 it sounds like it cuts to the scene where the sun is rising and just over the hill you start seeing the beaten down calvary and disheveled infantry literally riding a dawn.
The rest of what follows after 3 is the decent of them all coming down the hill as one, having thrown away all notion of tactics because they are all that stands between their families and homes and give it one final push for defence.
The song that follows after is just a slow pan of the camera looking over the battlefield just strewn with corpses. The defending army is no more and yet not a single enemy made it past their line, leading to both armies fighting to the death.
The song after the song is the birth of a new nation, one born of the sacrifices those men made on that fateful day.
I will stand with you and follow you into the future, until my last breath,when God takes me from this Earth Protecting others is in our hearts,it us not taught
Always love seeing WLOP art in Epic Music World videos!
I love the inspirational amount in each of your titles. It lits so many ideas within me. Thank you for your music.
She looked out at those knelt before her, brave men and women propelled into war not for honor and glory, but out of desperation and necessity. Despite the insurmountable odds stacked against them, they had chosen to fight -- not for her, but for themselves. She had simply been a catalyst, she had broken the chains they did not know bound them, she had inspired in them the courage to fight not only for their freedom but for their lives.
But that fight was not over. Not yet.
"People of Arcadia," she called, her voice echoing off the alabaster ruins of the once mighty Citadel. "I know you are all weary of war, you dream of your homes, of your warm beds, and of the families you have left behind, but we must press on. There will be time for rest, time to grieve those we have lost, and time to rebuild was has been broken, but first we must fight. We must fight so that those who were lost were not lost in vain."
Feeling a wetness on her cheeks, she touched it with the tips of her fingers and was shocked to realize she was crying -- a sensation she had never experienced before. In that moment she knew no matter the outcome, it had been worth it. This is what it was it meant to be human -- to love, to fear, to despair and to hope. This was what she had fallen to protect.
She had no regrets.
"So humbly I ask... who will follow me just one last time?"
This music is the soundtrack of my life. Awesome!!
"Sons of Gondor! Of Rohan! My brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of Men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear good on this earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!
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I haven't watched or listen to this channel in years and seeing that beautiful fresh new EMW logo made me smile so much.❤
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The men cheered and shouted in response, their spirits lifted by their leader's determination and bravado. They knew they were outnumbered, but they also knew they had never backed down from a fight before. With their swords sharp and their hearts aflame, they were ready to face whatever came their way. As the night fell and they prepared for battle, they found comfort in the camaraderie and loyalty that bonded them together. They were not just a broken army, they were a force to be reckoned with. And with their fearless leader at the helm, they were ready to take on the world.
The queen's legacy of bravery and leadership will forever be cherished, as she inspired us to overcome challenges and achieve victory through unity, strength, and courage. She will always be remembered with honor and respect in our hearts.
The enemy was at the gate. We fought them on the walls, in the streets, saw then slaughter your friends, your families and now they were hammering at the last gate. We were an exhausted, beaten and bleeding mess. Then, the Princess how lost her father on the walls, her brothers in the streets, stood in front of the gate and looked at us. Her calm voice projected over the screams and tears from outside "Man, we have lost this fight. There is no denying this." The gate behind her cracked under the onslaught "Those man hammering at this gate will go on to plunder, murder and burn our kingdom, our people." The gate cracked again "They will kill us all - or do worse." Crack "But every last one we kill here is one less the next town has to face." Crack "So lets show them what it means to face us, to attack our home" Crack. I do not remember when or how, but i stood by my princesses side at that moment when she bellowed "Lets kill as many as we can!" Crack! She then turned to me and whispered "And you, my old friend, make sure i do not fall into there hands alive!"
The gate was breached with the next blow. We fought like demons that day. No one ran, no one quit, we held the line. Were one fall, the next steeped into the gap. Then, at nightfall of that day, i saw in front of me only broken corpses. The line had held. And my princess lay behind me. She lost her sword arm that day. She won our hearts that bloody day. We would never follow her again - but each and every one of us survivors of that day would lead in her name. All but me - i was chosen to guard her ... but that is another story.
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"What are you writing there again?" I hid the papers and turned around "Nothing!"
Charge into the distance - Battle until the last - And smile my friends. For today we might die, or we might glory!
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If there is anyone to trust, Thor it is. Mightier than any super heroes. For he never sees himself as one. He fights as leader in Justice. He may need help tho. Look for him, join him and let him lead the battle. I trust him with every atom in my being.
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Amazing artwork with amazing music
What more could I ask for
There is an error in description, track #6 is "Monument" not "Momentum"
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One minute ago is crazy
If it's to hell and back I Will my queen
Fantastic music !
WLOP!
Guessing she's an angel with her wings torn off?
AH I KNOW THIS QUOTE
Pardon my ignorance but this is in reference to what movie/animation/work of literature?
*Log 127: Point of no return*
"It was....as if any other day....if that day was filled with death and the wails of the unfortunate....almost wish I died as well but....guess god has other plans....there was only 4 of us left, our guns were bled dry of their ammo, the room smelled of gunpowder and blood, it almost reminded me of the shooting range me and my buddies would go to....they are all dead now. Our gear wasn't the best as well, my power armor was riddled with tiny holes, mostly in the lesser armored areas....visor cracked, arms shaking....there was only 4 of us....5 actually but.....she was our....leader even though we outranked her, but despite that she had the most spirit, the most energy, she yelled out words I could not process, the sound of guns outside the cathedral were too loud, but for some reason I could not help but stand up and raise my battered and dried FCA-61 up, the 4 other people beside me did the same, we were then suddenly filled with some sort of....joy....joy is not the right word....more like courage....we turned to the doors which were about to break, we stared eternally as the doors broke and a swarm of monsters....creatures swarmed in....they ruthlessly killed everyone in the room....despite all we did it had not use....but as my eyes closed and I let in one last gasp of air....I saw it....the civilians we had fought so hard to protect escaping....a smile formed....a smile....hah....could have used that more in my life."
*Log 127 ended, vital signs stopped*
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Wlop's art
First
Congratulations 🥇
What is this artwork from? Who is everyone in the comments quoting??
It is saber?
Yes my friend 🫡
Second
Boudica?
Quảng cáo 😢
Wtf are all of these chatgpt comments
What is the movie idiots 😂😂😂😂
Last time? No my queen, we will follow you forever more, even in death
I come for the epic thumbnail and stay for the epic music.
I remember when she stood tall ... asking who will stand with me ... I stood up and walked with her followed by my brothers .. fathers and sons .. all of us saw not a princess .. but a person who asked for our aid and in return we gave it to her .. we stood by her side we fought together .. and after all was done we raised her as our queen... years have passed and she is still remembered for her words
what's the reference of the video?
and actions, for her strength and bravery. She may not have worn a crown, but she will always be our queen in our hearts.
and her bravery in leading us to victory. She will always be honored and respected in our hearts as the queen who stood tall and united us all in strength and courage.
聖女貞德？
Boudica?
"I remember the great gathering of all our soldiers, to end this never ending war. She led us into battle, even when we were getting cut down and overrun, she still fought by our side, our numbers continued to fall, eventually there was only 400 left, 400 against a army of thousands. Already bloodied and wounded, she raised her sword and led us once more. We all watched as she began to be overwhelmed and was near death, we all rushed over and made a last stand. For hours we fought and fought, but they kept on coming, she yelled out for us to retreat, most did, but those who knew her, knew she was going to sacrifice her self, 10 men stayed behind with her and began to slowly make their way to the portal, the portal was under guard by so many, but we held strong and fought them. She ran to the portal pillar and cut it down, the pillar exploded and flung everyone. When everyone came too, the enemy was gone, nothing but bodies and blood. I ran over to her, a piece of the pillar was lodged into her chest, I watched as she slowly began to fade. I called out 'Hello!? I need some help!' but no one came, for all my comrades ran back to the city, so I carried her, I had to rest so I set her down on my lap under a tree, she talked to me, saying she was thankful for me staying behind. She died under that tree on my lap. I carried her body back to the city, so she may have the burial she deserves, that statue there is made in memory of her little one, for without her, this whole nation, let alone city, wouldn't be here, for she sacrificed her life to protect it, that is a TRUE hero, never forget that little one." The old man said as he now closed his eyes in his hospital bed, the monitor then going to a long beep, his granddaughter looked through the window at the statue and cried, for she was going to miss her grandpas stories, but she knew to look at the statue to remember them, and to remember the lady who saved the city.
This is beautiful
The old man’s granddaughter, Lucy, sat at the foot of the statue one evening, contemplating her grandfather's tales. As the sun set, casting a golden hue on the warrior's likeness, a gentle breeze whispered through the leaves. Suddenly, an old woman approached, her eyes filled with the wisdom of countless years. She seemed almost ethereal, as if part of the very essence of the stories Lucy had heard.
“Do you know the tale that no one knows?” the woman asked, her voice soft but resonant.
Lucy looked up, curiosity piqued. “Tell me,” she whispered.
The old woman settled beside Lucy, her gaze fixed on the statue. “This is a tale buried deep in the annals of forgotten history, known only to a few. It begins long before the final battle, in a time when our hero was merely a child.”
In a village nestled in the shadow of towering mountains, there lived a girl named Elara. She was known for her fierce spirit and unyielding determination. From a young age, she showed exceptional skill with a sword, a trait uncommon for someone so young. Her parents, humble farmers, encouraged her, recognizing the fire within her.
One day, a mysterious traveler arrived in the village. Clad in robes that shimmered with the colors of the dawn, the traveler sought refuge and spoke of distant lands and ancient prophecies. He saw Elara practicing with her wooden sword and approached her parents with a request.
"Your daughter has a destiny far greater than this village," he said. "Allow me to train her, for she is the one prophesied to bring an end to the darkness that looms over our world."
Though hesitant, Elara’s parents consented, and she left with the traveler. For years, she trained under his tutelage, learning not only the art of combat but also the wisdom of ages. The traveler, whose name was Alaric, was the last of an ancient order of guardians. He imparted to Elara the secrets of their lineage, teaching her to harness the inner strength that would one day make her a legend.
One night, Alaric took Elara to a hidden grove, where the air shimmered with magic. At the center of the grove stood a majestic tree, its bark glistening like silver, its leaves glowing with an ethereal light. Alaric placed his hand on the tree and began to chant in a language long forgotten. The tree responded, its branches swaying and a single, radiant fruit descending into Alaric’s hand.
“This is the Heart of the Ancients,” Alaric said, handing the fruit to Elara. “It is a gift from the Immortal realm, granting unparalleled strength and clarity of mind. But it comes with a price. You must be willing to sacrifice everything for the greater good.”
Without hesitation, Elara took the fruit and consumed it. As its power coursed through her veins, she felt a surge of energy unlike anything she had ever known. She knew then that her path was set, her destiny intertwined with the fate of the world.
Years passed, and Elara grew into a formidable warrior. When the time came for her to lead the final battle, she carried the strength of the Heart within her. It was this strength that enabled her to stand against overwhelming odds, to inspire her comrades, and ultimately to make the ultimate sacrifice.
But there was one more secret, one that even those who fought beside her did not know. As Elara lay dying under that tree, she whispered a final incantation taught by Alaric. Her soul merged with the very essence of the land she had fought to protect, becoming an eternal guardian. Her spirit now resides within the statue, watching over the city, her presence felt by those who seek courage and strength.
The old woman finished her tale, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Lucy sat in awe, the story filling her heart with a newfound reverence for the hero who had given everything for her people.
“Thank you,” Lucy whispered, but when she turned to look at the old woman, she was gone. The wind carried a gentle, reassuring whisper, and Lucy knew that the spirit of Elara was still watching over them all.
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@@N7GOTTI Fucking awesome bro, AWESOME
Bravery waits in shadows
The key is to look in the heart
See the jargons of despair
with a glimmer of faith
Weave a rope on that glimmer
unbreakable by any a remorse
Hold on to the rope and walk
step by step, through the pains
from pangs caused by sharps
They may wound the body
but never the soul.
To remember the rope each moment of way
and preserve the spirit of willpower
May reach the end with the last of breath
Find the sunset before the final collapse
There is beauty in that vision
and a magic in that beauty
to help join hands with legends
in the ever growing sands of time.
So my dear pals, here I lay it all bare
for you to see and feel beforehand
Hath no fear to open your minds
WHO WILL FOLLOW ME ONE LAST TIME?
I will follow you to the gates of hell and we shall return together or not at all.
Absolutely superb art once again by WLOP and it accompanies the beautiful music perfectly so you can get lost in your mind and energies. Thank you x
The men stood tall and strong, ready to defend their homeland against any threat. With their fearless leader leading the charge, they knew they could overcome any obstacle that stood in their way. Their determination and bravery inspired them to face the coming battle with unwavering courage and solidarity. Together, they were a formidable force, ready to fight for their beliefs and protect their people at all costs. And as they stood on the brink of battle, they knew that victory was within their grasp, no matter the odds stacked against them.
Their unity and resolve were unbreakable, their courage unwavering. The men stood tall, ready to defend their land and loved ones with every ounce of strength they possessed. As the enemy approached, they charged forth with a fierce battle cry, their swords slicing through the air with deadly precision. The clash of steel rang out in the darkness, but the men fought on valiantly, fueled by their unwavering loyalty to each other and their fearless leader. In the end, they emerged victorious, their enemies vanquished and their spirits soaring high. This was not just a battle won, but a testament to the unbreakable bond that held them together, a bond forged in blood, sweat, and the fires of war. And as they stood victorious on the battlefield, they knew that together, they could conquer anything that came their way.
The thumbnail picture is cool. Where'd you find it?
"your masters have stolen my sons and daughters while you stood there watching, doing nothing." with my chin lifted defiantly I stared them each in the eyes. "now that you have seen first hand what they do, will you stand with me - or does it end right here right now?" song 3
Destiny awaits.
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This was amazing, EMW! ❤❤
The beautiful music, the gorgeous art, everything was so well put together! ❤❤❤
Thank you so much for this! ❤❤❤
There is never a last time..she is a superb liar..the best…and she is good at decimating armies..legions…our own..for her name was Lilith..in other worlds and places..known as the snake in the tree…trickster and many others as she whispered so sweetly the right things at the right times that spoke to the hero’s heart…she looks at me disdainfully…arrogantly….knowing me and my men would face her…I give her a knowing smile..for I would have her head for all the good men she murdered using her guilded exterior.
How did u recognise her?
Dude, I'm very, very, very grateful. thanks to you, I found 2 good ideas, with good endings. ha ha!
Where artwork perfectly matches music. Track 1 could be named To defenders of Famagusta, it would be a fair and honourable tribute to brave warriors forgotten by history.
This screams Nephis from Shadow Slave
Sanguinius' last stand against Horus, the traitor legions, and the endless tide of chaos. "Will you stand and fight? Or will you run? Will you run.."
A true knight is one who will follow their leader to the end of their reign.
Yes, and if their leader is evil or immoral the knight is still bound and this is why the knight's code is BS.
@@meetmehalfway7982 morality is never black and white.
one man's hero is another man's villain
@@Tiogar60Morality is simple. Treat others as you want to be treated.
@@Tiogar60 You could justify anything with that logic. You could say the most vile, oppressive slave master is a hero because "morality is never black and white" - that's according to your logic.
@@miguelservetus9534 So if I'm a masochist and enjoy pain, I should also inflict pain on others?
"Aye, once more, we got this far eh?, what paladin would i be if i departed now when you needed me , though tho art not of thy kinsmen, you are dragonborn to me and to us, Family stick together" -Gawain Paladin Dnd 5e
Serbian Tsar Lazar on the question before the Battle of Kosovo, where the Ottomans outnumbered the Serbs many times:
-"I do not decide whether I will go into battle according to the strength of the force that threatens me, but by what is sacred and holy, which I defend."
Tsar Lazar knew that his chances against the Ottoman aggressor were slim. On the eve of the Battle of Kosovo, he gathered his upper aristocracy and asked if they should fight for the Holy Cross and Golden Freedom or surrender to their adversaries and live as slaves to the Muslims. They had to choose between the Heavenly Kingdom and the Earthly One. In the true spirit of Christianity, they preferred to place their hope in Christ and Eternal Life. The Tsar and all of his warriors took Holy Communion and went into battle on Saint Vitus Day, Tuesday, June 15th, 1389 [by the old calendar (Julian date) / June 28th by the new, current calendar (Gregorian date)].
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Beautiful 😊
This is Good I^o^I👍
Não posso corrigir o que já foi feito, mas posso evitar que aconteça de novo. Não vos peço amor, nem a lealdade e nem a dignidade, apenas, vos peço, a ajuda para acabar com este maldito ciclo infernal.
I absolutely love this channel and you guys make amazing music 🔥🔥🔥🔥
. . .Still. The enemy pressed on.
"blood! bLoOd!! BLOOD!!!"
SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
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ill walk one last time in to the darkness with you princess, and ill make sure you come out at the other end
Story prompt that the title of this video gave me.
Princess and daughter of precious king/tyrant succeeds her father, bringing a progressive age of peace and prosperity to her people granting many new freedoms and privileges.
But with every new positive change, many mistakes are made. Enemies begin to stack, her age of peace and prosperity begins to crack from aggression within and without.
Many of these mistakes made are public, faith dwindles and many see her as naive, and when war breaks out and she suffers defeat after defeat till the enemy are breaking down her gates she turns to her knights and loyal subjects and asks
“Who will follow me, one last time”
“If you wish to spare your lives by surrendering me you may do so now; you have that right.”
Captain of her Majesty’s Royal Guard: “I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends
and break all bonds of fellowship,
but it is not this day.”
The amount of times I play this video during Bannerlord, or Crusder Kings III (when I am on the losing side) cannot be understated.
Awesome!!!❤❤💯💯
Joan of arc
i haven't seen wlop continue ghost blade story in years, did he make any progress?
nice
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Christus regnat in aeternum. Ave, ave Christus Rex!
followed by The Lonely Parade
hermosa música 🎼❤️
WLOP is great artist
WHO b with me? 😮
Beutiful music
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These heavy titles that are trying to make epicness out of any thing are kinda getting cringy.
These weirdo comment anecdotes are cringe.
This comment section is fucking hilarious 😂