THE SOUL OF HEROES... What They Are Made Of... They Fought For Us All... For A Purpose, Some Fought For Justice... Others Revenge... And Some For A Need To Live... In The End They Saved Us All... No Matter The Cost... Some Fought Demon Lords And Others Fought Monsters Of Old... But Maybe We Put To Much Stock In Their Souls... For Most Of Them Suffered Heavily... And Their True Stories Are To Be Honored And Mourned... When A Hero Fought The Demon Lord And Killed Him... She Didn't Know She Killed Her Own Father... When A Hero Fought For Justice... He Didn't Know He Was Punishing The Innocent... And When A Hero Fought To Live A Long Peaceful Life... He Didn't Know He Was Cutting It Short... … Now How About This Time, We Do It Right... We Make A Hero Who Never Falls... One Who Would Make The Darkness Tremble And Shield Us... How About We Make A Hero, From Within Ourselves... For Our Only Hope.... Comes From, All Of You Future Heroes... For The Future Is What You Make... So Make It A Bright One, For All Of US FOR WITHIN US ALL, LIES A HERO, A HERO WHO I SEE A FUTURE IN, ONE WHO I CAN DEPEND ON... TO MAKE THIS WORLD A BETTER PLACE... You And I May Never See Each Other, But I Know, Even If I Don't Know You, I Can See A Human... Who Strives To Live, And Grow, For You Are, Alive And As Long As You Live, There Is Hope... Hope For A Future Worth Living, A Future I Would Die To Protect... For Even After I Am Gone, You Will Still Read This Message, And So I Live On... In Your Future, A Future I Would Love To See...For In You, Lies Hope...
Saint Sophia was war-forge`d as guardian of faith. Riven in bronze, life and will to live was breathed into her by the God of Machines who she served as prophet and champion. To the multitudes came her prayer, and to the fell came her word. To all, she hath said; but what is a tower in the wind but an ear of wheat in a field? Strong in its own world - yet to destruction it bends, save for the other stalks, strong as one, in one united as we are under Him. And all who spake with Saint Sophia was in turn impressed by her faith, and by the love in her artifice, made to serve the faith as a machine, an iron angel chained. Iron was she, unbreaking, undying. For into the village from whence she made her abode, came a wealthy man, clothed in lavish furs, bedecked in jewellery, and all these he offered Sophia if she would but bow. Yet Saint Sophia said; What is a gem or a piece of gold, but metal and glass of His substance, and you have usurped it. And she laid her hand upon the jewels and gold that lay there before her, and lo; it was at once formed of tiny birds, which flew at once to the wind, free of death in immobility. And Satan was enraged, and spake to Sophia, Lay hand upon me and touch my flesh, love me as your god, and you shall have me. Then Sophia said, what is thy flesh but fettered artifice? To usurp the machine that is life to seduce or pervert its purpose is to be dead of the soul. I shall release its bonds. Thus she laid asunder with His holy name the devil's flesh, and its true form was made apparent. And the devil waxed wroth and said, Bow down to me, or I shall render your life asunder, and your gears shall be broken. Then to this Saint Sophia said, From whence thou came, let it be known of my death, for never shall I let it touch me, nor for me to travel with thee there. And Saint Sophia took her beautifully wrought fist, for she was designed not for war but for the word's spread, and smote the devil, and it was gone, but her hand was ruined. Yea, mighty was she, prophet of the God of Machines. Yet once susceptible was she by means of her will, even she as prophet of the God of Machines. For into the poor hut from whence she preached, came a man, clothed simply, and behind him came thirteen. And although they treated this man with utmost respect, this man spake no word, but instead bowed as one humble to Sophia, and though he was guest in her home, began to repair her of damage sustained by a storm previously. This pleased Sophia, and she said to him, Who are you, who is pleasing to the God of Machines? And Jesus said, I come as from God, yet the God is not of steel and artifice, but of all and in all. And Saint Sophia said, Who are you. And Jesus: I am the Way, the Truth and the Life. Yet Sophia said, there is one truth, yet infinite cogs in the machine, of which you are one. The disciples waxed wroth at this, but Jesus said, What is God? And Sophia told Jesus that God is a machine. And He said, That is not enough. And Sophia said, God is to assimilate. And Jesus said, That is not God. Who is yours? Does he care? God is Good. God is Love and Life and the joy that can be found in any dark place, if candle - flame is thus invoked in the hearts of men by love of light. And Jesus laid his hand upon Sophia's, and it was while, but now of flesh, not metal. And Saint Sophia was aghast and spoke aloud of the imperfections. Yet Jesus said, Did your God care to rejoin thy hand? And Sophia, she of iron, was silent. Then she prayed, and to the people she cried, I was fool to believe that those who would build the wheat in metal would not be also the wind that sweeps over them? And she said, God loves. Love is what one of bronze would never know, but of flesh I now understand. To Jesus she knelt, and kissed his feet with brass lips, and promised to serve his God. Then the people fell upon Sophia, and tore her apart, for they felt that one as alien could never be the passage for the word of a God. Yet the last vestige of the life of Saint Sophia was one sorrowful, truly human tear. I wanted this story to be a lot better than it was, but from making this story completely up as I went along, I don't think I did that badly.
i may have failed my mission. but i have no regrets! for everything is in the will of our God. everyone will know my story and that would end the hate. there would be no more betrayal. no more sadness. no regrets. no misdirection in life. God be with you all
The Lord Jesus Christ bless you and keep you. And the Mother of God pray for you, as I find your words touching my own suffering. In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Word without end. Amen.
There is no happiness for myself, no misfortune for others. I become as happy as I made others happy. May happy energy always overflow with you and around you.🎵😊
Now that has to be one of the most beautiful words I ever saw. Simple but so positive and powerful. I am happy because I read this. Thank You for the soul music. I appreciate it very much.
My mom: "Can you go to the store and buy some eggs?" Me after hearing this: "Yes mother. It would be my honour to fulfil my duty as your son. I swear by my father's that I shall succeed in this quest, no matter what it takes" Also my mom: "Okay"
Karina: "No. I have failed." Voices: "No. You have never failed us." Karina: "Who? Who was that?" Voices: "That, which you have been protecting." Karina: "The Soul Well? I am not worthy to be in your presence." Voices: "Nonsense child. We have been awaiting your coming for quite some time." Karina: "But I couldn't stop the assassins from breaking your seal." Voices: "And now it is time that we die, and so, are free again." Karina: "But what shall we do without you?" Voices: "What all of humanity has done. They live." Karina: "How can they live, when the armies of the Dark Lord are now coming, and I couldn't even protect you?" Voices: "When you fall, you can either stand up and climb, or stay in the pit and surrender. And you have fallen many times, but we have never seen you give up." Karina: "Of course I will fight. But I can't do this alone. There are just too many." Voices: "You are only alone, when you do not share the burden with those, whom you swore to defend. By not trusting the skills of those who do not measure up to you, you have put them in grave danger." Karina: "I just... just don't want them to suffer." Voices: "Then trust those you love, and bring them the gifts we give you. Not everybody will have the exact same gift, but your differences will make you all stronger." *a bright light envelops Karina, dousing her in warmth* Karina: "I have... wings?" Voices: "Among other abilities, that you will soon discover. Now go, and spread the gifts wisely. For when those whom you choose fall, they will take our place in the Soul Well... including yourself." -Me
Where hero's once stood ... We bear their weight ... Their deeds ... Their legacy .. For it is the soul of the heros that give us the strength to push past the darkness ... And illuminate the future for those who will follow our paths ... It is now were bear their souls and forged our paths in the darkness even now ...
Rust Good blades dull with time, When not kept sharp and clean. Just as a blade, time dulls your mind, Corruption and complacency will ruin bring. The real test was never to stand the longest, But to get back up after you've been brought down. Fate picks no favorites, takes no requests, Yet still you can bear humanities crown. Be a king unto yourself, never falter in resolve. A king loves his people, and their problems he solves. Let all doubts dissolve, As you stand again and again, taking trials, one and all. To death, the coward never calls. Bear courage like a mark of pride as to death you crawl. Death may be the end, but we all die anyway, Our life's purpose was never to win, but to stall. May the generations here after do better than their predecessors.
Saint Sophia was war-forge`d as guardian of faith. Riven in bronze, life and will to live was breathed into her by the God of Machines who she served as prophet and champion. To the multitudes came her prayer, and to the fell came her word. To all, she hath said; but what is a tower in the wind but an ear of wheat in a field? Strong in its own world - yet to destruction it bends, save for the other stalks, strong as one, in one united as we are under Him. And all who spake with Saint Sophia was in turn impressed by her faith, and by the love in her artifice, made to serve the faith as a machine, an iron angel chained. Iron was she, unbreaking, undying. For into the village from whence she made her abode, came a wealthy man, clothed in lavish furs, bedecked in jewellery, and all these he offered Sophia if she would but bow. Yet Saint Sophia said; What is a gem or a piece of gold, but metal and glass of His substance, and you have usurped it. And she laid her hand upon the jewels and gold that lay there before her, and lo; it was at once formed of tiny birds, which flew at once to the wind, free of death in immobility. And Satan was enraged, and spake to Sophia, Lay hand upon me and touch my flesh, love me as your god, and you shall have me. Then Sophia said, what is thy flesh but fettered artifice? To usurp the machine that is life to seduce or pervert its purpose is to be dead of the soul. I shall release its bonds. Thus she laid asunder with His holy name the devil's flesh, and its true form was made apparent. And the devil waxed wroth and said, Bow down to me, or I shall render your life asunder, and your gears shall be broken. Then to this Saint Sophia said, From whence thou came, let it be known of my death, for never shall I let it touch me, nor for me to travel with thee there. And Saint Sophia took her beautifully wrought fist, for she was designed not for war but for the word's spread, and smote the devil, and it was gone, but her hand was ruined. Yea, mighty was she, prophet of the God of Machines. Yet once susceptible was she by means of her will, even she as prophet of the God of Machines. For into the poor hut from whence she preached, came a man, clothed simply, and behind him came thirteen. And although they treated this man with utmost respect, this man spake no word, but instead bowed as one humble to Sophia, and though he was guest in her home, began to repair her of damage sustained by a storm previously. This pleased Sophia, and she said to him, Who are you, who is pleasing to the God of Machines? And Jesus said, I come as from God, yet the God is not of steel and artifice, but of all and in all. And Saint Sophia said, Who are you. And Jesus: I am the Way, the Truth and the Life. Yet Sophia said, there is one truth, yet infinite cogs in the machine, of which you are one. The disciples waxed wroth at this, but Jesus said, What is God? And Sophia told Jesus that God is a machine. And He said, That is not enough. And Sophia said, God is to assimilate. And Jesus said, That is not God. Who is yours? Does he care? God is Good. God is Love and Life and the joy that can be found in any dark place, if candle - flame is thus invoked in the hearts of men by love of light. And Jesus laid his hand upon Sophia's, and it was while, but now of flesh, not metal. And Saint Sophia was aghast and spoke aloud of the imperfections. Yet Jesus said, Did your God care to rejoin thy hand? And Sophia, she of iron, was silent. Then she prayed, and to the people she cried, I was fool to believe that those who would build the wheat in metal would not be also the wind that sweeps over them? And she said, God loves. Love is what one of bronze would never know, but of flesh I now understand. To Jesus she knelt, and kissed his feet with brass lips, and promised to serve his God. Then the people fell upon Sophia, and tore her apart, for they felt that one as alien could never be the passage for the word of a God. Yet the last vestige of the life of Saint Sophia was one sorrowful, truly human tear. I wanted this story to be a lot better than it was, but from making this story completely up as I went along, I don't think I did that badly.
Bless the dear brave souls who died trying to help Afghanistan people... heartbroken here...crying crying....knew this heartache would happen ...the blood of our North Carolina soldiers...
Some of you old timers like me might remember the epic album side works of prog rock music from the 70's. I'd love to see Epic Music artists go that way. This work of music is wonderful, but having it go on for 20 minutes would be wonderful, IMO! Fading several songs together into one long work would work too! :-)
"Heroes are no more" the crooked man had a stick to lean on. He sat on a chair near the window. Near the sunlight, a place from where he could see the sky and the town, the people. "what about the one who came decades ago..." "Dead," he said without thinking, without even letting the barkeep finish. "And how would you know that?" The old man smiled. " because I am the one who killed him. "
Saint Sophia was war-forge`d as guardian of faith. Riven in bronze, life and will to live was breathed into her by the God of Machines who she served as prophet and champion. To the multitudes came her prayer, and to the fell came her word. To all, she hath said; but what is a tower in the wind but an ear of wheat in a field? Strong in its own world - yet to destruction it bends, save for the other stalks, strong as one, in one united as we are under Him. And all who spake with Saint Sophia was in turn impressed by her faith, and by the love in her artifice, made to serve the faith as a machine, an iron angel chained. Iron was she, unbreaking, undying. For into the village from whence she made her abode, came a wealthy man, clothed in lavish furs, bedecked in jewellery, and all these he offered Sophia if she would but bow. Yet Saint Sophia said; What is a gem or a piece of gold, but metal and glass of His substance, and you have usurped it. And she laid her hand upon the jewels and gold that lay there before her, and lo; it was at once formed of tiny birds, which flew at once to the wind, free of death in immobility. And Satan was enraged, and spake to Sophia, Lay hand upon me and touch my flesh, love me as your god, and you shall have me. Then Sophia said, what is thy flesh but fettered artifice? To usurp the machine that is life to seduce or pervert its purpose is to be dead of the soul. I shall release its bonds. Thus she laid asunder with His holy name the devil's flesh, and its true form was made apparent. And the devil waxed wroth and said, Bow down to me, or I shall render your life asunder, and your gears shall be broken. Then to this Saint Sophia said, From whence thou came, let it be known of my death, for never shall I let it touch me, nor for me to travel with thee there. And Saint Sophia took her beautifully wrought fist, for she was designed not for war but for the word's spread, and smote the devil, and it was gone, but her hand was ruined. Yea, mighty was she, prophet of the God of Machines. Yet once susceptible was she by means of her will, even she as prophet of the God of Machines. For into the poor hut from whence she preached, came a man, clothed simply, and behind him came thirteen. And although they treated this man with utmost respect, this man spake no word, but instead bowed as one humble to Sophia, and though he was guest in her home, began to repair her of damage sustained by a storm previously. This pleased Sophia, and she said to him, Who are you, who is pleasing to the God of Machines? And Jesus said, I come as from God, yet the God is not of steel and artifice, but of all and in all. And Saint Sophia said, Who are you. And Jesus: I am the Way, the Truth and the Life. Yet Sophia said, there is one truth, yet infinite cogs in the machine, of which you are one. The disciples waxed wroth at this, but Jesus said, What is God? And Sophia told Jesus that God is a machine. And He said, That is not enough. And Sophia said, God is to assimilate. And Jesus said, That is not God. Who is yours? Does he care? God is Good. God is Love and Life and the joy that can be found in any dark place, if candle - flame is thus invoked in the hearts of men by love of light. And Jesus laid his hand upon Sophia's, and it was while, but now of flesh, not metal. And Saint Sophia was aghast and spoke aloud of the imperfections. Yet Jesus said, Did your God care to rejoin thy hand? And Sophia, she of iron, was silent. Then she prayed, and to the people she cried, I was fool to believe that those who would build the wheat in metal would not be also the wind that sweeps over them? And she said, God loves. Love is what one of bronze would never know, but of flesh I now understand. To Jesus she knelt, and kissed his feet with brass lips, and promised to serve his God. Then the people fell upon Sophia, and tore her apart, for they felt that one as alien could never be the passage for the word of a God. Yet the last vestige of the life of Saint Sophia was one sorrowful, truly human tear. Disclaimer; this story is inspired by a tale on the SCP Wiki about a mechanical saint named Saint Sophia. I wrote this independently though.
Darkness' calling: "In light, there is only weakness. Only failure. Only death. No more should you watch the lives you care for be lost....... Because where the light takes, the dark gives." Light's calling: "But the darkness corrupts, preys and feeds on your emotions, leading to actions.....Dont use it. Dont feed into its temptation. For everyone would be fearful of what you'll become if consumed by it." Commander (running to grab your attention away): "We need you guardian.....I need you......you are our hero, not the lights nor the darks, our......my hero....do what you must to protect us."
Through action,a man becomes a hero. Through death,a hero becomes a legend. Through time,a legend becomes a Myth. And by learning from the Myth,a man takes action. "It only takes 1 epic and uplifting music to turn the comments section to a poetry treasure hole" "They say light is the fastest thing in the universe, but darkness is already there before light comes" "Honor died on the beach, the Khan deserves to suffer" - Jin Sakai Me:*sees Miracle of Sound RUclips notification* Me:"Oh, I know this song" My brain:"and don't you wanna listen to it again?" Me:"...you make an amazing point" Hey folks, hope 2021 is treating ye ok. This was the one song from last year that I wasn't completely happy with the production. So for the Level 11 album version we made a few tweaks to bring out (to my ears) its full potential. Here is the list of changes: Rebalancing of bass guitar/ kick drum low end frequencies to create a more dynamic groove. Guitar EQ adjusted for a warmer, fatter sound. Some vocal volume levels adjusted slightly. Adjusted kick drum click to feel more natural and be slightly louder. Snare drum adjusted & EQ-d to have fewer distracting harmonic overtones and fit into the groove better. Some overall mix & master EQ & compression adjustments to create a more full, balanced sounding production.
They do exist. For one thing, you can see polarized light and use it to navigate the seas, with extensive training and practice. In a moment of dire need, the human body can overclock and break itself with its own strength. That’s how mothers have lifted cars off their children, and how people have thrown boulders off themselves in rockslides. That’s how a policeman outran a wildfire to reach his car years ago. Roy Benavidez and many others received multiple fatal wounds in combat, only to beat their enemies to death, then carry their fallen comrades to safety, and survive. A victim of abduction and rape once jumped out a window, got shot through the knee, and ran all the way home with no knee left (I’ve forgotten her name). And there’s more. Some people can detect the magnetosphere. Some people can detect radio signals after receiving metal dental implants, or steel plates in their skulls. And don’t even get me started on dreams. There’s far more to reality than we can comfortably perceive. But know this: your own imagination is a superpower in itself, because it’s unique to you, and it surpasses all known creatures besides other humans.
Huge thanks to EMW for supporting our album Heroes in this marvelous mix. We hope you guys enjoy the adventure music!
Beautiful thank you.
Don't stop
Be patient
Be confident
Be strong
One Day you will win
I thought the same... :) ...
Where all ment to find happyness so go find it & claim it.
If you're able to say this, you won.
Be a turtle. Slow to anger and therefore, not running to the fall.
THE SOUL OF HEROES...
What They Are Made Of...
They Fought For Us All...
For A Purpose, Some Fought For Justice...
Others Revenge...
And Some For A Need To Live...
In The End They Saved Us All...
No Matter The Cost...
Some Fought Demon Lords And Others Fought Monsters Of Old...
But Maybe We Put To Much Stock In Their Souls...
For Most Of Them Suffered Heavily...
And Their True Stories Are To Be Honored And Mourned...
When A Hero Fought The Demon Lord And Killed Him...
She Didn't Know She Killed Her Own Father...
When A Hero Fought For Justice...
He Didn't Know He Was Punishing The Innocent...
And When A Hero Fought To Live A Long Peaceful Life...
He Didn't Know He Was Cutting It Short...
…
Now How About This Time, We Do It Right...
We Make A Hero Who Never Falls...
One Who Would Make The Darkness Tremble And Shield Us...
How About We Make A Hero, From Within Ourselves...
For Our Only Hope....
Comes From, All Of You Future Heroes...
For The Future Is What You Make...
So Make It A Bright One, For All Of US
FOR WITHIN US ALL, LIES A HERO, A HERO WHO I SEE A FUTURE IN, ONE WHO I CAN DEPEND ON...
TO MAKE THIS WORLD A BETTER PLACE...
You And I May Never See Each Other, But I Know, Even If I Don't Know You, I Can See A Human...
Who Strives To Live, And Grow, For You Are, Alive And As Long As You Live, There Is Hope...
Hope For A Future Worth Living, A Future I Would Die To Protect...
For Even After I Am Gone, You Will Still Read This Message, And So I Live On...
In Your Future, A Future I Would Love To See...For In You, Lies Hope...
Saint Sophia was war-forge`d as guardian of faith.
Riven in bronze, life and will to live was breathed into her by the God of Machines who she served as prophet and champion. To the multitudes came her prayer, and to the fell came her word.
To all, she hath said; but what is a tower in the wind but an ear of wheat in a field? Strong in its own world - yet to destruction it bends, save for the other stalks, strong as one, in one united as we are under Him.
And all who spake with Saint Sophia was in turn impressed by her faith, and by the love in her artifice, made to serve the faith as a machine, an iron angel chained. Iron was she, unbreaking, undying.
For into the village from whence she made her abode, came a wealthy man, clothed in lavish furs, bedecked in jewellery, and all these he offered Sophia if she would but bow.
Yet Saint Sophia said; What is a gem or a piece of gold, but metal and glass of His substance, and you have usurped it.
And she laid her hand upon the jewels and gold that lay there before her, and lo; it was at once formed of tiny birds, which flew at once to the wind, free of death in immobility.
And Satan was enraged, and spake to Sophia,
Lay hand upon me and touch my flesh, love me as your god, and you shall have me.
Then Sophia said, what is thy flesh but fettered artifice? To usurp the machine that is life to seduce or pervert its purpose is to be dead of the soul. I shall release its bonds.
Thus she laid asunder with His holy name the devil's flesh, and its true form was made apparent.
And the devil waxed wroth and said, Bow down to me, or I shall render your life asunder, and your gears shall be broken.
Then to this Saint Sophia said, From whence thou came, let it be known of my death, for never shall I let it touch me, nor for me to travel with thee there.
And Saint Sophia took her beautifully wrought fist, for she was designed not for war but for the word's spread, and smote the devil, and it was gone, but her hand was ruined.
Yea, mighty was she, prophet of the God of Machines.
Yet once susceptible was she by means of her will, even she as prophet of the God of Machines.
For into the poor hut from whence she preached, came a man, clothed simply, and behind him came thirteen.
And although they treated this man with utmost respect, this man spake no word, but instead bowed as one humble to Sophia, and though he was guest in her home, began to repair her of damage sustained by a storm previously.
This pleased Sophia, and she said to him, Who are you, who is pleasing to the God of Machines?
And Jesus said, I come as from God, yet the God is not of steel and artifice, but of all and in all.
And Saint Sophia said, Who are you.
And Jesus: I am the Way, the Truth and the Life.
Yet Sophia said, there is one truth, yet infinite cogs in the machine, of which you are one.
The disciples waxed wroth at this, but Jesus said, What is God?
And Sophia told Jesus that God is a machine.
And He said, That is not enough.
And Sophia said, God is to assimilate.
And Jesus said, That is not God. Who is yours?
Does he care?
God is Good. God is Love and Life and the joy that can be found in any dark place, if candle - flame is thus invoked in the hearts of men by love of light.
And Jesus laid his hand upon Sophia's, and it was while, but now of flesh, not metal.
And Saint Sophia was aghast and spoke aloud of the imperfections. Yet Jesus said, Did your God care to rejoin thy hand?
And Sophia, she of iron, was silent.
Then she prayed, and to the people she cried, I was fool to believe that those who would build the wheat in metal would not be also the wind that sweeps over them? And she said, God loves. Love is what one of bronze would never know, but of flesh I now understand.
To Jesus she knelt, and kissed his feet with brass lips, and promised to serve his God.
Then the people fell upon Sophia, and tore her apart, for they felt that one as alien could never be the passage for the word of a God.
Yet the last vestige of the life of Saint Sophia was one sorrowful, truly human tear.
I wanted this story to be a lot better than it was, but from making this story completely up as I went along, I don't think I did that badly.
I preff to make balance. For if there is no balance, this world will no longer exists.
Splendid! Well done, this truly inspires one to be heroic in their own lives. I highly approve 😉
i may have failed my mission. but i have no regrets! for everything is in the will of our God. everyone will know my story and that would end the hate. there would be no more betrayal. no more sadness. no regrets. no misdirection in life. God be with you all
The Lord Jesus Christ bless you and keep you.
And the Mother of God pray for you, as I find your words touching my own suffering.
In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.
Word without end.
Amen.
There is no happiness for myself, no misfortune for others. I become as happy as I made others happy.
May happy energy always overflow with you and around you.🎵😊
Now that has to be one of the most beautiful words I ever saw. Simple but so positive and powerful. I am happy because I read this. Thank You for the soul music. I appreciate it very much.
My mom: "Can you go to the store and buy some eggs?"
Me after hearing this: "Yes mother. It would be my honour to fulfil my duty as your son. I swear by my father's that I shall succeed in this quest, no matter what it takes"
Also my mom: "Okay"
An Hero, an Angel, a King and a Legend from God in this dimension I AM.🙏💜💎👑
Karina: "No. I have failed."
Voices: "No. You have never failed us."
Karina: "Who? Who was that?"
Voices: "That, which you have been protecting."
Karina: "The Soul Well? I am not worthy to be in your presence."
Voices: "Nonsense child. We have been awaiting your coming for quite some time."
Karina: "But I couldn't stop the assassins from breaking your seal."
Voices: "And now it is time that we die, and so, are free again."
Karina: "But what shall we do without you?"
Voices: "What all of humanity has done. They live."
Karina: "How can they live, when the armies of the Dark Lord are now coming, and I couldn't even protect you?"
Voices: "When you fall, you can either stand up and climb, or stay in the pit and surrender. And you have fallen many times, but we have never seen you give up."
Karina: "Of course I will fight. But I can't do this alone. There are just too many."
Voices: "You are only alone, when you do not share the burden with those, whom you swore to defend. By not trusting the skills of those who do not measure up to you, you have put them in grave danger."
Karina: "I just... just don't want them to suffer."
Voices: "Then trust those you love, and bring them the gifts we give you. Not everybody will have the exact same gift, but your differences will make you all stronger."
*a bright light envelops Karina, dousing her in warmth*
Karina: "I have... wings?"
Voices: "Among other abilities, that you will soon discover. Now go, and spread the gifts wisely. For when those whom you choose fall, they will take our place in the Soul Well... including yourself."
-Me
I like it, powerful 😎 👌 👏 🙌
@Magaly Gauthier Thank you.
Which movie/series is this?
@@aayushjoshi9763 It is actually a spontaneous short by me. The picture and music inspire me to write a short story.
@@Techrat3D okay
Where hero's once stood ... We bear their weight ... Their deeds ... Their legacy .. For it is the soul of the heros that give us the strength to push past the darkness ... And illuminate the future for those who will follow our paths ... It is now were bear their souls and forged our paths in the darkness even now ...
I absolutely love this compilation. Magnificent. Mesmerizing. 🔥
Thank you
Have hope
Have patience
Have joy
And most importantly have love
Rust
Good blades dull with time,
When not kept sharp and clean.
Just as a blade, time dulls your mind,
Corruption and complacency will ruin bring.
The real test was never to stand the longest,
But to get back up after you've been brought down.
Fate picks no favorites, takes no requests,
Yet still you can bear humanities crown.
Be a king unto yourself, never falter in resolve.
A king loves his people, and their problems he solves.
Let all doubts dissolve,
As you stand again and again, taking trials, one and all.
To death, the coward never calls.
Bear courage like a mark of pride as to death you crawl.
Death may be the end, but we all die anyway,
Our life's purpose was never to win, but to stall.
May the generations here after do better than their predecessors.
@Distreet Pictures I don't recall where we met, but here we are, talking once again. Thank you for you feedback, stay chill bro.
And you, Kakashi, are the king of poetry.
Edit: And pretty much every other form of prose, let's be honest :)
Saint Sophia was war-forge`d as guardian of faith.
Riven in bronze, life and will to live was breathed into her by the God of Machines who she served as prophet and champion. To the multitudes came her prayer, and to the fell came her word.
To all, she hath said; but what is a tower in the wind but an ear of wheat in a field? Strong in its own world - yet to destruction it bends, save for the other stalks, strong as one, in one united as we are under Him.
And all who spake with Saint Sophia was in turn impressed by her faith, and by the love in her artifice, made to serve the faith as a machine, an iron angel chained. Iron was she, unbreaking, undying.
For into the village from whence she made her abode, came a wealthy man, clothed in lavish furs, bedecked in jewellery, and all these he offered Sophia if she would but bow.
Yet Saint Sophia said; What is a gem or a piece of gold, but metal and glass of His substance, and you have usurped it.
And she laid her hand upon the jewels and gold that lay there before her, and lo; it was at once formed of tiny birds, which flew at once to the wind, free of death in immobility.
And Satan was enraged, and spake to Sophia,
Lay hand upon me and touch my flesh, love me as your god, and you shall have me.
Then Sophia said, what is thy flesh but fettered artifice? To usurp the machine that is life to seduce or pervert its purpose is to be dead of the soul. I shall release its bonds.
Thus she laid asunder with His holy name the devil's flesh, and its true form was made apparent.
And the devil waxed wroth and said, Bow down to me, or I shall render your life asunder, and your gears shall be broken.
Then to this Saint Sophia said, From whence thou came, let it be known of my death, for never shall I let it touch me, nor for me to travel with thee there.
And Saint Sophia took her beautifully wrought fist, for she was designed not for war but for the word's spread, and smote the devil, and it was gone, but her hand was ruined.
Yea, mighty was she, prophet of the God of Machines.
Yet once susceptible was she by means of her will, even she as prophet of the God of Machines.
For into the poor hut from whence she preached, came a man, clothed simply, and behind him came thirteen.
And although they treated this man with utmost respect, this man spake no word, but instead bowed as one humble to Sophia, and though he was guest in her home, began to repair her of damage sustained by a storm previously.
This pleased Sophia, and she said to him, Who are you, who is pleasing to the God of Machines?
And Jesus said, I come as from God, yet the God is not of steel and artifice, but of all and in all.
And Saint Sophia said, Who are you.
And Jesus: I am the Way, the Truth and the Life.
Yet Sophia said, there is one truth, yet infinite cogs in the machine, of which you are one.
The disciples waxed wroth at this, but Jesus said, What is God?
And Sophia told Jesus that God is a machine.
And He said, That is not enough.
And Sophia said, God is to assimilate.
And Jesus said, That is not God. Who is yours?
Does he care?
God is Good. God is Love and Life and the joy that can be found in any dark place, if candle - flame is thus invoked in the hearts of men by love of light.
And Jesus laid his hand upon Sophia's, and it was while, but now of flesh, not metal.
And Saint Sophia was aghast and spoke aloud of the imperfections. Yet Jesus said, Did your God care to rejoin thy hand?
And Sophia, she of iron, was silent.
Then she prayed, and to the people she cried, I was fool to believe that those who would build the wheat in metal would not be also the wind that sweeps over them? And she said, God loves. Love is what one of bronze would never know, but of flesh I now understand.
To Jesus she knelt, and kissed his feet with brass lips, and promised to serve his God.
Then the people fell upon Sophia, and tore her apart, for they felt that one as alien could never be the passage for the word of a God.
Yet the last vestige of the life of Saint Sophia was one sorrowful, truly human tear.
I wanted this story to be a lot better than it was, but from making this story completely up as I went along, I don't think I did that badly.
Perhaps I should expand on Saint Sophia and write note stories on her, maybe improve this one.
@@generalironbeak1200 I just realized all the grammar mistakes in this, yikes, I fixed it. Thank you
Cloud Strife: "You just don't get it at all, there's not a thing I don't cherish!"
Its easy!
Its great music:)
"Go back to where you belong! In my memories."
Sephiroth: "I will... never be a memory."
@@piercepayumo4212 Are thees quotes from a move?
@@musically..induced Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children
Sounds like there is hope ahead of us, so astonishing.
Bless the dear brave souls who died trying to help Afghanistan people... heartbroken here...crying crying....knew this heartache would happen ...the blood of our North Carolina soldiers...
Awaken your hero within . Step into power
I love music thats heroic, epic, emotional, remorseful, and powerful!
Thank you
Same!
I dont fight because i hate what's in front of me. I fight because i love what's behind me.
A song for our fallen heroes may their soul's and achievement forever be remembered
U know its gonna be good when u get chills in the first 10 sec
Thanks
Some of you old timers like me might remember the epic album side works of prog rock music from the 70's. I'd love to see Epic Music artists go that way. This work of music is wonderful, but having it go on for 20 minutes would be wonderful, IMO! Fading several songs together into one long work would work too! :-)
Very beautiful, epic music, best there is.
This is awesome!
Love it
Wonderful 🌟
Thank you
Beautiful thanks for uploading it .
"Heroes are no more" the crooked man had a stick to lean on. He sat on a chair near the window. Near the sunlight, a place from where he could see the sky and the town, the people.
"what about the one who came decades ago..."
"Dead," he said without thinking, without even letting the barkeep finish.
"And how would you know that?"
The old man smiled. " because I am the one who killed him. "
Graphic 100%
Music 100%
Result:100% epicness 😎
Absolutely powerful. Thank you!
Thank you!
Wonderful song! 🎷🎶🎵🎼🎺
Both art projects and music are both incredibly beautiful, well done to all.
Thank you
I've never felt so motivated to be tired 👌
Saint Sophia was war-forge`d as guardian of faith.
Riven in bronze, life and will to live was breathed into her by the God of Machines who she served as prophet and champion. To the multitudes came her prayer, and to the fell came her word.
To all, she hath said; but what is a tower in the wind but an ear of wheat in a field? Strong in its own world - yet to destruction it bends, save for the other stalks, strong as one, in one united as we are under Him.
And all who spake with Saint Sophia was in turn impressed by her faith, and by the love in her artifice, made to serve the faith as a machine, an iron angel chained. Iron was she, unbreaking, undying.
For into the village from whence she made her abode, came a wealthy man, clothed in lavish furs, bedecked in jewellery, and all these he offered Sophia if she would but bow.
Yet Saint Sophia said; What is a gem or a piece of gold, but metal and glass of His substance, and you have usurped it.
And she laid her hand upon the jewels and gold that lay there before her, and lo; it was at once formed of tiny birds, which flew at once to the wind, free of death in immobility.
And Satan was enraged, and spake to Sophia,
Lay hand upon me and touch my flesh, love me as your god, and you shall have me.
Then Sophia said, what is thy flesh but fettered artifice? To usurp the machine that is life to seduce or pervert its purpose is to be dead of the soul. I shall release its bonds.
Thus she laid asunder with His holy name the devil's flesh, and its true form was made apparent.
And the devil waxed wroth and said, Bow down to me, or I shall render your life asunder, and your gears shall be broken.
Then to this Saint Sophia said, From whence thou came, let it be known of my death, for never shall I let it touch me, nor for me to travel with thee there.
And Saint Sophia took her beautifully wrought fist, for she was designed not for war but for the word's spread, and smote the devil, and it was gone, but her hand was ruined.
Yea, mighty was she, prophet of the God of Machines.
Yet once susceptible was she by means of her will, even she as prophet of the God of Machines.
For into the poor hut from whence she preached, came a man, clothed simply, and behind him came thirteen.
And although they treated this man with utmost respect, this man spake no word, but instead bowed as one humble to Sophia, and though he was guest in her home, began to repair her of damage sustained by a storm previously.
This pleased Sophia, and she said to him, Who are you, who is pleasing to the God of Machines?
And Jesus said, I come as from God, yet the God is not of steel and artifice, but of all and in all.
And Saint Sophia said, Who are you.
And Jesus: I am the Way, the Truth and the Life.
Yet Sophia said, there is one truth, yet infinite cogs in the machine, of which you are one.
The disciples waxed wroth at this, but Jesus said, What is God?
And Sophia told Jesus that God is a machine.
And He said, That is not enough.
And Sophia said, God is to assimilate.
And Jesus said, That is not God. Who is yours?
Does he care?
God is Good. God is Love and Life and the joy that can be found in any dark place, if candle - flame is thus invoked in the hearts of men by love of light.
And Jesus laid his hand upon Sophia's, and it was while, but now of flesh, not metal.
And Saint Sophia was aghast and spoke aloud of the imperfections. Yet Jesus said, Did your God care to rejoin thy hand?
And Sophia, she of iron, was silent.
Then she prayed, and to the people she cried, I was fool to believe that those who would build the wheat in metal would not be also the wind that sweeps over them? And she said, God loves. Love is what one of bronze would never know, but of flesh I now understand.
To Jesus she knelt, and kissed his feet with brass lips, and promised to serve his God.
Then the people fell upon Sophia, and tore her apart, for they felt that one as alien could never be the passage for the word of a God.
Yet the last vestige of the life of Saint Sophia was one sorrowful, truly human tear.
Disclaimer; this story is inspired by a tale on the SCP Wiki about a mechanical saint named Saint Sophia. I wrote this independently though.
Thanks for your channel!
Why iam like in roller coaster , i feel mad , sad and powerfull
Amazing music 10/10❤❤❤❤❤❤
The 3rd title is awesome. Thank you!
they once being called"fallen powerhouse" and "flightless crow"
but..
The crow finally fly high..than anyone..
karasuno(fly)..
AMAZING SOUNDS!!!
🎶💙🎵🔥🎶🔥💯
Thank you
Darkness' calling: "In light, there is only weakness. Only failure. Only death. No more should you watch the lives you care for be lost....... Because where the light takes, the dark gives."
Light's calling: "But the darkness corrupts, preys and feeds on your emotions, leading to actions.....Dont use it. Dont feed into its temptation. For everyone would be fearful of what you'll become if consumed by it."
Commander (running to grab your attention away): "We need you guardian.....I need you......you are our hero, not the lights nor the darks, our......my hero....do what you must to protect us."
고마워요~~
Please my soul 🙏 ❤! Keep on going through just dont be despair...!
Amazing
1:30 its like the 47 ronin soundtrack just a little
👨🚀❤️👌✌️ Dankeschön
Beautiful Music and Art... 💕
Thanks
@@atommusicaudio 🐹💕
Ditengah kesunyian malam sebuah jiwa terlarut dalam kesendirian dan heningnya jejak medan pertempuran
pribumi detected 😅
Very FASCINATING!🙂❤👍
They say that when a hero die, there soul become a star in the night sky. So it light the path's of those follow the same path...
Beautiful 💖💖
What a cool video. These songs are fantastic!
Amazing Amazing beautiful
Thanks
Very good song!!!! I like this song
The soul of a hero is nothing, if not kind.
Saludos desde Argentina!!!
Thank you when I listen this music I fell like my day was usefull and benefic for myself 😍
Amazing music !
Powerful song
"There is no struggle too vast, no odds too overwhelming, for even should we fail - should we fall - we will know that we have lived."
Anomander Rake
اقرب الى الواقع
Fly like a bird, now this is my favorite melody 😍✨
Wait, composer - Alexander; mastering - Yordanov; cover art - Chaushev this is russian names? 🤔
I do have russian roots, but I am Austrian ;)
@@TobiasAlexanderRatka 😳It is really you?!!!.... I seе,😅 it's just so similar to the theme of the Second World War. Immensely adore😁✨💖
Yordanov and Chaushev are Bulgarian names, not Russian. Thank you!
@@atommusicaudio Oh, clear. Thanks!)))
@@TobiasAlexanderRatka your mind is epic
Siempre mucho 😘😘😘😘💛💖🌷
Beautiful
I love it
Thank you
⭐✨💫🌟⏳📯🗡️IAm Light IAm cosmic IAM everlasting." WE ARE EVERYTHING, WE ARE EVERYWHERE AND WE ARE HERE . 🙏🏽🗡️🌟📯💫. I LOVE YOU . Fight
Oh God! Awesome!
Cherubin....😊👍♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
🎶🔥
❤️❤️❤️❤️
Nice
Yay no dislikes in this video
🇧🇷 👍👍👍 GOSTEI. Obrigada por compartilhar. 👏👏👏👏👏 ( 1 0 7 )
🇧🇷😘😘😘😘😘😘😘💋💋💋
Through action,a man becomes a hero.
Through death,a hero becomes a legend.
Through time,a legend becomes a Myth.
And by learning from the Myth,a man takes action.
"It only takes 1 epic and uplifting music to turn the comments section to a poetry treasure hole"
"They say light is the fastest thing in the universe, but darkness is already there before light comes"
"Honor died on the beach, the Khan deserves to suffer" - Jin Sakai
Me:*sees Miracle of Sound RUclips notification*
Me:"Oh, I know this song"
My brain:"and don't you wanna listen to it again?"
Me:"...you make an amazing point"
Hey folks, hope 2021 is treating ye ok.
This was the one song from last year that I wasn't completely happy with the production. So for the Level 11 album version we made a few tweaks to bring out (to my ears) its full potential. Here is the list of changes:
Rebalancing of bass guitar/ kick drum low end frequencies to create a more dynamic groove.
Guitar EQ adjusted for a warmer, fatter sound.
Some vocal volume levels adjusted slightly.
Adjusted kick drum click to feel more natural and be slightly louder.
Snare drum adjusted & EQ-d to have fewer distracting harmonic overtones and fit into the groove better.
Some overall mix & master EQ & compression adjustments to create a more full, balanced sounding production.
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THX 🦊
MARAVILHOSA GRATIDÃO 🙏👏👏💚🎶🎵🎼🇧🇷🙏👏👏
우왕 짱좋당
If only powers like those in fantasies could exist sighh
They do exist. For one thing, you can see polarized light and use it to navigate the seas, with extensive training and practice.
In a moment of dire need, the human body can overclock and break itself with its own strength. That’s how mothers have lifted cars off their children, and how people have thrown boulders off themselves in rockslides. That’s how a policeman outran a wildfire to reach his car years ago.
Roy Benavidez and many others received multiple fatal wounds in combat, only to beat their enemies to death, then carry their fallen comrades to safety, and survive. A victim of abduction and rape once jumped out a window, got shot through the knee, and ran all the way home with no knee left (I’ve forgotten her name).
And there’s more. Some people can detect the magnetosphere. Some people can detect radio signals after receiving metal dental implants, or steel plates in their skulls. And don’t even get me started on dreams.
There’s far more to reality than we can comfortably perceive. But know this: your own imagination is a superpower in itself, because it’s unique to you, and it surpasses all known creatures besides other humans.
Será Esta " A ALMA DOS HERÓIS ", Traduzida nesta Música? , Se assim for, GOSTO!!..🙏☃️🌟🌠💖💝
If you like this try Through The Storm We Stand by Efisio Cross.
0:00 Dark Knight vibes
2:32 Transformers vibes
👌🏻👌🏻
👍👍👍👍👍
"Fly Like A Bird"
-Fanny
💓
❤❤❤💙💙💙
Hello 827 👍
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Asgard is not a place...It's a people.
The first song is very star wars
I don’t know why but I started envisioning lord of the rings when I listened to this
Thank you
MUJERES DE TODA LA TIERRA!!!SOIS LIBRES DE VUESTRO DESTINO,OS PIDO UNA ERA DE GREEN BULL.EN VERDE
🏹⚔️🗡️💜💙💚💛♥️
Funny thing about heroes. They always need the villain.
Chica desconocida hasta el lunes como no me hablas cuidate
need the name of 2nd song *-*
Can you draw black girls please?
Good songs?) The sound is muted in the mobile)
...ow.
Music is great but picture hurts.
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