And it was within his last moments that he said to himself.. "If these are to be my final moments here.. Then let them know that I am the last of my name. The last of my house. And the last one to stand here to face my enemy.. One. Last. Time."
Don't forget: an army of 500 heavily armed to the teeth Klingon Warriors. "QAPLA FELLOW KLINGON WARRIORS AND GOOD LUCK TO YOU IN YOUR GLORIOUS BATTLE!"
The blood of thousands covered the earth. The smell of death was in the air. He looked around. Death. Wrath. Pain. One last time he raised his sword, knowing that he was on his own. The last of his kind. The last of his name.
The last Dragonborn...he whose soul is forged from Akatosh’s himself...he who mantles the title of shezzarine...he who united the sons and daughters of Skyrim...he who is currently in the whiterun dungeon for stealing a bucket
I actually listened to this piece nonstop for a good hour to finish writing this one epic scene in my novel. It was very helpful. The music helped me picture everything exactly as I wanted. He returned, after so many years, to a land that was no longer recognizable. A kingdom, that he once ruled, no longer standing. He let go of the horse reigns and walked to the edge overlooking the ruins. The ashes covered his boots. The burning smell of death nearly choked him. How could he allow this? How could his kingdom, what was once the most revered land, become of this? He was the last of his kind. His people, his friends, his own family all perished and he was not there to protect them. He knelt down and vowed to bring his land back to what it once was whether he is victorious or not. He shall die with honors so be it.
This is so silly. If his people, friends, and family "all perished," how could he then bring his land back to what it once was, since he was "the last of his kind"? Unless, of course, he is able to reproduce asexually, like earthworms do. 😆
Hey, I am the last of my spieces of dragon. The Arclighter wyverns. There used to be soo many of us, we used to dance in the sky above towns, cities, we even worked together to stop a ice age from continuing. But it all changed one day... And I swore revenge ever since. *it's not easy being the last of my kind I assure you, but I make it work* Time to bellow the sirens, blast the horns and make my family proud.
We only know him as the last of his name, but we don't actually know his name, soooo I wouldn't say his name lasts forever because you know we don't actually know it. Guess more of "The last of his name made us remeber him forever" yeah yeah I know uncalled but well technically .....
An Emperor has fallen. He... was a friend. A brother. A father. A son. A husband. A warrior. Our shield against the blades and our light trough the darkness. A man, that never accepted defeat. A man, that have always uphold valor, mercy and peace. A man, who refused submission, even if it meant his own death. A man, who refused to trade his life for the survival of our empire, of it's people Wherever he is now. Wherever he has gone. He... will stay a hero. He shall stay a legend. Always
.... for a hero has fallen. A father, a warrior, a chieftain, a friend . May the Valkyrie welcome you in the halls of Valhalla, where the brave may live forever.
@@lucinasstudygram Yees, precisely the second movie, though the quote is wrong. But that is my point, I was being sarcastic. I assumed the "Gee" part would've sold that...
A very powerful composition with a lot of emotional themes that evoke images of both sadness and hope in an ancient world different from anything we know. Well done my friend.
After listening to this type of music, i feel like i wish i could hear them in any fantasy movies,dramas or series... These musics could have added extra specialty and charm to them
This song fits perfectly for my character in WoW! He is the last of his family, scarred by war, left only with his name and his father’s sword. Seeing only darkness, he sought light. Seeing his family and loved ones die, failed to save them... he now has nothing left to lose but himself.
This is the best song since Angel of War, one year ago. One of your best works, in my opinion. I feel this music is speaking to me, narrating an ancient legend filled whith misteries. I have only to understand it's words. Thank you, mr. BrunuhVille. Thanks for creating these dreams.
Adrian Von Ziegler and BrunuhVille are my true inspiring composers for the work I love doing. This is truly amazing. I love the adventure vibe I get from these songs and the raw emotion as well. It's amazing
Another astonishing work of art by Brunuhville. Thank you for everything and I need to tell you from the heart, I've been to "Hel" and I managed to find my way back by you, your music. Music doesn't save life's but your art does. keep it going for me and everyone else here. Love you.
keep going, the road may be tough but we'll just get tougher. i wish you good luck and just remember this music saved you once it can help doing that again.
I used to hate music and avoid it because it distracted me from practicing my prayers but I found this music actually strengthen my spiritual bond .. thank you
Everytime when I'm listening to such a wonderful fantasy piece I'm like: What am I doing? Why I'm not fighting, running, plotting, just living a great life or dying for it. What am I doing on this planet? On this world? And... why? Everytime when I'm listening to such a wonderful fantasy piece I'm dreaming of being someone else. Living a life... living a simple life, but still a great one. My life. Thank you
Brunhville, thank you for your masterpieces. You inspire many and specifically me. You can bring something to life, a simple phrase, a simple melody can be transformed by you. Congrats, not many people can conjure up something like this and have it sound as breathtaking as this. I can’t wait to hear more!
This is the first comment I've ever written, but I really felt I should thank you. Your music is inspiring. I'm writing a fantasy series and need powerful and emotional music to first create the scenes in my head and later place them in paper. And basically, my book playlist is almost all of your music. This song is no exception. Thank you!!
The last of his name who has flaws still faces the flames World against his face death knocking his door He has no fear for his is last of his name No one stand beside them as all are dead As war engulf them all he stands tall Last of his name distance crying for help No one is going spare and the world will turn into ashes Let me pour my blood to the land before its dry n die ~Me (last of his name)
the dragon in the background of the image looks like the male from Reign of Fire, the structure of the horns match almost perfectly as does the shape of the head and the position it is in.
At the parts that were more emotional sounding I actually teared up a bit, this is a great song that can really paint a picture and make you feel emotions throughout the course of it!
This is probably my most favorite out of BrunuhVille's work so far. It's so solemn, so dramatic, and so catchy and inspiring all at once. The poems others have made for it really help too. I really love this. Thank you, BrunuhVille for helping me to feel the fire of music while writing my fantasy novels. This song is great!
The rubble of his past was the constant reminder of what had been stolen from him, the billowing smoke of a home long ruined like the veil of lives since destroyed. His love, his kin, his land. The beast had taken everything, an uncaring giant who sought the destruction of what it believed unable to stop it. But the creature had never faced a man so dutifully prepared to die. The last of his name.
A wonderful song that I thoroughly enjoyed listening to! Your music never ceases to amaze me..... always powerful, emotional, and many times I close my eyes as I listen and imagine a faraway place full of fantasy! Thank you, BrunuhVille, for sharing another beautiful composition, I was so excited to receive a notification of your new work of art! :)
He will bleed and fight and defend his empire until the last breath. And when he finds death, his name will no longer exist. For he is the last of his kind. But he will remain forever. My thoughts :) Epic song, thanks!
@ feels like flying I always like to write my thoughts about it :) What I see in the picture and what I see before my mind's eye ... in my imagination.
How can this be so beautiful? I can see every single note become a movie in my head, dramatic, sad, but also powerful and so intense. I had chills, so much that I cried. The piano and the voice at the end is just a little more perfection for this piece. Thank you Brunuh. I'm never disappointed by your music.
You are without a doubt, among the most gifted composers out there. Your music inspires and lifts the spirit to greater heights. Thank you for your gift to the world!
Powerful piece Brunuh! I do hope all is well in your life and I hope your taking care of yourself darling. If not I hope whatever is wrong leaves you alone. Enjoy your day 💙
I never mentioned this particular dragon is wounded, what I said earlier that the dragon in this picture is crouching in a way, that it looks like the wounded Drogon, but thank you, anyway.
When all hope is lost, a hero will rise. Through many struggles, trials, and pain comes a journey, a path, a destiny. A man will become legend then myth. Stories of long lost battle between good and evil. When darkness roams the earth, many will rise up as warriors, fighters of freedom and soldiers of justice. Then arise a new hero fighting for the good of mankind. The rebirth of a legend, a savior…. AND A HERO.
I remember you having worries about the content/theme of music and the times you post them. please continue to post music whenever you feel like it and wait until you're satisfied. that way in the end there comes out a piece which thousands appreciate while you're happy with it too
Thank God you're here with your music, driving myself into the world I absolutely love. Bruno you're my favorite ! Keep going with your amazing compositions, i'm sure one day it will be used in movies or games. You're amazing ! I always press like even before I listen to the video because i know it's going to be fire.
Even as not intended to, I just thought on Samwell Tarly from Game of Thrones with all the scene of the picture. Glad to hear a new masterpiece from you!
Richard had dreamt of a field of white Roses, he plucked one and it turned red, and the rest followed. He awoke with a face full of mud and an ache he had too little time to concern. His crown fell and slowly sunk into the mud, it was but too late as he tried to grab it. He raised himself up with the blade of his bent and chipped sword. His armour was dented and dull, the white rose of his house was as brown as the field he fought on. The men who follow him, the counts and dukes who swore him fealty, all run rampant, some fighting, others fleeing, all panicked. Richard was grabbed from behind, he spun to see a captain of his sigil. “The battle is lost, your grace, let me help you to a horse” Richard but stared at him, his deformed and broken face was as menacing as the deeds themselves. “I have slain six Richmonds today, I will not turn down another” Richard retorted, pushing away the captain, who had turned into a sprint by the time Richard turned. Richard grabbed for the horse of his former captain and mounted hit, feeling a crack in his hunchback as he did. He raised his sword and charged into the fighting. Those still loyal cried in relief as they Ill-made King slashed and hacked at the red roses. “Hail, hail. Hail me your king, now and forever. We shall perish the red rose from England, and let the purity of peace reign again under a white one, as it had always been” the men cried in tired enthusiasm. Richard knew the lie he told was so. “Then follow, let no Richmond carry on his seed from this day forward. To arms!” The small retinue of mixed ranked knights and men-at-arms formed behind him on the hill, barely enough to for a unit fit for a king, but enough to enact his revenge. He saw the pockets of battle, and only one with Henry, fighting along side his troops as Richard did. Richard found himself almost admiring him, but it was either Richard or Henry, and Richard had made more difficult decisions in the past and came out alive. The sun of England’s summer raised over the clouds, the armour of war glistening in its smile, and the shouts of all the Plantagenets before carried through the wind to Richard’s ears and mind. “Bring down your dogs of war, we will put them down, or take them with us hand-to-hand to hell!” He said with a furious cry, and galloped with the fury of war behind him, dust gathering at their feet, they almost seems to be wraiths marching to death’s blue eyes. They crashed with screams of the young and old as lance met flesh, son met father, brother met brother. Richard felt a sting along his leg, but ignored it, he slashed his way through the thick mass of usurpers, his eyes flowed in fury, thirsty for the sight of Richmond himself. Each slash and hack was met with a similar slash and poke to himself, but he pushed on, letting his sword and shield answer their retorts. The men who had followed him had long fallen behind, dead or alive, Richard was alone. There, he saw him, his hair brown and eyes narrow emeralds of envy. He had a thin face and poked nose, his armour was scratched and muddy, his own sword was bent with the blood of Richard’s own. “Richmond!” Richard’s calling stopped the battle in its wake, all around, soldiers stopped and watched as the space between Henry and Richard cleared. “I looked for you” “And you found me, imp” the men around them laughed, Richard felt his leg shake. “Where’s my crown, kinslayer?” “In the mud of battle, worth more there than on your head, usurper” Richard felt his eyes droop as they became ever heavier. “Let’s end this war now, Richmond, let the Better man win” “That wouldn’t be fair, your grace,” Henry mocked the limping king. “To fight a creature as vile as yourself would be considered hunting, not a duel” the laughter was fainted in Richard’s ears. “And besides, you look to have fought more than one battle today, hunchback” Richard looked down at himself, he was mor red than the rose of his enemy. His leg had been emptying on the ground beside him and formed a puddle, his armour had broken off and stuck to him where it did not fall. A dagger held in his hunch where he could not reach. A stepped to him. “Let me help you” he said as he ripped the blade from his back, laughter erupted as Richard fell, landing in the puddle of his own life. “You’re a broken man, Richard,” Henry said, somewhat humbled. “Let your last moments be honourable and content. Surrender England to me, and you will die quickly” Richard closed his eyes, his hunch felt heavier than it ever did before. He thought of the last two years, the boys in the tower, his brother on his sick bed, the widow in his arms. The shady men of shady business visiting his quarters in the night with coins stained in blood. The countless heads of treasonous nobles. He heard the voice of his father, no... he heard the voices of all his fathers before, all the kings from Henry II to Edward III, all spoke at once, all echoed in his mind, all shunned him, all praised him. “Let the lion awaken before the winter” they said in unison. “Let the rose be bleached, and the blood of England soak in it” they chanted. “Awaken the land of William, awaken the memory of Arthur, Awaken the spirit of George” they were screaming now. “Let the lion sleep, for when he wakes, he shall mount the world and claim it his pride” Richard opened his eyes, sword in hand he leapt at Henry, his emerald eyes narrow as slits. He pushed down on the hilt of his sword, the blade was stained brown with dried blood, and it sunk into the mud. He held himself up with a leg as he raised the blade to Henry, with a smile of a fractured mind “And so it begins” Richard said, smiling smugly. “No,” Henry said, a sad smile on his lips. “Now, it ends” As they came together in a crash of thorns and petals, a school of petals as white as the clouds against the sky, turning red as the eyes of death.
I has no words to tell about . It is just like everyone else hope from you to give a fabulous one that you has done once again . I am your big fan and hope that all the people of the world be your fans 😍😍😍
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And it was within his last moments that he said to himself.. "If these are to be my final moments here.. Then let them know that I am the last of my name. The last of my house. And the last one to stand here to face my enemy.. One. Last. Time."
Nice
Well said 👏 👌 👍
Dramatic
Wow!
Your own lines or quoted from...?
"I will need the following:
"A sword."
"A shield."
"An epic music composition."
"And a collection of poems for my deeds."
Don't forget: an army of 500 heavily armed to the teeth Klingon Warriors. "QAPLA FELLOW KLINGON WARRIORS AND GOOD LUCK TO YOU IN YOUR GLORIOUS BATTLE!"
In order,
Zoltan
Ciri
Geralt
Priscilla
Dandelion
@Gifted Fool Thank you.
@@chessire1393 where is the sexy sorcerer?, heretic liar XD
@@mariosuarez6656
Yen is above such savage speaking!
The blood of thousands covered the earth. The smell of death was in the air.
He looked around. Death. Wrath. Pain.
One last time he raised his sword, knowing that he was on his own.
The last of his kind.
The last of his name.
Kind of dark but kind of sweet
🤐
Would make a killer line at the end of a fantacy movie
@@animatedamons470 or the last line in a prologue for the first book in a series
Siridara Keo ... leaving his legacy behind
By his side the beast that he tamed.
in war, *victory*
in peace, *vigilance*
in death, *sacrifice*
For The Grey Wardens
Yes
_Everyone in the comments_ :Ideas and stories.
_Me_ : *sharp inhale* You're going to need a bigger sword, my dude...
Way way bigger sword.
One that goes *CLANG* when it hits stuff
A Ballista that fires giant swords as well
Me: Nay he needs a bigger heart
Him: No lad ive got the heart otherwise I wouldent be here...
@Gifted Fool A bigger sword wouldn't hurt tho . . .
The last Dragonborn...he whose soul is forged from Akatosh’s himself...he who mantles the title of shezzarine...he who united the sons and daughters of Skyrim...he who is currently in the whiterun dungeon for stealing a bucket
Death Ball lol 😂
I mean, true
reading it with the voice of Esbern or Paarthurnax make sthis more memorable XD
He who cannot tolerate being spoken to about the cloud district...
He who has lost his sweetroll...
I actually listened to this piece nonstop for a good hour to finish writing this one epic scene in my novel. It was very helpful. The music helped me picture everything exactly as I wanted.
He returned, after so many years, to a land that was no longer recognizable. A kingdom, that he once ruled, no longer standing. He let go of the horse reigns and walked to the edge overlooking the ruins. The ashes covered his boots. The burning smell of death nearly choked him. How could he allow this? How could his kingdom, what was once the most revered land, become of this? He was the last of his kind. His people, his friends, his own family all perished and he was not there to protect them. He knelt down and vowed to bring his land back to what it once was whether he is victorious or not. He shall die with honors so be it.
and so it shall be
reins. horse's reins.
This is so silly. If his people, friends, and family "all perished," how could he then bring his land back to what it once was, since he was "the last of his kind"? Unless, of course, he is able to reproduce asexually, like earthworms do. 😆
@@Ganpignanusmay rain later
He may have been the last of his name but he made his name last forever...
Timoren throughout the coming ages
Hey, I am the last of my spieces of dragon. The Arclighter wyverns.
There used to be soo many of us, we used to dance in the sky above towns, cities, we even worked together to stop a ice age from continuing.
But it all changed one day... And I swore revenge ever since.
*it's not easy being the last of my kind I assure you, but I make it work*
Time to bellow the sirens, blast the horns and make my family proud.
We only know him as the last of his name, but we don't actually know his name, soooo I wouldn't say his name lasts forever because you know we don't actually know it. Guess more of "The last of his name made us remeber him forever"
yeah yeah I know uncalled but well technically .....
Yes....
He did 🐉
awesome comment
An Emperor has fallen.
He... was a friend. A brother. A father. A son. A husband. A warrior. Our shield against the blades and our light trough the darkness.
A man, that never accepted defeat.
A man, that have always uphold valor, mercy and peace.
A man, who refused submission, even if it meant his own death.
A man, who refused to trade his life for the survival of our empire, of it's people
Wherever he is now. Wherever he has gone.
He... will stay a hero.
He shall stay a legend. Always
Varian Wrynn!!!
Who's Varian Wrynn, @@Grayphus ?
First Captain Valerius Rensorfen sdsdddddddddddssssssssdde
.... for a hero has fallen. A father, a warrior, a chieftain, a friend .
May the Valkyrie welcome you in the halls of Valhalla, where the brave may live forever.
Gee, where have I heard this? XD still works tho
@@swvwc8393 It's from How to train your dragon, I think ^^
@@lucinasstudygram Yees, precisely the second movie, though the quote is wrong. But that is my point, I was being sarcastic. I assumed the "Gee" part would've sold that...
I really like this quote with this music and the picture. Great reference 👍
Nooo you're going to make me cry again!
Your music is so beautiful. Theres no need to feel pressured to release songs real fans will wait and be patient.
*Shalean Faniel* agreed, and if it is to make such gems, I can wait years!
100% correct there.
Really amazing.
Wow...beautiful and powerful song. All my friends are listening to pop or rap music, but in my opinion your songs are just perfect.
same
I don’t like either very much
Wow you’re so “special”
R/notlikeothergirls
I'm a rock / heavy metal type of guy mostly but i also like this type of music too (nice and relaxing).
Really nice song btw.
A very powerful composition with a lot of emotional themes that evoke images of both sadness and hope in an ancient world different from anything we know. Well done my friend.
Nice analysis bro
does that ancient world happen to be middle earth's third age?
:D :D :D :D [insert lots of awkward grinning here]
I like your imagery of this, I agree.
Reminds me of when Jamie Lannister charged Daenerys and her dragon Drogon. Loved that scene.
Blake Angiano same
After listening to this type of music, i feel like i wish i could hear them in any fantasy movies,dramas or series... These musics could have added extra specialty and charm to them
The strings move with so much grace... love it!
This song fits perfectly for my character in WoW! He is the last of his family, scarred by war, left only with his name and his father’s sword. Seeing only darkness, he sought light. Seeing his family and loved ones die, failed to save them... he now has nothing left to lose but himself.
This is the best song since Angel of War, one year ago. One of your best works, in my opinion.
I feel this music is speaking to me, narrating an ancient legend filled whith misteries. I have only to understand it's words.
Thank you, mr. BrunuhVille. Thanks for creating these dreams.
You're true man
2:45 GOOSEBUMPS..omfg that was amazing ♡♤
Adrian Von Ziegler and BrunuhVille are my true inspiring composers for the work I love doing. This is truly amazing.
I love the adventure vibe I get from these songs and the raw emotion as well. It's amazing
Another astonishing work of art by Brunuhville. Thank you for everything and I need to tell you from the heart, I've been to "Hel" and I managed to find my way back by you, your music. Music doesn't save life's but your art does. keep it going for me and everyone else here. Love you.
silazius Schnocks I feel the same ! 😭
keep going, the road may be tough but we'll just get tougher.
i wish you good luck and just remember this music saved you once it can help doing that again.
Damn!! I was so desperately waiting for Brunuhville's notification and here it is 😍😍
Flute portions are always my favorite part ❤
Parmar Irene as expected...so glad some of my people like this kind ok stuff
AMAZING SONG
Amazing. Just amazing. It's AWESOME.
It's music
Feliz por ter alguém português a fazer esta arte! Brunuhville, orgulho de seres português =D
I used to hate music and avoid it because it distracted me from practicing my prayers but I found this music actually strengthen my spiritual bond .. thank you
Maya Ahmed but what about times when you don't pray? Does music still distract you?
Myth Does Everything Yes most of the times.. when I had a distracted prayers my whole day will be distracted so I'd stopped it
I really like the way it just fades.
This song made me feel so many emotions at the same time. Truly one of my favorites!❤️
Good to have you back Burnuh.
very good
Now I'm gonna install surround sound throughout the whole apartment. Epic showers, epic coffee brewing, epic laundry!
EPIC BREAKFAST,LUNCH,DINNER!!! *insert epic man sounds*
Everytime when I'm listening to such a wonderful fantasy piece I'm like: What am I doing? Why I'm not fighting, running, plotting, just living a great life or dying for it. What am I doing on this planet? On this world? And... why?
Everytime when I'm listening to such a wonderful fantasy piece I'm dreaming of being someone else. Living a life... living a simple life, but still a great one. My life.
Thank you
Brunhville, thank you for your masterpieces. You inspire many and specifically me. You can bring something to life, a simple phrase, a simple melody can be transformed by you. Congrats, not many people can conjure up something like this and have it sound as breathtaking as this. I can’t wait to hear more!
This is the first comment I've ever written, but I really felt I should thank you. Your music is inspiring. I'm writing a fantasy series and need powerful and emotional music to first create the scenes in my head and later place them in paper. And basically, my book playlist is almost all of your music. This song is no exception. Thank you!!
The last of his name
who has flaws still faces the flames
World against his face death knocking his door
He has no fear for his is last of his name
No one stand beside them as all are dead
As war engulf them all he stands tall
Last of his name distance crying for help
No one is going spare and the world will turn into ashes
Let me pour my blood to the land before its dry n die
~Me (last of his name)
If there was ever a concert with a orchestra playing all of Brunuhvilles fantasy songs, I would do anything to get to see it.
the dragon in the background of the image looks like the male from Reign of Fire, the structure of the horns match almost perfectly as does the shape of the head and the position it is in.
Yes, i noticed, also the saliva chemicals creating fire as they mix
At the parts that were more emotional sounding I actually teared up a bit, this is a great song that can really paint a picture and make you feel emotions throughout the course of it!
This has to be the most beautiful song I've heard in a long, long time. Thanks!
This is probably my most favorite out of BrunuhVille's work so far. It's so solemn, so dramatic, and so catchy and inspiring all at once. The poems others have made for it really help too. I really love this. Thank you, BrunuhVille for helping me to feel the fire of music while writing my fantasy novels. This song is great!
Bro I wanna meet you ......you are literally killing the vibe and bringing up the spiritualily inside one.....it makes us feel what we are
Beautiful.
The rubble of his past was the constant reminder of what had been stolen from him, the billowing smoke of a home long ruined like the veil of lives since destroyed. His love, his kin, his land. The beast had taken everything, an uncaring giant who sought the destruction of what it believed unable to stop it. But the creature had never faced a man so dutifully prepared to die. The last of his name.
What if the song was about the dragon?
Fair
Beautiful illustration! That beast in the back is incredibly intimidating!
A wonderful song that I thoroughly enjoyed listening to! Your music never ceases to amaze me..... always powerful, emotional, and many times I close my eyes as I listen and imagine a faraway place full of fantasy! Thank you, BrunuhVille, for sharing another beautiful composition, I was so excited to receive a notification of your new work of art! :)
Sounds massive, love it!
He will bleed and fight and defend his empire until the last breath. And when he finds death, his name will no longer exist. For he is the last of his kind. But he will remain forever.
My thoughts :)
Epic song, thanks!
Alexias B. thank you for putting it this way! it made me have different understandings :^)
Gonçalo Mendes da Maia "Lidador" born year 1079, died in battle in 1170
This reminds me of Doctor Who
@ feels like flying
I always like to write my thoughts about it :)
What I see in the picture and what I see before my mind's eye ... in my imagination.
beautiful! people need to hear and read others' thoughts so please continue this way my friend
The best music i have heard so far.. A tale told by itself for our own imagination. As title says. A fantasy. Brilliant.
BEAUTIFUL. All Brunuhville music inspires me so much ❤
How can this be so beautiful? I can see every single note become a movie in my head, dramatic, sad, but also powerful and so intense. I had chills, so much that I cried. The piano and the voice at the end is just a little more perfection for this piece. Thank you Brunuh. I'm never disappointed by your music.
First BrunuhVille and then Peter Crowley! What a nice day!
You are without a doubt, among the most gifted composers out there. Your music inspires and lifts the spirit to greater heights. Thank you for your gift to the world!
Whenever I hear instumental music like this, the rhythm collides with my imagination ❤️❤️❤️
I’m immensely excited for this album to make its way onto Spotify. I’m 30 seconds in and already planning its spot in my “Favorites” playlist.
Welcome back, dude! Your melody is from another world, I'm sure! Thanks for sharing yourself with us.
This is one of the most incredible pieces of music I have heard in a long while; so beautiful...
This song is powerful ♡
Your music helps me heal the little wounds in my heart. For this, I cannot thank you enough.
it is so amazing! I'm crying
As you weep, The music weeps with you. :)
This had me in tears and I’ve kept it on replay 😍❤️😭
It's essence of fantasy in one song. Wonderful
I'm from Brazil, thak you BrunuhVille
Perfect song for a character in a book I'm working on. Love this so much
Powerful piece Brunuh! I do hope all is well in your life and I hope your taking care of yourself darling. If not I hope whatever is wrong leaves you alone. Enjoy your day 💙
Lord Apollo has gifted you. You clearly hold symphonies within your soul
That's incredibly beautiful
Great to have you back!
The picture reminds me of the episode "Spoils of War" from Game of thrones. Jaime Lannister facing a wounded Drogon. ❤️
Abhishek Stark Mukherjee But THIS dragon is far to be wounded...
I never mentioned this particular dragon is wounded, what I said earlier that the dragon in this picture is crouching in a way, that it looks like the wounded Drogon, but thank you, anyway.
Abhishek Stark Mukherjee Thanks to you. I only wanted to play with words.
You're Welcome :)
Stannis :(
these epics bring me to grasp as you feel the emotions one can not help but get chills and have their hairs stand on end
Plot twist: The dragon is the last of His name cause the human has hunted his kind as an act of genocide.
shuddup dont be right
I like this twist.
It isn't meant to be the dragon? lol
@humorlessclown It's obviously a wolf. Seeing the beast's size there are high chances that it's Fenrir from the Norse mythology.
Drogon 😭
*He was the last of his name*
And I loved this man...
He was the truth in a world full of lies....
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I love this picture, and the song
Waiting this for centuries
Finally its here!
I loved the style , the music, and almost everything here!
Hope I'm living in a world like this
we love your work Brunuhville, you are awesome.
This is a masterpiece. I don't have words.
Another amazingly beautiful song from you!!! Love it!! 😍💙💙💙
BrunuhVille, you are a God. Thank you for all the dreams you create !
A very good music continue on this way
BrunuhVille, The Last of his Name, and one of a kind. Thank you for inspiring our imagination with another great creation.
You've done it again! Beautiful work and I absolutely loved it!
Not to mention the fact I got to listen to this before it reached 1k views.
When all hope is lost, a hero will rise. Through many struggles, trials, and pain comes a journey, a path, a destiny. A man will become legend then myth. Stories of long lost battle between good and evil. When darkness roams the earth, many will rise up as warriors, fighters of freedom and soldiers of justice. Then arise a new hero fighting for the good of mankind. The rebirth of a legend, a savior…. AND A HERO.
Wow, it's beautiful Brunuhville !!! Thank you so much !
This music takes me far away from this hideous world into a land of myth and magic......epic awesomeness!
I remember you having worries about the content/theme of music and the times you post them. please continue to post music whenever you feel like it and wait until you're satisfied. that way in the end there comes out a piece which thousands appreciate while you're happy with it too
thank you so so much for this music !!
i hit the worst writer's block and listening to this give me new and amazing ideas !!
Génial merci beaucoup j adore 👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍✋✋✋✋✋✋✋✋✋✋✋✋✋✋💪💪💪💪💪💪✊✊👊👊
+ Teddy Wetz
sa musique est épique !
j'aime son musique ;D
OMG its been so long,but the wait is worth it. Dang good job BrunuhVille.
underrated af... luv your videos!
This song makes me feel focusing on my work. Thank you BrunuhVille for this beautiful music
I love this music 😌😌
a journey into an old fantastic world. With suspense, sadness, hope, entreaty, suffering, excellent film music! Thank you for sharing!
This is so cool!!!
It is really interesting how a single soundtrack can inspire you many story ideas to write about.
Thank God you're here with your music, driving myself into the world I absolutely love. Bruno you're my favorite ! Keep going with your amazing compositions, i'm sure one day it will be used in movies or games. You're amazing ! I always press like even before I listen to the video because i know it's going to be fire.
Been waiting so long for a new one so thank you for putting this one up! Can't wait to here more from you!
Even as not intended to, I just thought on Samwell Tarly from Game of Thrones with all the scene of the picture.
Glad to hear a new masterpiece from you!
Rousing to the spirit; enchanting to the heart.
Fantastic
Your music never fails to reach into my soul and make my mind soar.
Richard had dreamt of a field of white Roses, he plucked one and it turned red, and the rest followed.
He awoke with a face full of mud and an ache he had too little time to concern. His crown fell and slowly sunk into the mud, it was but too late as he tried to grab it. He raised himself up with the blade of his bent and chipped sword. His armour was dented and dull, the white rose of his house was as brown as the field he fought on. The men who follow him, the counts and dukes who swore him fealty, all run rampant, some fighting, others fleeing, all panicked. Richard was grabbed from behind, he spun to see a captain of his sigil.
“The battle is lost, your grace, let me help you to a horse”
Richard but stared at him, his deformed and broken face was as menacing as the deeds themselves.
“I have slain six Richmonds today, I will not turn down another” Richard retorted, pushing away the captain, who had turned into a sprint by the time Richard turned. Richard grabbed for the horse of his former captain and mounted hit, feeling a crack in his hunchback as he did. He raised his sword and charged into the fighting. Those still loyal cried in relief as they Ill-made King slashed and hacked at the red roses.
“Hail, hail. Hail me your king, now and forever. We shall perish the red rose from England, and let the purity of peace reign again under a white one, as it had always been” the men cried in tired enthusiasm. Richard knew the lie he told was so. “Then follow, let no Richmond carry on his seed from this day forward. To arms!”
The small retinue of mixed ranked knights and men-at-arms formed behind him on the hill, barely enough to for a unit fit for a king, but enough to enact his revenge. He saw the pockets of battle, and only one with Henry, fighting along side his troops as Richard did. Richard found himself almost admiring him, but it was either Richard or Henry, and Richard had made more difficult decisions in the past and came out alive.
The sun of England’s summer raised over the clouds, the armour of war glistening in its smile, and the shouts of all the Plantagenets before carried through the wind to Richard’s ears and mind. “Bring down your dogs of war, we will put them down, or take them with us hand-to-hand to hell!” He said with a furious cry, and galloped with the fury of war behind him, dust gathering at their feet, they almost seems to be wraiths marching to death’s blue eyes.
They crashed with screams of the young and old as lance met flesh, son met father, brother met brother. Richard felt a sting along his leg, but ignored it, he slashed his way through the thick mass of usurpers, his eyes flowed in fury, thirsty for the sight of Richmond himself. Each slash and hack was met with a similar slash and poke to himself, but he pushed on, letting his sword and shield answer their retorts. The men who had followed him had long fallen behind, dead or alive, Richard was alone.
There, he saw him, his hair brown and eyes narrow emeralds of envy. He had a thin face and poked nose, his armour was scratched and muddy, his own sword was bent with the blood of Richard’s own.
“Richmond!” Richard’s calling stopped the battle in its wake, all around, soldiers stopped and watched as the space between Henry and Richard cleared. “I looked for you”
“And you found me, imp” the men around them laughed, Richard felt his leg shake. “Where’s my crown, kinslayer?”
“In the mud of battle, worth more there than on your head, usurper” Richard felt his eyes droop as they became ever heavier. “Let’s end this war now, Richmond, let the Better man win”
“That wouldn’t be fair, your grace,” Henry mocked the limping king. “To fight a creature as vile as yourself would be considered hunting, not a duel” the laughter was fainted in Richard’s ears. “And besides, you look to have fought more than one battle today, hunchback” Richard looked down at himself, he was mor red than the rose of his enemy. His leg had been emptying on the ground beside him and formed a puddle, his armour had broken off and stuck to him where it did not fall. A dagger held in his hunch where he could not reach. A stepped to him.
“Let me help you” he said as he ripped the blade from his back, laughter erupted as Richard fell, landing in the puddle of his own life.
“You’re a broken man, Richard,” Henry said, somewhat humbled. “Let your last moments be honourable and content. Surrender England to me, and you will die quickly”
Richard closed his eyes, his hunch felt heavier than it ever did before. He thought of the last two years, the boys in the tower, his brother on his sick bed, the widow in his arms. The shady men of shady business visiting his quarters in the night with coins stained in blood. The countless heads of treasonous nobles. He heard the voice of his father, no... he heard the voices of all his fathers before, all the kings from Henry II to Edward III, all spoke at once, all echoed in his mind, all shunned him, all praised him.
“Let the lion awaken before the winter” they said in unison. “Let the rose be bleached, and the blood of England soak in it” they chanted. “Awaken the land of William, awaken the memory of Arthur, Awaken the spirit of George” they were screaming now. “Let the lion sleep, for when he wakes, he shall mount the world and claim it his pride”
Richard opened his eyes, sword in hand he leapt at Henry, his emerald eyes narrow as slits. He pushed down on the hilt of his sword, the blade was stained brown with dried blood, and it sunk into the mud. He held himself up with a leg as he raised the blade to Henry, with a smile of a fractured mind
“And so it begins” Richard said, smiling smugly.
“No,” Henry said, a sad smile on his lips. “Now, it ends”
As they came together in a crash of thorns and petals, a school of petals as white as the clouds against the sky, turning red as the eyes of death.
no words,but this music explains how the warrior was brave enough to face his enemies, an inspiring music
That looks like drogon at the distant. 💕amazing music brunuhville. Love it
I has no words to tell about . It is just like everyone else hope from you to give a fabulous one that you has done once again . I am your big fan and hope that all the people of the world be your fans 😍😍😍