SACRIFICE | Epic Sad Tragic & Dark Dramatic Orchestral Music Mix
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- Опубликовано: 27 июл 2020
- Track list:
Reach by Eternal Eclipse
Inferia by Eternal Eclipse
Mirage by Eternal Eclipse
Redemption by Eternal Eclipse
Dawn Of Faith by Eternal Eclipse
Born From Ashes by Eternal Eclipse
The Last Funeral by Eternal Eclipse
Bleeding Heart by Ghostwriter Music
Redemption by Ghostwriter Music
No Going Back by Tom Player
Reformation by The Illusory Alchemist (Riptide Music)
Farewell Life by Arn Andersson
Follow the artists:
Eternal Eclipse:
RUclips: / @eternal-eclipse
Facebook: eternaleclipse
Ghostwriter Music:
Website: www.ghostwritermusic.com
RUclips: / @ghostwritermusic
Facebook: / ghostwritercustommusic
Instagram: / ghostwriter_custommusic
Tom Player:
RUclips: / @losttrack
Instagram: / tom_player_music
Twitter: / tom_player
Facebook: / tomplayercomposer
Losttrack: losttrack.co.uk/tomplayer/
Riptide Music:
Facebook:
/ riptidetrailers
RUclips:
/ @riptideepicmusic
Site:
www.riptidemusic.com/
Instagram:
/ riptidemusicgrp
Twitter:
/ riptidemusicgrp
Spotify:
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Arn Andersson:
RUclips: / arnandersson
Facebook: arnofficial?...
Soundcloud: / arn-andersson
Artwork by WLOP
Image: www.deviantart.com/wlop/art/S...
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E-mail: gt.epicmusic@gmail.com 
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Judging by the comments it seems like alot of you guys have so many untold stories to tell and I really want to discover them.. please everyone, make your projects into a reality. The world needs it more than you could ever imagine
I will my friend, hope you like low fantasy medieval, cause that’s what it’s going to be. :)
@@aegnor2102 same xD Mine is a medieval setting, low fantasy, good luck 👍🏻
@@aegnor2102 ooh nice ! and thanks.
C'est bien le démago
Mais par où commencer ?
Tout le monde est un ange, mais personne ne devient guide..
Mais où te cache tu ?
C'est peut être trop tard
Thank you
"A million words will not bring you back, I know because I tried. Neither would a million tears, I know because I cried."
-Unknown
Emo bullshit
Hi I found your comment very very profound. Bravo
@@pagucostel2942 in a I am 14 and this is deep sort of way right?
RIGHT???
@@pagucostel2942Pagu, Thank you, i appreciate the comment🙏🥰 One of my favorite quotes for sure...💙💜🧡💛💗❤💚
@Beanbag nah its edgy emo bullshit
People say that social media is full of negative people, trolls, and toxicity...Clearly, they don't know that Music Compilations are full of wholesomeness.
So true 💕
There's always a balance
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The balance must be upheld
so true. im so happy that i found this community. really helped in my studies and writings
There's something about these compilations that just make writing for me so dang easy.
I’m reworking a novel and listening to this music puts me in the perfect headspace for it
Musical inspiration
Writing and music and art all deal with the right side of the brain. We are usually so heavily left brained in society, always dealing with logic, we usually neglect our right side. However, music stimulates the creative part in us. It sort of wakes our right brain up.
In order to cope with a difficult life I use science fiction fantasies as an escape. This is perfect background music as if Im making a movie in my own head.
Me molto bene sentire
" You call me a villain, yet the only thing I search is peace and harmony. You call me a monster, yet I am doing the true work of a hero. You call me egoistic, yet I am the one who will suffer and loose the most of all of you.
Believe me, I don't like this path either. I'm sure nobody would like this path. I didn't choose for this. Unfortunately it's the only one left"
What is this quote from please?
@@taylormeadows405 I made it by myself
I think it's beautiful
DAMN. That is amazing! It reminds me a lot of my own villain named Aichen, he is mentally unstable because of him being born differently from his parents. His father saw him as cursed because he has the brand of the Goddess of Darkness in his eye, so his father imprisoned him in his own home and tormented him mentally and sometimes physically. Aichen later murdered his father thinking it would give him closure, but instead from the years of imprisonment, he slowly went insane and developed a bloodlust. I would love to use bits of this quote if you don't mind, if you do that's totally fine. I love it! :)
@@oscargruber8582 This quote suits Lelouch PERFECTLY
If there was ever proof that we have a soul, it would be found with music.
I am with you on that one.
How does music prove we have a soul?
@@theanimehub2180 Nothing can prove that we have a soul, but music does make you think and feel in a way that makes you feel, think, and interact with your inner world, thoughts and feelings like never before, every song "moves" your inner world, different sounds create different meanings, though we cant prove souls exist, something incredible exist in all of us that takes music and turns it into more, it is yet unexplainable with pure logic, who knows maybe there are things pure logic alone can't solve, anyways this was just my random opinion on how incredible music is and also the human mind.
@@8EightMan
When you're a musician, the music takes different route. Very personal.
A proof is that we are capable of love and of God. The human religious instinct is a proof that we aren't mere animals. That's something you don't need a scientific research to prove. People are so dependent on scientists nowadays that they don't trust obvious facts about reality and humanity!! Guys, music not only touches your body but also your soul, the deepest of your story, your past and present and even future. Do you all think music does that to a dog? It make it calm but not hopeful. It makes it excited but not inspired. It can make it sleep but not rest its worries.
Our days are so immersed in confusion people don't know anymore who they are because they tried to discover it far away from Who made them.
The saddest thing, is realizing people have gone through worse than yourself. When you realize you aren’t strong or special, you’re just weak. You think you’re going through hell when the person next to you is standing strong despite going through something far worse.
Dont belittle your problems, i did that and it got me nowhere. Your ache is not invalidated by somebody else's experience, i promise.
I remember reading a book once by a psychologist that explained mental illness and such, and one experience he explained if his really stuck out. He was going on stage while recieving a very prestigious award of some sort, the man's life was filled with nothing but achievement. And yet, the only thing he could think about was wanting ti find the nearest shot gun ti kill himself with, even though he was literally grtting the trophy award of something he had worked so hard and ambitious for. Emotions sometimes don't make sense, don't let them cloud your judgement. Stay safe, much love 🤗❤
Except for that strong standing is usually a result of burying oneself knee-deep into the ground and staying there until they're able to *actually* stand, an then slowly walk forth.
There's no objective example of suffering, with which you should compare yours to know, if you really suffer and struggle. If you feel so - you do.
You're not strong. You're not weak. You are alive.
You're not that special, but through that, you're not alone in this. We all are alive.
Someone who handles with grace your kind of trouble, may choke on something you wouldn't even mind.
The things that crush you are a part of your being as much as your strengths. It's not a competition. It's just the way you are and someone isn't, and vice versa.
we aren't standing strong believe me. that's the mythos of tragedy. I found my son dead little over three years ago. People always hold me up on a pedestal as some kind of strong figure. I'm not. I'm a hollow husk, ready to crumble to dust. i'm empty inside, but people think i'm strong. I'm not strong. I'm weak. Trust me, there is nothing romantically heroic about tragedy, or those who live through it. That which doesn't kill us, does NOT make us stronger. It just makes us different. experiences change us and mold us in the person we will become in the future. Nothing more or less. It's hard to explain with words what I mean, but the point is. Do not compare your experience with others who you think have suffered more than you. It doesn't mean they are stronger.
@@Lonely_Moth your words ring true. I believe that is why we need to treat one another with respect, even absolute strangers. I remember one day I was at work and there was a storm blowing outside I mean, gale force winds and bitter cold rain. My boss had me go out and take the trash out (as I work at a Panera bread so I had to roll a bin out to the dumpster) and as I made my way out there, the wind pushed the bin over and the trash spilled out. What's worse, the garbage flew all across the parking lot and my hands were frigid cold since I don't own any gloves. There were a lot of customers in the drive through, but a man near the front of the line before the speaker saw me and pulled aside despite being the next to order. He immediately leaped out of his truck and proceeded to help me and together he and I got all the trash in the bin and he offered to buy lunch for me. I thanked him and told him that he didn't have to before he drove back towards the back of the line and I went back inside to thaw out.
Fifteen minutes later and I was doing dishes only to hear from my coworker that a man had paid for my lunch, no doubt the same one who had helped me. I felt so grateful to the man, i immediately tearing up. I was having a very bad day before that, but that one good deed had made me feel much better about myself and all stress abandoned me by that point.
I believe it is the small things that count, as those are the things we truly remember
I’d like to preface something, I’ve never had suicidal thoughts or anything of the sort. Despite that, I entirely understand why so many people do. It’s the moments you understand everything, you understand how little you matter, how insignificant you are in the grand scheme. I understand it better than most because I’m intelligent, because I can perceive the world as it is. Our generation suffers from this understanding of how large the world is, but also of how small our world is.
I’m a terrible person, and that is something only I know and understand. I don’t deserve the things I have, and I don’t deserve the things I pursue. But I can still show kindness, I can still help those in need, which is all I can do for others. I hate everything, but show love to everyone. I see things logically, but feel everything emotionally. I understand that I don’t know anything, but believe I do anyway. In the end, I understand only one thing and one thing only…
Myself.
I might be a wonderful person to those around me, but I often wish I wasn’t. Sometimes I wish I was just more selfish, that I stopped caring about everything. But no, I won’t, and I truly hope I never will. I have a crutch that so many spit on and think is weak, I use it because I need it, everyone does.
I see a lot of comments about how this music helps them write, and I hope all their projects come to fruition.
This music helps me when I'm drawing; it helps me focus on the expressions and capture the emotions I wish to convey in my pieces.
Dude finally I’ve been scrolling the comments for any artistic reference
Oh me too!!
In the beginning there was silence
Empty and alone
No warmth... no emotion
A void that envelops you in it’s uncomfortable stillness
Shivering and helpless it takes hold of the weak
But then a small melody awoke in the silence
Like a hand reaching out for hope
A small flame in the darkness
Longing for the indescribable rush of a chorus’s swell
One voice desperately wanting to be heard
Slowly one by one voices joined the desperate song
Like a wave, a hundred voices morphed together to create a beautiful symphony of sound
Until it became one voice made up of a hundred more
A roaring flame against the quite stillness
But then, out of nowhere
like a clap of thunder,
like the crash of a wave
Like a scream piercing through the air
Darkness reared its raging head
Like smoke, it smothered and choked the breath out of every lung
It crushed every beating heart
It ripped the hope out of every soul
And in one swift moment that light was snuffed out
That still small voice cracked and bleeding on the ground
It’s song buried forever in the black hole of time and space
Once again leaving nothing but silence in its place
Holy! that was amazing!
Happy happy; Joy joy!
That was ........amazing !!!
That was poetry.
WOW that is beautyfull!
0:00 Reach - Eternal Eclipse
2:35 Inferia - Eternal Eclipse
5:20 Mirage - Eternal Eclipse
8:15 Redemption - Eternal Eclipse
10:45 Dawn Of Faith - Eternal Eclipse
14:00 Born From Ashes - Eternal Eclipse
17:10 The Last Funeral - Eternal Eclipse
19:50 Bleeding Heart - Ghostwriter Music
22:10 Redemption - Ghostwriter Music
24:55 No Going Back - Tom Player
28:00 Reformation - The Illusory Alchemist (Riptide Music)
31:25 Farewell Life - Arn Andersson
@Luis your welcome 😊
Appreciate you🥰
@@seraphina3093 thank you, I appreciate you too^^
Thank the gods of love and sorrow for you
@@oguguaobidike9251 thank you very much :)
Chaos; it’s everywhere, but it isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Chaos is everything and everywhere. It’s good, bad, benevolence, malevolence, justice, vengeance, happiness, wrath. It’s the feeling you get when you love someone and the feeling you get when you hate someone. It’s you and me. It’s all everything. It’s always sad when people think chaos is a negative. Chaos is an encompassing term, i feel. It’s spheres of influence reign over all. People can just reflect certain parts of it more than others. Chaos is just everything in the circle.
Chaos and the unknown can be seen as the same thing by many... I have that chaos within... the flurry of ideas, concepts, insatiable thirst for knowledge, the unending self reflection, fleeting feelings and emotions, to be authentic while feeling and experiencing all of this... to become skilled at not one thing but nearly all things. I have so much of it within me that I need to have 4 creative projects, learn two new forms of art and to workout all at the sametime... and yet it can be seen as a disease. Hmmmm. I don't know what to make of it but I understand what you mean by chaos. I truly do. And I agree with you.
:)
After all, one of the first laws of thermodynamics states that all things eventually resort back to chaos
i feel like chaos is freedom. if everything is neat and organized it feels forced. it probably is forced. "But at least it is safe", is what i feel like people think. The problem is I don't like safe.. WE don't like safe. Where is the fun in that? Don't like the possibility of making mistakes and getting hurt and leaning on our own? Why must we be perfect and precise it perfect is sooo... un-perfect? Why not allow chaos in our life and for once not fight it?
In my opinion, there are chaotic emotions and peaceful emotions. Most happiness I'd say is filled with chaos, but there is peaceful happiness and fulfilment too. To me, tragic sadness and melancholy are more artistic because they are peaceful. Love can be mad and amazing and chaotic, however, love can also be slow and warm and peaceful. I am young and prefer the chaos too, but the peace is much more romanticised in society. That's probably why this is an opinion that's hard to get by.
"Too much blood we've lost...and too much blood we've spilled...and we won't stop until each and every blade is broken...just so that it can never cut anyone anymore..."
A man hath no greater love than this, that he would lay down his life for his friends. That he would hold that most precious to him, and let it go for the sake of those he loves. Let us never forget those who have traveled into the inglorious, howling dark, and never returned.
When I'm writing I love compilations like this, because sometimes a song will come that just resonates with you. Gets your mind going, the story flows with the song. For me, when it happens I stop seeing the page. I start to see the story play out in my mind, my hand on auto pilot, the story playing out across the page. However the downside is the story gets a tad rushed so you have to go back and iron out the kinks in the story. But it's a small price to pay for inspiration :p
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Wow i enjoyed this post because is how i feel when i hear the music. And ay final hou achieve the novel of your dreams. Maybe in the future i will dead your write. In my casé i finished my novel.
Wow i enjoyed this post because is how i feel when i hear the music. And ay final hou achieve the novel of your dreams. Maybe in the future i will dead your write. In my casé i finished my novel.
Ohh there sometimes errores, at.....you....read
@@annettecandelaria3422 your fine lol, I understood your message and it made my day :)
"I have to go," he says softly while caressing your cheek,
"Why? please stay, let's run away." you tug on his sleeve, trying to fight the tears. He winces when he sees your sad expression and embraces you tightly,
"I can't leave my king, the kingdom cannot fall, I must go and fight, I promise I will be back.." he takes a step back and kisses you on your lips as if it's the last time, he then looks into your eyes and with a broken smile says, "I love you."
He turns around and runs out of your chamber before you even have time to say a word, you can no longer fight the tears, you can barely breathe and your chest hurts, but you bite through the pain, you bite through everything and you run after him, you have to let him know.
You run through the lonely, cold halls of your father's castle until you feel the sharp crisp cold air bite your face, you can see him getting on a horse and getting ready to leave so you shout his name at the top of your lungs, he looks back swiftly as his horse is leaving, you quickly try to find the words,
"I love you!! I will wait for you! Even if I have to wait lifetimes, I will be yours!!" you scream as you watch him ride away into the night, your legs give out and you fall to the floor, sobbing because you know you won't see him again.
_-_-_-_-_LATER ON BATTLEFIELDS-_-_-_-_-
Blood has turned the field red, bodies are everywhere, out of thousands only a few soldiers are fighting, one of them being him. It's been many hours and his body is growing weaker and weary by the second, but he will not stop slashing his sword until all of the enemies are dead, he cannot stop for he would not be able to die in peace knowing he left his love in danger, he gathers strength for every slash by thinking about his love and his promise to her.
He wants to see her again, he wants to embrace her again, he closes his eyes and sighs before roaring to the sky and slashing his opponents head off, now there is only one left, he knows who it is, he has seen him before when the two kingdoms weren't at war. The two of them walk defensively in circles while wielding their blood-soaked swords, his enemy plunges towards him but he manages to dodge and immediately sinks his sword into his opponent's torso.
At that moment it starts snowing and he stabs his sword into the ground, he sits against it and closes his eyes for a few seconds and takes a deep breath before opening them again, his fight is over, only a couple of his fellow soldiers survived, but the worst is over, the kingdom has not fallen that day. Or so he thought, on the horizon, a whole fleet of enemy archers emerge.
He chuckles and closes his eyes again, his body is too tired, too broken to escape, there are too few of them to do anything. The archers get into position and fire their arrows, the sky turns black.
"So it's over, I'm sorry my love, for I have broken my promise."
The arrows pierce his body but he does not cry out, he doesn't make a sound, and he never opened his eyes again.
______2021, current time_____
You receive a message from a guy, the message reads,
"send nudes"
I like the plot twist
You roll your eyes at the message and block that number, too tired to even deal with this bullshit. You close the diary in your hands and look outside the window, it's already evening. The beautiful sky grabs your attention , the beautiful orange glow, the setting sun and the flock of birds, somehow calms down the thoughts that have been running wild in your mind. You close your eyes for a minute,then quickly glance around your room, the family photos laying besides your bed, your accounts books on your shelf, "so, that's it for the day, I guess! " you whisper, realizing that your little escape from the reality has ended, thanks to that stupid message. You get up and head to kitchen, ready to prepare your dinner. Since you turned 10,you have always taken refuge in your imagination, the imagination in which you are the princess, loved and cherished by everyone and especially the one, your knight in shining armor, your love. Why? Because you have been told so. Since you were young, you had always been told that you were princess, who would find her knight,the one who'd love her, cherish her and protect her for life. She would live for the bed time stories her mother told her every night, drifting her off to a far away land of love and beauty. Little her actually believed that she was a princess, and maybe she was right! Being the first and the only born daughter of a rich industrialist, she had the world at her feets. She was surrounded by the people who loved, praised her, had loving parents who'd do anything for her, until she turned 10 and her world flipped upside down. With the death of her parents in a car accident, everything changed, she lost everything she had and was adopted by one of a old maid. Above all she had lost her parents,the ones whom she loved dearly.The ones cheerful her turned silent. The maid was good, she loved her and provided her to the best of her capabilities, but could not make her go back on being cheerful again,for it was not just the death of her parents that had a made a grave wound on your heart but also the abandonment of her so called, family and friends, that had made you doubt love and see the selfish motives everyone had behind the love they provided. Slowly when she started healing from her loss,by the virtue of the old maid, whom she called grandma, her grandma died.
A tear rolls down your eyes as all these memories come flooding back to you, your hands that were busy chopping the vegetables, start shivering, your legs start shivering, you start gasping for air. Fortunately, your sister enters the kitchen at the right time. "Emma is having a panic attack again!" she screams to inform your parents, and reaches out to help you immediately. Sitting besides you, she holds your hand, rubs your back and guides you to exhale and inhale deeply, calming you down. You wake up to reality , realizing how you had got lost in living someone else's story again!
(First time writing a story. I don't know if it was a nice idea to change the plot from love to this instead.)
@ataxia804 Hope You Don't Mind I Wanted To Continue This.
Placing The Phone Back Down On The Desk, You Close Your Eyes, Trying To Bring Back The Dream, But You Know It's Already Gone.
Countless Times You Have Dreamt The Same Dream, Countless Time You Cry Out To Your Lover, Only To Hear The Clash Of Swords Yet Again. Each Time His Silence Tears You Apart Slowly From The Inside.
"It's Not Real" you Tell Yourself Each Time This Happens. "It Was Just A Dream" You Say, Knowing The Dam In Your Eyes Will Break, You No Longer Fight It, Feeling The Lost Of What Was Never In Your Heart.
You Look Out Your Window And For But A Second You Can See Him, In The Distance On Horseback, Nothing Departing, But Arriving, And An Arrow Of Hope Flies Through Your Heart As You Believe He Is Back.
Then The Prospect Is Gone As The Image Of Him Fades Into The Mirage Of The Heat Waves.
You Shed Tears For A Love That Never Was, For A Man That Is No More, Over A War That That Ended Nothing. The Grass Is Green, The Land Full Of Nothing But Cattle And Trees. It Isn't Snowing, But Instead It Is A Painful Warmth The Sky Emits. Closing The Blinds, You Lay Back Down, Hoping To Bring Him Back, The Only True "Man" You've Met. Hoping That Maybe This Time You Might Remain Asleep Forever And Find Him There To Welcome You Back Into His Arms. Hoping That Instead Of A Farwell, He Tells You, "It Is Okay, My Dear. It Was Nothing But A Dream, That War," Wipes Your Tears Away.
'' There Is No Suffering To Be Felt, No War To Die In, No Blade To Shed The Tears Of Countless Wives. I Am Going Nowhere, For I Love You, I Am Never Leaving Your Side." He Tells You While Looking Into Your Eyes Lovingly. Oh, Those Eyes. You See Them Only At Night, Hiding Withing Your Own Eyelids, But Yet Those Eyes, The Fire In Them, The Tenderness That Exist Only For You, You Live All Day, And Sleep All Night Just For Those Eyes.
Turning Towards The Mirror, You Tell The Stranger Looking Back At You, "I Would Rather Love Someone Who Doesn't Exist Then Lose Myself To What These 'Boys' Believe Love Is. I Will Wait For You, Even If I Must Wait Until Death To Meet You,"
(Sorry If you didnt like it, but when you put the "Even if I Have To Wait Lifetimes" I kinda had the idea of reincarnation, this being this girl above is the reincarnation of the Warriors Lover. And It's Actually Very Accurate. It Is Nothing But A Disgrace That Men Now Believe Love Is Nothing But Lying In Bed With A Women. Love Is Much More Than That. Love Is Being Blind For Everyone Else Besides Her/Him. Love is Feeling The Pain Of Lose, Even When They Stand By Your Side. Love Isn't Just Dying For Them, It's LIVING For Them. I know You Posted This Little Manuscript 2 Years Ago But It Is Still But A Wonderful Story To Be Told. I Am Unsure If The Story Is Yours, But If So I Hope That You Have Succeeded In your Suffering Over This, And If It Ever Gets Published, I Would Inevitable Read It, Over, And Over, And Over Again.
people say you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain. but i think when you become the villain, that is the time where you recognize your worth.
truly
Some say she was cold....
Some say she was cruel....
Some say she was harsh....
Some say she was a fool....
But they didn't know her story....
They didn't know her pain....
They didn't know her loss....
They didn't know her struggle....
She hid it away to keep the others safe....
So they could sleep at night....
So they could smile....
So they could only see the light....
She never wanted to fight....
She never wanted to lose....
She never wanted to grieve....
She never wanted to die....
I know her story....
I've seen her pain....
I knew of her loss....
I went through her struggle....
I'd say she was focused....
I'd say she did what was necessary....
I'd say she cared....
I'd say she was a hero....
....but she won't be remembered as one
This coment made my cry 😭😭
You are a poet :,)
@@mcandyxd3183 thank you!
What is this from? It sounds familiar
@@Overlysarcasticfox wrote it myself, actually I used this for a poem in English, the teacher thought it was pretty good
This sounds like Itachi from Naruto
And she was there, with the blade crossing her heart, she slowly started to lose her red glow until she was dark, she wasn't moving at all. Then with the little vital energy the prince had, he walked slowly towards her. Everyone, while being wounded on the floor, looked at him with sadness while he was trying his best to walk properly. While he was approaching her he said: "she just might be just one more titan of the royalty for you, but for me she is our light and hope, warm and love, sadness and fury, she was able to feel all that and you knew how special she was and her powers were and you were afraid of her so you took everything from her since the beginning and you left her to die, she is not the monster you tell other YOU are that monster everyone should be afraid of". When he finally got next to her he started to transfer the little power he still had as he said "People see don't see you as a monster anymore tera, so please take this and show them the light you really are as you were to me", after saying this he passed and felt on the cold ground, he gave all of his vital power to her. Little by little she started to glow red again, but this was a different red, this red was love, fury, sadness, fear, this red was life. The glowing was so bright no one could see anything for a moment, then when it was less bright everyone could see, she was standing there with her red eyes and all the wounds she had were healed. That is when everyone knew, the real battle was just about to start.
I was bored so I just write whatever came up to my mind lmao. English is not my first language so just ignore the grammatical errors :(
It's ok I love when people write stories like this 😉
._. Man, my story is nothing compared to this one.
BTW loved reading it, it was awesome.
This should be a book
Thank you for this story. As I was reading it, I could visualize what was going on and the music backed up the story!
Omg I want a complete story to that that is beautiful.
In war, victory
In peace, vigilance
In death, *sacrifice*
Wonderful! you're the person that understands the human's soul. we need more people like you in this world.
How much more needed ?
@@obed818 Enough to make the world a better place.
Erios gently laid the girl’s lifeless body to the stone floor, tears flooding his eyes. He can’t lose her like this again. His gaze turned to his brother, the one who had just killed his beloved as she sacrificed herself to save him
“What have you done?” His voice was soft but sent a chill through the air. He heard his brother laugh.
“What I promised you eons ago, Mortem. I promised to destroy you and at last I have succeeded.” He answered coldly. “And this time she won’t come back. Her power is mine!”
The playlist perfectly synchs up to the chapter of the novel I am writing. I reread it and the first 10-15 min fit perfectly!
Ooo, what’s your novel about?
I love musical inspiration, I use it all the time! What are you writing about?
What is it about?
@@queenvictoriann damn I come back here 2yrs later to see this whoops. It's basically about a girl who gets possessed by a dead god. There's a lot of world building but this scene reminds me of when Silva gets invaded and one character dies. They mourn and then flee but each song reminds me of a different part of that chapter.
@@queenvictoriann It's about a girl who gets possessed by an dead ancient god. The god curses her friend and now Emily has to find a cure for her. The only cure is found within special group called the Sanative, who can cure any disease. They just happen to be kidnapped by this one guy and to get that back, they have to do a peace negation but the guy wants to go to war instead 💀. It's super heavy on world building (It's over 600 pages) and this video reminds me of a chapter where Silva gets invaded and people die
April 12 2008. Granddad was in the nursing home. Asleep from morphine drip. Suddenly wakes up teary eyed stares right at me and says "take me home boy. I want to be in my home" passes the next morning.... 💔😢
“I loved you as family, as blood from my own vein shared in a lineage torn from our grasp. But where I showed my devotion in battle and strategy, you never did. You used me for your own gain, yet you called me brother. I was blind for so long; so desperate was I to be loved that I didn’t understand the layers to that love.
We were brothers once, you and I. But where I truly loved you, your love was of broken promises and thinly veiled lies.”
I’m gonna be honest, school is crushing my dreams. I’m crying silently, every night. It’s terrible. I’m convinced I’m a mistake honestly.
Don’t worry, your not alone. Everyone has been there, some worse than others, but there is always a bright side to everything and there are always people who can help. You aren’t really a normal human being if you haven’t felt anger and sadness and felt the need to hurt someone or yourself. And you are not a mistake. You were put on this earth for a reason. So remember that all this suffering your going through is going to end if you ignore the all the negativity around you.
I feel the same. School and work together are breaking the rest of my life apart. I can barley get enough sleep to keep myself awake, I never have time to go out and have fun anymore. At least we have this though. You are not a mistake, it’s not your fault what school and the world in general does to you. We live in a cold and relentless world. While we may hurt now, but in the end we will be the victorious ones in this world. Stay strong!
To my dearest friend,
Though time is strange and some say life is short, always remember the dreams were you could fly.
The feeling so natural so free and no worries to be found.
That my friend is how you will feel when you find a way to your heart.
Take but don't steel. Find before it's lost. Love when your enemies enclosed you.
Feel when it's time to move forward.
I work but trust me it doesn't get any better, stress, sleep deprivation, worries thoughts...... Yet, I keep going, and I do feel ya, felt the same way years ago, felt terrible, but somehow found a way out, and you can too, and a mistake? Nahh bro, everyone has a purpose
You’re no mistake. You are important and special. I don’t know you but that’s the nice thing about the internet no judgment because no one knows you. But anyway, you can make it through anything if you just try. School is hell, every night can be a battle and every morning can be a little too short. I know how you feel but we stay strong, and if this music doesn’t inflict that message and feeling I’m not sure what would
Stay strong you are loved and no matter what happens it will all be ok. Think to the future.
“I am melainia blade of miquella, and I have never known defeat”
I salute any brave soul who has lived to hear these words
Il dolore rafforza lo spirito! E forgia gli eroi! Nella potenza del❤
"The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it." John 1:5
Guys, just try to listen to this while you're reading a novel it feels so real just like if you were into that world
"you don't ease pain, you overcome it."
- klark kom skaikru
Had this playing in my ears as I took a bathroom break and let me tell you.... It's quite the ethereal experience!
Nice profile pic
I feel more alive, crazier, stronger with these songs. I feel I can do anything. Nothing! Perfect!
“If you dont believe you are the best, you will never achieve all that you are capable of”
-Cristiano Ronaldo
Hurt and pain. There's much to gain.
Peace and love. It's all the same.
Confusion and doubt. We're not without.
We weep, we cry. We plead, we try.
We laugh, we smile. Only to be hurt. By one last trial.
Life is a lesson,
So learn it well. Maybe one day
You can tell its tale.
This is going to be playing as I write one of the most epic scenes of my new book. Cannot wait.
I am also going to use this! The chapter in my fanfiction is going to be called Sacrifice or something like that. This music is so epic and ispires me to create! I hope your book will become something you enjoy! Good luck with everything!
im sorry
i wish i could stay
but i cant
you know how it is
so much pressure
everyone counting on you...
enough blood has been spilt already
i will be standing here waiting though
waiting for you
you will come right?
please come.
I dont want to do this alone
i dont want to be alone
please.
I love this music. I listen to Orchestra and Classical on special occasions, I never spoil it for myself. The music of today’s day just doesn’t connect with me the way this music does. It’s cheesy what I am saying, but people that listen to this music, they have this itch for epic stories in their head and this music intensifies it and inspires. When the climax of the piece commences and you get goosebumps. The music is deep and complex and up for what the listener wants. Not forced down your throat with forced narratives of things that just trigger excitement. Songs about vulgar and grotesque things, like killings and drive bys, and pointless hookups. Sure they get your blood flowing and its a great emotion but they just don’t hit the part of you that wants something elegant and complex. Like the complexity of finding the right girl instead of just going for a one night stand just to expuldge some shallow urge. Or the complexity of a true friendship, the ups and downs of life, its the story you make up and not the simple straightforward typical narrative of most songs now with one emotion instead of the whole spectrum of emotions. Cheesy but just saying.
Entreno con esta música épica, me hace despertar el guerrero que cada uno de nosotros tenemos dentro!
Time and hope is all we truly have left. And yet both drain, and keep draining until the end. When there’s nothing left. Our hope drains more and more, and our time is limited. But more limited than others. In the end, we learn to accept the pain, we learn to except that time has shaped us, and hope has brought us to where we are.
This is pure beauty! This helped me to purge a lot of pain and sadness.
me too moi aussi
This is helping me to cry and just free my feelings. Thank you .
Same.
There are only 2 true infinite things in life, chaos and hope. One cannot live without the other. Where their is chaos there are always people hoping but where there is hope there will always be people who want chaos.
How may humanity arise amongst the weak, when humans are the weak.
jump, crawl, walk, fly, through the emense darkness, trough bright light just to see me alone and lonley kneeling in pray, to see gray fade away before darkness consume me, bright light burn me...
“If you dig deep enough into a persons soul you will find enough sorrow to realise how human we all are”
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Non temere io sono qui davanti a te!
'Aum My Holy Lord God😱🤩
Tank you dear...🖤❤️🔥💔🙏🕉🔱
I am having a little break between my online lessons and I started listening to this compilation... I think that by the end of this I will have stuffed nose at least. Now I relieve every bit of emotional frustration and every tragic moment of film and a book I've ever read. Screams, cries, despair. Everything is heard here. Pleas, begging, more crying.
I'll listen to it once more, after the lessons, just to have more inspiration for writing. Thank you for this compilation. It's ingenious!
Edit: Yep. Got a stuffed nose.
Have you ever wondered how it would feel to die?
A stupid question, I know.
It is after all an age old question. One we all find out in the end.
.. I say the end but it isn’t really, it doesn’t feel final. It feels like floating. Like when you’re there but not. You can hear things, faintly feel things. But it doesn’t feel like you’re actually there.
To say it was peaceful would be all too true. So… why? Why didn’t I stay there? I don’t fully understand myself. I just knew, I knew there was something I needed to do, someone who needed me.
Mock me all you want. Call me dramatic, edgy, or strange.
I’ve made my choice. I’ve accepted the conditions. Once my face feels the sun, my feet greet the grass, and my skin is caressed by the breeze, I’ll be alive. I’ll be something more than I was.
I’ll be human.
Freaking beautiful
Just beautiful ✨
Fought in the core for 12 years, buried 5 of my friends, met a girl out of this world she died in a car crash on return journey from deployment, got married had three kids wife divorced me ptsd still lingered! Homeless, sofa surfing! No money-too over qualified for jobs! Wouldn’t mind only thing i want is peace. The music is fitting. 👍🏻
At first glance, the mural looked like Alduin Wall in Skyrim.
there is something about WLOP's artwork that gets me. I love their art of Yan, it's so beautiful, touching and just gets my writersflow going
This is deeply underrated. I wish more people could hear this. Gorgeous, wonderful music.
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"I think I'm going to write a book. The future should know the mistakes we've made. And recently I've been caused to know the value... and the beauty...
...of things that live longer than I do."
When her last bit of strenght was left, and hope seemd like it wouldn´t last any longer.
She fell to her knees, hard stones pushing into her, otherwise thick, skin - puncturing her with every tiny hard ledge. She felt cold, broken and so lost.
She tried to breathe but it felt like panic was crushing her lungs, the air felt sour, and hurt her even more.
Now that she realised, what had occured and what will be the consequences, she started to cry, tears running down her cheeks, leaving a salty taste on her lips.
0:00 "Reach", by Eternal Eclipse
2:33 "Inferia", by Eternal Eclipse
5:24 "Mirage", by Eternal Eclipse
8:13 "Redemption", by Eternal Eclipse
10:45 "Dawn of Faith", by Eternal Eclipse
13:58 "Born from ashes", by Eternal Eclipse
17:07 "The last funeral", by Eternal Eclipse
19:48 "Bleeding heart", by Ghostwriter Music
22:12 "Redemption", by Ghostwriter Music
24:55 "No going back", by Tom Player
27:59 "Reformation", by The Illusory Alchemist (Riptide music)
31:25 "Farewell life", by Arn Andersson
Thanks!
Faith isn't just religion or a something to believe in.
It is the fact of something true.
You have to make sure that your faith is put into something true.
Truth is hard to find.
Having a life full of joy, sadness, anger and madness, it's only the start. Peace comes from forgiveness and kindness.
If peace truth, then your faith should be of that of peace.
Peace, forgiveness, joy, pain are all on in the same. To be at your best, you must have suffered the most and still got up to forgive and spread joy.
Instead of war and revenge, spread peace and forgive those who wronged you regardless of what they did.
It's what they do that does matter, and if they waste that, well that's their problem. Not yours.
Don't waste your anger on someone who's only goal is make you suffer.
Show them peace and try to get them to be at peace and hopefully they see your peace. Your faith, your truth, your fact.
"You call me a villain, yet you do the same things as I. You lie, you steal, you *kill* And you see me worse than you see yourself? Darling, have you forgotten all sin looks the same in the eyes of our creator? Have you really forgotten our purpose as humans? We are made to entertain God, to put on a show. So why not make it an exciting one?"
-one of my original characters, 'Ada'
Where can I find the rest ? Are you on wattpad?
Same vibes as "if it's 1 or 1000 sins you are still getting sent to Hell . So why not go for 1.000.000 sins and come down here a legend" ~Satan
@@sb7615 not yet, but hopefully soon :)
@@athanasiospapazoglou7310 yeah!
🕊️✨bogăția de aur a sufletului tău umplut cu credință, va suprima nevoia de sacrificiu nelimitat, cunoscând puterea ✨🕊️Iertării și Iubirii 🕊️✨în Dumnezeul Nostru Atotputernic
“As I fall down this rabbit hole of torment, I can’t help but wonder, what life would’ve been like, had I been there, just 10 minuets earlier. I failed Mum. I failed you. I failed him. I failed me. This war we fight is killing us day by day. Day by day I sit in that tent, wondering whether or not I’m going to see my baby girl. I sit there making plans to end this war. I send my men into that hell hole, only to find their bodies returned to me, broken. Their faces covered in terror. Our enemy is of unparalleled strength. They are unbeatable, unwilling to surrender. The will they hold...its untenable. Mum I don’t know what to do. I sent him, our greatest warrior, my brother, in hopes of gaining just a mere foothold in their lines. I didn’t know what he was walking into! I didn’t know until my scouts had reported back to me. I tried to wait for my reports Mum, but my men were dying! I had no choice! I couldn’t just leave them there! When the scouts got back to me, I ran as fast as I could. I was stopped by a massive explosion. The Earth had risen up against me. The Gods no longer favored us! I got up and ran for my brother. What I found was... it was... absolutely horrible Mum. His eyes. The fear they bore. I can’t do this anymore Mum. I can bear the crown no longer. I am left with no choice. If I continue fighting, there will be none of us left. I already got a message back from those monsters. They want me. In return, they’ll allow all of you live. My whole life has been dictated by politics and schemers. Rogues and madmen. My whole life has been controlled by the actions of others. My life was robbed from me. My death...that will be mine. I am so sorry. I have a carriage waiting for me outside. Understand that they will torture me, and let all of you know what they’re doing. Don’t worry. Know that I will die a glorious death, whether I am bound to a chair, or free with a weapon in hand. Either way, I’ll go down fighting. I’ll be free. So will you.
“Sometimes all people want is love and peace, yet with love comes resonance and hate.. I have been cursed with a hatred for humankind, and I will never forgive them for the torment that they brought upon my heart... for The Poet has stopped writing..” -Me.
I felt this all I want in life is love and I give so much yet all people and the world do is send me nothing but pain and sadness I'm at the cusp of giving up and giving in allowing the darkness to take me to a peaceful nothing
@@darkspark5500 I understand.. it’s hard. But we can get through it together. ❤️
Don’t stop. People like you are the only humans left. Use the hate or torture that people send you way. Use the sadness and depression to make happiness and joy. Humanity needs you more than you think. You probably won’t do this but, sit back and watch the news. Watch the world and how it is in turmoil and if you are patient enough, you will see those that are truly human in their own way. Emotion is what makes us human and the best way humanity shows this is through music, poetry, books, etc. I beg you not to ever stop.
@@darkspark5500 you are looking in to many places. That is where most people mess up. Focus on the very few that show you love. If you can’t find any, look harder for them. They are there.
@@darkspark5500 humanity may be evil, but we still have hearts. Everyone has good!!
Thus I looked at the reflection to see the young girl, with a crown on top of her head. Her terrified visage reflected on the mirror and her eyes watered with the thought that ıt was only her now left alive to rule a kingdom she wasn't ready for. I stared at my hands as my knees hit the ground and sobbed with every piece I'd ever had shattered. The fate I couldn't bear, my worst nightmare had come alive and I was alone. This unbearable weight crushed my bones, leaving me breathless. I didn't know how I was supposed to survive without my family or without him. The only person who had held me together after they'd died had left too. Left me to listen to this immense symphony of pain, left me to die in the ice-cold. My tears fell on my hands one last time, and I listened to the symphony of pain again in agony. I took a deep breath in and heard my mother's words in my head like an echo amongst the notes. 'A Queen never cries, A Queen never hides, A Queen never dies A Queen only rules mercilessly.' It was then I realized the ugly truth. I'd lost the ones who kept me alive, only to die to be re-born again. If this was the fate I was given, I would change the world to my liking, rule mercilessly and listen to this symphony with a cold face. 'If this is my pain, so be it' I whispered to myself and stared back at the mirror. The face I saw no longer carried a visage of agony, rather was filled with anger and revenge. I wiped the tears off my cheeks, stood up and accepted the crown upon my head. Kings will die under my sword, and Queens will bow before me, If I can't have what I want, then no one will. My eyes filled with a bright crimson colour, indicating that my reign had begun. The reign of The Queen.
I know it's a lot to read, but I would really appreciate it if you did! please leave a comment about what you think of it as well if you can. Thanks!
It’s amazing! Tears came down my cheeks while I was listening to the music as well as reading your comment!
@@Meepborp55 omg! Thank you so much! I worked really hard on it. It was also written with this music ! 💜💜💜💜
This is beautiful!
@@Victoria-yf6be thank you so much !!! ❤❤❤
After listening to this , I am missing her more.
What I learned from this song is never take life for granted.
Music like this makes the story I read more vivid and the emotions becoming almost tangible
i put this while my d&d character dies, we cried a lot
Life gave us all something to remember, there is still hope in this broken world. To make plans for the next day is called hope, and only the bravest will survive. Keep fighting like our ancestors did.
the first one helped me ascend to higher life form
*I hope this is somewhat good…*
Time seemed to slow as Azora watched Sindarin plunge the blade into Kristian’s heart, watched as her love, her light, looked down at the thin lines of red that marked his armor like cracks in a piece of porcelain.
The shadowstone blade glittered darkly in the fractured light, streaked with lines of ruby crimson. Kristian didn't cry out in pain, didn't struggle, only hung suspended in time. Sindarin gazed into his dying eyes, a cruel smirk twisting his lips.
The midnight blade sang as Sindarin pulled it free, spattering the marble with alizarin tears. Kristian raised a hand to where blood stained his armor, looking up at her. For a moment she looked into his eyes, for a moment she saw all she loved captured in their cobalt beauty.
For a moment everything was right, then those deep ocean eyes closed and she watched her love fall, running towards him as he did, screaming his name to the sky above, hoping beyond hope that something could be done to bring back what had been hers.
His cloak looked like the night sky had been spilled across the marble, like the very stars were falling.
For her they were.
When she reached him his eyes were closed as if in sleep. She only wished that were true. She couldn't reverse the damage that had been wrought, no matter how powerful she was. Magic couldn't revive what was dead no matter how much she wished it could.
A pained sob escaped her as she took him in her arms, the ache in her chest growing with every moment that passed.
"You took everything from me," hissed Sindarin, "so I will take everything from you."
With those words he was gone, leaving her with the fresh agony of losing the one she loved. All consuming grief coursed through her like a raging river, tears spilling forth.
He was gone. Kristian, her love, her guardian, was truly gone. There were no second chances, not this time. No amount of power she had could bring him back to her.
Arwyn raised her head and let loose a deep, anguished cry, screaming her grief to the gods above, to anyone who would listen.
“Why did you take him from me?” She yelled, tears falling like liquid gems.
“Why did he have to die?”
Silence echoed back at her like powerful thunder, crashing over her, suffocating her, leaving her only with the hole in her heart.
With the agonizing truth she didn’t want to accept.
What do you mean somewhat good, this is a masterpiece
@@Tebtome thank you :)
I woke to the smell of smoke and the sound of screams. I had been sleeping soundly in my bed, but when I coughed myself awake, I recognised the screams.
It was my mother and sister.
Overcome with panic, I dashed downstairs without even throwing on a dress over my shift to see if they were alright. Perhaps it was just another one of those vivid nightmares, I was having them rather frequently as of late...
Yet a sinking feeling in my stomach told me that I hadn't imagined their screams.
Once I was downstairs, the smell of smoke was so strong I felt as if I were suffocating. I was suddenly very hot, and there was so much smoke ahead that I could barely see. Coughing, I stubbornly tried to see through the smoke anyway, but to no avail.
"Mother?" I called out, straining my ears, listening for anything that might indicate they were safe. "Elizabeth?"
No answer.
Trying to remain calm, I walked forwards, hoping that I was walking towards the front door of our cottage. Fortunately enough for me, I had indeed gone the right way, as my hand found the doorknob. I turned it and made my way outside into the town square, only to be met with a horrible sight.
Everyone was screaming and running as raging flames seemed to consume everything--buildings, animals, even people--and the smoke was even worse outside than it had been inside the house, somehow.
Children cried for their mothers and coughed on all the smoke in the air that was slowly filling up their tiny lungs.
Mothers frantically called their children's names, screaming hysterically as their husbands stopped them from running back into the flaming buildings to search for missing children.
Horses, dogs and people screeched in pain as they ran through the streets on fire, trying to outrun the flames searing their skin...
Somewhere in the distance, an abandoned baby wailed, crying out for help...
I couldn't believe my eyes and ears. I was trembling from head to toe, and my breath was coming in ragged gasps. How could this happen? This couldn't be happening. It's just a nightmare...
Just another horrid dream that feels real, but isn't...
I can't consider the alternative-that this is real and actually happening. This *can't* be happening.
It just can't...
"What are you doing standing there?!" a man yelled. "Run!!!"
Suddenly I find myself gasping for air. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. *I can't breathe.*
This is really happening...
This is real.
Terrified, but determined to survive, I do as the man says and run, faster than I've ever ran before.
I run through the village, skirting around people and animals on fire and lost children and grieving mothers because I know I cannot help them, and set my sights on the cobblestone road ahead.
After running for what feels like an eternity, the road finally seems to be getting closer.
"Almost there..." I whisper to myself, as encouragement of sorts.
But just as my bare feet are about to touch the cobblestones, something hard hits me over the head from behind. Someone cries out in shock, I crumple to the ground, and my vision goes black as the world fades away.
~~~~
When I wake again, the world is silent.
The screams of tortured souls have gone, the crackling and roaring of flames is no more, not even a single dog can be heard.
Just eerie silence...
I briefly wonder if I am dead.
It would make sense, since everything seems to be white...but then, why am I still breathing?
Soft, white powdery flakes drift down through the air and land on my face, getting in my eyes and hair. I blink them out, then try to sit up.
Why is it snowing in summer...?
But I let out a strangled gasp as I realise, with horror, that it is not snow at all.
It is ash...
Lots and lots of ash.
I look around me, mortified. The fire seems to have gone out, but at what cost?
There are no more houses.
No more buildings.
No more land.
No more horses. No more dogs. No more animals of any kind.
No people.
No life at all...
Only charred, black wood, the smell of burnt flesh and cloth, and white ash everywhere.
The strong and putrid smell of burnt flesh and cloth is especially strong by a burnt heap beside me, and I walk over to it with dread, expecting to see a dead dog or perhaps a mother that stayed behind to try and find her child...
But what I find instead is far worse.
My little sister's badly burnt and misfigured face is staring up blankly at me, her pale blue eyes staring off into nothing at all, her mouth open in a silent scream that will never be heard, because she is dead. My sweet little sister, Elizabeth, is dead...
I collapse onto my knees and cry out as tears begin falling down my ash covered cheeks.
*"NO!"* I scream, as a sudden stabbing pain in my chest overwhelms me. "You can't...you can't be dead! Elizabeth, wake up!"
I gently pick her up in my arms and cradle her face as more tears fall.
"I know you're alive, Lizzie!" I say desperately, sobbing. "You have to be! You can't leave me!"
But as my sister's lifeless eyes continue staring past me, I cry even harder.
"Lizzie, please," I beg. "Please...don't go...don't leave me all alone..."
The only response I get, however, is more ash silently falling from the sky.
*"THIS ISN'T REAL!"* I scream. *"THIS ISN'T REAL!"*
But I know that it is...
I just can't bring myself to accept the reality, that everything I've ever loved is dead and gone.
I cling to my sister's body and cry over her corpse for hours...which turn into days...
But once she began to rot away, I knew there was no use in crying anymore.
She was gone...reduced to ash...
Just like everything else.
With a heavy heart, I bury her just outside the town and place a flower--the only one that survived the fire--on top of her grave.
"Goodbye, Lizzie," I whisper, as one final tear slips off my cheek and onto the flower's petals. "I'll never forget you...I promise..."
>>This is the prologue of Til Death Do Us Part, read the full story on my Wattpad! It is not finished yet, but I am working on it. Here is my Wattpad: www.wattpad.com/user/AshCrimsonV
"I just like to say that I'm sorry for all the hurt and pain I've caused others over the many years that I've spent trying to navigate through life. I'm sorry for all the hurt , pain, sorrow , sadness and grief I've caused myself. I've shed the trappings my old life, and now I live with purpose. - Namaste
We go to the books to think about things other than the pain.
We watch films to focus on something else other than the pain.
With music, we can hear our pain.
0:37 I love the violin here
It’s feels like sadness drowning in Dark/Tragic
People say time heals scars. And they are right for most.
Some scars heal with time, with a loving passion, a true deep connection with others. They sought out for help and found a newly inner peace.
Some don't heal at all. They are infected with hatred, festering as time moves on. Leading them down a path that only seeks relief at any means necessary. Even if it means destruction of themselves or to the ones around them.
Some scars never bother them. Come as they go, day by day, living their life to the fullest. Even though, the scar left them in shambles, they learn to move on and on.
Some scars kill them before they hurt.
Mine never did hurt.
Just a little glimpse of poetry listening to 1 minute and 24 seconds of this masterpiece.
Enjoy ☯️
Sadness:
The time is near,
Death become a daily routine.
Blood turns to water,
Tears turn into trees.
The upside is rotten,
Reality is broken.
Hope turns to stone,
Anger awakens.
The sight of cries and screams of death,
Loss of breath is almost too unbearable.
Too out there to be poetry, sounds like soundcloud rapper lyrics
Music
@@Rorretheartrat239 I honestly don’t remember me doing this
I've been waiting for you. Called out your name so many times. I've been standing here for so long. Where are you? I know you're here. I know you can see me. I know you can hear me. Why don't you come? Why don't you save me? Why don't you call my name? I feel so alone... I feel so helpless... Please... Don't you leave me here! Don't you leave me alone! It's so dark down here... It feels... so cold... so empty... Don't leave me! Please! I'm so scared! I'm so damn scared...
(sorry for my bad english >_
you don't owe anyone an apology for the way you speak English, so stop apologising, or else you'll have to start apologising for sounding annoying from apologising too much.
He's right. Besides, it was really good
This is amazing! Don’t apologize for bad English because this was perfect
U had like one miss use , your English is in a great condition keep pushing and worry not about what people think , peace out
This is so much more emotional with medieval war ambience in the background.
Or scenes of war happening but without audio, just this music.
You think you can dictate good from evil? You think you are so above me that you are some god destined to defeat me?! You are human! Flawed! Imperfect! You are like me!! Though I can assure you I am nothing like you... I will not allow you to stop me... I will not let you get in the way from what needs to be done... I'm sorry... I truly am
Now ... THIS IS A GOOOOOOD COMPILATION... great job!
This is so beautiful and so powerful. I absolutely love it and it speaks to me. Thank you.
The moment you hear the chords and vocals slam you in the first song is a moment I will never forget, and a feeling I can’t remember until I hear this beautiful piece again. I hope god welcomes me with such a choir when I arrive to his throne.
my english is too clumsy .. that kind of music is linked with a sense of tragic
There is no God.
Its legit music when it inspires others to write. So props for inspiring so many incredible poems, and stories.
Best mix ever it helps me to keep my focus up and think about stuff that really matters in life
Absolutely beautiful you can just feel the emotions that the composer is channeling in their music
Mon Dieu, c'est splendide !
The Final Word this inspiration says is Anything couldnt kill you , makes you better , unfearable , and stronger than even you see to yourself , the hardest battle in the world , The Battle Of You With Yourself (Fighting Inner Demons, Oppurtunties, Fear..)
In this greatness moment i Promise to myself , soon i back to this day and see myself typing and reading by myself, Those day I got 2 Mood , Happy or body of mad regrets
Sorry if my english is bad ..
It is crazy impressive how you managed to package a 1 hour mix into 38 minutes. 😶
There's no good and bad people in this world...only people who make mistakes...
life is made of darkness.
light can't turn on the dark, it is only a palliative, a mere joke of man.
once the light bulb goes out, the only one who can see into the darkness is you.
you can decide to be afraid, freeze, run away, but it will chase you forever.
otherwise you can decide to dive in and find out what is hidden in the dark.
Maybe you'll find the end, or maybe you'll find the beginning, but if you don't try, you'll never find out.
this means sacrifice.......your sacrifice!!
"How many have relied in hope, and how many will do, when hope never stopped a bullet"
The Most Beautiful Soundtrack to a movie that hasnt been made, i hear Goldsmith, Williams, Zimmer...its a long list
Perfect for writting epic scenes.
It was me. I was the problem. My gullibility turned out to be a weapon. My depression an attack. A poison that quickly spread and destroyed all those around me. The flies can sense my dying soul and constantly flock to me.
"I've spent half my life on the battlefield. But I've seen too many people die where they should've been safe. This isn't right. It never was. It's driven by lust for power, by those who will never suffer like we did. And I was stupid not to realize sooner. We aren't bringing freedom like they were telling us. Only suffer and pain.
I'll see it ends today. Even if it costs me everything."
I finally got a chance to watch the movie "Atonement" for the first time. When I finished watching it, I started playing this where I had it paused, in the song at 5:20 and it was like wow... That song fits it so perfectly. Such a beautiful and sad movie.
Thank you for the inspirational content of this music it takes CREATING TO THE NEXT LEVEL !!
"Why? Why is it always me? When is it someone else's turn to sacrifice everything?! Why can't we just lose?!"
This is the soundtrack of the redemption/rise arch for my life story. Here I go again world, I've been through your horrors but I thank you for that, you have turned me invincible...
Thanks for this compilation.❤
Está recopilación es increíble