The fallen doesn't care too much about being remembered, what they truly want is that their legacy and energy be kept as a flame passed from one to others so their sacrifice won't be lost in the sands of time so It will be an ember ready to ignite a new fire when needed
"Battle of the Fallen" She sat there. Staring into the space of existence Looking around her All she saw were her fallen brothers and sisters Who fought to their deaths Then she realized, thought to herself Am I the only one left? She fought to keep shock from over taking her With her hands covering up a knife wound ripped across her belly, bleeding slowly Then she looked up to the sky At God and said Who will remember me this day? These fallen? You? I followed you as you asked You never said, I would be the only one to survive I walked in faith Bravely I fought the fight She crinkled her forehead, angered Suddenly she was overwhelmed by a Spirit that motivated her to stand up Then she looked down and saw one foot walking in front of the other Right then, she knew That she had to get back, so that those who died here would not die in vain, unknown She will go back and tell her people So the world will forever remember this day These brothers. These sisters Who fought, so freedom could live on As smoke lifted from each burning building Suffocating the air Flames still ignited She turned and gave one last look and said It will be me, who will remember the fallen And the world will too Because I will live on and tell the story of what happened here Heroes they will all be Forever they will be remembered And from there She disappeared into the night Two thousand years later A teacher stood in front of an auditorium of students And asked them all turn to Chapter 1 so they could begin reading... The Battle of the Fallen
The solider fell down, clutching the arrow that lodged in his chest. Tamynn ran up and crouched by his fallen comrade. "Who will remember me? Who will rememberthe fallen?" The man whispered. Tamynn recognized the man as one of those who lost his family that ravaged the world. "I will remember you, Varus." Tamynn told him, kneeling by his side. The solider looked up. "I will pass on your story. Many will be, today, but you will not be forgotten." "Thank you sir." Varus said quietly, a small smile came over his face as he took his final breath. Tamynn, who knew he may not make it, went back into the battle, in hopes that this battle would help this war be over. So no more soldiers like him or Varus would be forgotten 100 years later, children learned in school about the army that was wiped out, but bought their allies time to regroup against the onslaught of the southlands. 1 man, by the name of Taymnn was the only one who had survived the battle, but had died from wounds soon after recounting the battle to the generals of the mountains. Now the memory of soldiers are sacred. Now the fallen are not forgotten.
Who will remember our fallen ? ... why everyone ... their loved ones sons daughters mothers and fathers and their lovers ... we remember them for their courage to brave the darkness .. we remember the hope they gave us .. so to ask who will remember the fallen .. it's the generations of those they helped that will remember
Part 15 Mordacin had to break away from the fighting more and more often to make sure everyone was in position. "Tell the Frostfell 308th to scatter, lure their foes into the primary killbox, then close ranks again. Darhir, take your men to the south gate and make sure no enemies pass through. Buy however much time you can. Where's Donatio?" "Rallying the guardsmen and the remnants of his 6th company at the eastern wall." "I want a runner to ask him, or whoever he left in charge of logistics, if they need anything. Spirits willing, he does not need manpower. Where are we on the tank regiments?" "Cavalry is ready to move at your orders, Lord-Captain. Few battle cannons should send those heretics back over the wall." "Get to it then-" He was interrupted by a runner. The boy was out of breath and he was bleeding from several wounds, but he didn't collapse until he had handed his missive to Mordacin. Not one of his subordinates. "For the Lord of the 5th. His eyes only." "Very well. Someone get this man a place to sleep and someone to look at his wounds." As he spoke, he took the letter from the youth. Not many people that lived on the Thirty Planets used parchment. As he opened and read the letter, a wry smile formed on Mordacin's lips. "Get the gunships in the air. I want them to distract any enemy aircraft still in the sky. Keep them off the western wall." "As you wish, Lord." "And get the artillery firing again. Friendly fire is to be avoided if possible, but if the enemy is about to break through, anything goes. Trade every life of ours for ten of the enemy, and we'll see how far they get." Darhir took him aside for a moment. "The letter?" "From high command." "And?" "A relief effort is being set up as we speak. At least two Executioners have been dispatched here to aid us. That said, we are to let the enemy conduct their ritual." "All according to plan then?" "It would seem so. A little hope for the future, so that our comrades may not have fallen in vain." "And what if the battle at Uriel's Rest is as hopeless as our own struggle?" "Then the fleet will take over. The Lord Inquisitor is planetside with the Lord of Last Light, to discuss Exterminatus measures if all else fails. Either way our fate is with Adraxia, in triumph or death." Donatio felt another pang of pain as his wounds took their toll. Any other man would have weakened by now, even one of his brothers. But he was not any other man. He was the Lord of the 6th, and that meant that even as his armour was stained red with his own blood, he stood tall, placing shot after shot into the horde of traitors and heretics that were headed his way. It had been hours since he had resolved himself to hold this wall section, and he did just that. Alone at first, as the terrified humans just stared in horror. That had been until their major started yelling at them. "Are you frightened children, or soldiers of the Imperial Guard?! Get in line, or Emperor help me, I will call Ferron here myself to shoot the lot of you." Some soldiers had been faster to react to her harsh words than others. Most of the reluctant soldiers could be recognised by their green uniforms, denoting them as former members of the Jade Dragoons. They hailed from a world commonly known as Allorin IV, though they themselves called it by another name. The world itself was rather... patriarchal in nature. They adhered to strict societal roles, and to break from that was considered a form of blasphemy. It had led to issues in the past, which Donatio had regarded as trifles at the time. Now it merely annoyed him. To ignore the commands of a superior officer was unwise, even more so when there was a Blade on the field to lend that officer's voice more authority. "There is no need for your commissar, major Abrish. A will deal with any insubordination with the same fury I would any foe of mankind." He turned to the men in their green uniforms. "Now form a firing line." He hadn't raised his voice. He hadn't even moved all that much, except to keep placing his shots as he spoke. Yet to the humans around him, Donatio had been more terrifying now than when he had torn the enemy apart with all the ferocity he could muster. The plan was progressing steadily. The Rotmarked was pleased with the situation as he saw it. "Vyrulon, in your opinion, where would be the easiest place to push into the Bastion?" "I am not sure. There is rumours of an enemy psyker at the north gates, so that's not it. West seems the most vulnerable, if our observations still hold merit." "A psyker?" "A Librarian Dreadnought. He's allegedly turned several squads to ashes already." "Interesting. Keep me informed of the situation, in the meantime, I will observe the western wall for myself." He motioned to the two squads of Deathshroud Terminators behind him. "Bring the relics. If the place is suitable, the ritual shall begin."
I gaze appon you my brothers those who stand with me as they approach our enemies, the guiding light of terra fades, as our brothers die out there amidst the stars ..... BUT WE WILL NOT FALTER FOR ONLY IN DEATH DOSE DUTY END AND WE REMEMBER THE FALLEN HEROS LORD'D IN THE HALLS OF HOLY TERRA, NOW MY BROTHERS WE WILL BE THE IMPERIUMS LIGHT THAT SHINES BRIGHTEST ! *A CLATTERING OF SHIEDS TO THE GROUND* WE ARE NOT BROKEN , FOR THE FALLEN!, FOR THE IMPERIUM FOR THE EMPEROR!
Wow, this is an incredible set of tracks. So full of wonder and inspiration! They bring to mind heading out into the great unknown of space, not quite knowing what you’ll find, be it new worlds, new life forms, or something completely unthought of before. Yet knowing that no matter what , the journey will be unforgettable. Sublime job, David!
I remember all of my homie that got defeated by the nut devil,tears won't stop coming from my eyes You may lose for now but as long as you still have the will to try, victory will be yours
The battlefield, your ganderlings' blood scattered. Heat burns across the landscape as far as your gaze witnessed. The war is still fresh. It is still in full wake yet you are exhausted. Conflict, war, death. The cycle repeats. The world have no mercy toward its children. You're thinking the world is beyond redemption. It does not deserve one... The temperature rose. It is dry... So dry... Too dry... The flames has caught upon you. Escape is futile. You can't to begin with. Your armor began to scorches you. It burns. You feel like your blood is boiling... It boils.... Rising... Felt like you will explode... Like mercury rising in a thermometer.... Too much, it'll crack It is burning you. It hurts... You know you're dying... Slowly. You've opened your front door, waiting, for death to greet you. "What have I accomplished?" "This is the end?" "What's the purpose of all this?" Your thoughts lingers.... It is dawn. You've fought for an entire night. You don't even realised. Gaze upon it.... It is the last morning star you'll see
The fallen is never forgotten, the most important thing to God is your soul, it lives on and on, just in different levels. It's all about the path you want to take, you have freedom to choose your own path. If you don't your already working for God as a witness and will rise up again later on. 100% not forgotten. Perpetual worlds take team work and God's helpers, all the new 103 planets have the same new model system. Just saying ! Anyway nice music works.
These songs are the perfect accompaniment to the throne of glass books... Massively enhances the reading experience of an already fantastic novella series. Thank you!
MORNING STAR?????? WHAT??????? WHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! CHRISTMAS COMES EARLY!!!!!!! My David Chappell in THREE BREATHTAKINGLY GORGEOUS TRACKS - I almost can't take it!!! THEY ARE SOOOOOO FREAKIN GOOD!!!!!! It literally doesn't matter, what he puts out there - ALL OF IT is SIMPLY FANTASTIC!!!! This is really the TRUTH!!! There is not one track by this composer which doesn't HIT ALL THE FEELS!!! Which doesn't shake you up all the way to the bone!!! HE. IS. ABSOLUTELY. EPIC!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH EMW!!!! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
This summer… the Decepticons will take control of humanity… However, the is hope… The rescue of The Autobots towards the human race, The fight is yet to see soon!
A soldier sits against the rocky wall. Her sword beside her and she takes a sigh of relief. "We won." Her comrade remarks, looking at the body of the enemy the group had sworn to fight. "But at what cost? Look around you, we may have won but our fallen comrades aren't here to celebrate. And in the end, no one will remember them. No song, no story. Who will remember them?" She began to tear up. The weight of the loss of her fallen comrades had clearly began to effect her once the adrenaline was gone. The other soldier took a deep breath, stabbed his sword into the ground and walked to her. "We will." He looked on to his fellow surviving allies. "From this day on, none of us will forget our fallen brethren. We'll drink to their sacrifice, we'll live on in honor of them and we will be the ones who tell their stories but not of how they died. No, but how they lived." He reached out a hand to help her up. "It's the least we can do."
I alone will remember this world's fallen heroes, I will even remember this world's Fallen Warriors because if no one remembers them did they truly exist.
YOU DIDN'T FALL, I SPOKE YOU HALF WAY TO EXISTENCE. THE WARRIOR VOICE YOU HEARD WAS THE KING OF HEAVEN, GOLDEN WITH RED FLASHES, IN THE SNOW, 4,000 SOME FEET UP HIGH, ADONAI EL SHADDAI WAS THE NAME YOU HEARD ON EARTH, THE WIND BLEW LIKE NEVER BEFORE, THIS IS WHY YOU ARE HERE NOW. 🤴🏻⚔️🩸🧬🏝️🌅🏞️🌄7️⃣👁️🗨️🔲🔘🔳
"Battle of the Fallen" She sat there. Staring into the space of existence Looking around her All she saw were her fallen brothers and sisters Who fought to their deaths Then she realized, thought to herself Am I the only one left? She fought to keep shock from over taking her With her hands covering up a knife wound ripped across her belly, bleeding slowly Then she looked up to the sky At God and said Who will remember me this day? These fallen? You? I followed you as you asked You never said, I would be the only one to survive I walked in faith Bravely I fought the fight She crinkled her forehead, angered Suddenly she was overwhelmed by a Spirit that motivated her to stand up Then she looked down and saw one foot walking in front of the other Right then, she knew That she had to get back, so that those who died here would not die in vain, unknown She will go back and tell her people So the world will forever remember this day These brothers. These sisters Who fought, so freedom could live on As smoke lifted from each burning building Suffocating the air Flames still ignited She turned and gave one last look and said It will be me, who will remember the fallen And the world will too Because I will live on and tell the story of what happened here Heroes they will all be Forever they will be remembered And from there She disappeared into the night Two thousand years later A teacher stood in front of an auditorium of students And asked them all turn to Chapter 1 so they could begin reading... The Battle of the Fallen
The fallen doesn't care too much about being remembered, what they truly want is that their legacy and energy be kept as a flame passed from one to others so their sacrifice won't be lost in the sands of time so It will be an ember ready to ignite a new fire when needed
"Battle of the Fallen"
She sat there.
Staring into the space of existence
Looking around her
All she saw were her fallen brothers and sisters
Who fought to their deaths
Then she realized, thought to herself
Am I the only one left?
She fought to keep shock from over taking her
With her hands covering up a knife wound ripped across her belly, bleeding slowly
Then she looked up to the sky
At God and said
Who will remember me this day? These fallen?
You?
I followed you as you asked
You never said, I would be the only one to survive
I walked in faith
Bravely I fought the fight
She crinkled her forehead, angered
Suddenly she was overwhelmed by a Spirit that motivated her to stand up
Then she looked down and saw one foot walking in front of the other
Right then, she knew
That she had to get back, so that those who died here would not die in vain, unknown
She will go back and tell her people
So the world will forever remember this day
These brothers. These sisters
Who fought, so freedom could live on
As smoke lifted from each burning building
Suffocating the air
Flames still ignited
She turned and gave one last look and said
It will be me, who will remember the fallen
And the world will too
Because I will live on and tell the story of what happened here
Heroes they will all be
Forever they will be remembered
And from there
She disappeared into the night
Two thousand years later
A teacher stood in front of an auditorium of students
And asked them all turn to Chapter 1 so they could begin reading...
The Battle of the Fallen
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❤
Amen
Epic World Music. Can you pin this please for more exposure?
The solider fell down, clutching the arrow that lodged in his chest. Tamynn ran up and crouched by his fallen comrade. "Who will remember me? Who will rememberthe fallen?" The man whispered. Tamynn recognized the man as one of those who lost his family that ravaged the world. "I will remember you, Varus." Tamynn told him, kneeling by his side. The solider looked up. "I will pass on your story. Many will be, today, but you will not be forgotten."
"Thank you sir." Varus said quietly, a small smile came over his face as he took his final breath. Tamynn, who knew he may not make it, went back into the battle, in hopes that this battle would help this war be over. So no more soldiers like him or Varus would be forgotten
100 years later, children learned in school about the army that was wiped out, but bought their allies time to regroup against the onslaught of the southlands. 1 man, by the name of Taymnn was the only one who had survived the battle, but had died from wounds soon after recounting the battle to the generals of the mountains. Now the memory of soldiers are sacred. Now the fallen are not forgotten.
Who will remember our fallen ? ... why everyone ... their loved ones sons daughters mothers and fathers and their lovers ... we remember them for their courage to brave the darkness .. we remember the hope they gave us .. so to ask who will remember the fallen .. it's the generations of those they helped that will remember
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"Who will remember the fallen?"
The ones they fought for, the ones they died for and the ones who fought with them as they made their final stand.
Part 15
Mordacin had to break away from the fighting more and more often to make sure everyone was in position.
"Tell the Frostfell 308th to scatter, lure their foes into the primary killbox, then close ranks again. Darhir, take your men to the south gate and make sure no enemies pass through. Buy however much time you can. Where's Donatio?"
"Rallying the guardsmen and the remnants of his 6th company at the eastern wall."
"I want a runner to ask him, or whoever he left in charge of logistics, if they need anything. Spirits willing, he does not need manpower. Where are we on the tank regiments?"
"Cavalry is ready to move at your orders, Lord-Captain. Few battle cannons should send those heretics back over the wall."
"Get to it then-"
He was interrupted by a runner. The boy was out of breath and he was bleeding from several wounds, but he didn't collapse until he had handed his missive to Mordacin. Not one of his subordinates.
"For the Lord of the 5th. His eyes only."
"Very well. Someone get this man a place to sleep and someone to look at his wounds."
As he spoke, he took the letter from the youth. Not many people that lived on the Thirty Planets used parchment. As he opened and read the letter, a wry smile formed on Mordacin's lips.
"Get the gunships in the air. I want them to distract any enemy aircraft still in the sky. Keep them off the western wall."
"As you wish, Lord."
"And get the artillery firing again. Friendly fire is to be avoided if possible, but if the enemy is about to break through, anything goes. Trade every life of ours for ten of the enemy, and we'll see how far they get."
Darhir took him aside for a moment.
"The letter?"
"From high command."
"And?"
"A relief effort is being set up as we speak. At least two Executioners have been dispatched here to aid us. That said, we are to let the enemy conduct their ritual."
"All according to plan then?"
"It would seem so. A little hope for the future, so that our comrades may not have fallen in vain."
"And what if the battle at Uriel's Rest is as hopeless as our own struggle?"
"Then the fleet will take over. The Lord Inquisitor is planetside with the Lord of Last Light, to discuss Exterminatus measures if all else fails. Either way our fate is with Adraxia, in triumph or death."
Donatio felt another pang of pain as his wounds took their toll. Any other man would have weakened by now, even one of his brothers. But he was not any other man. He was the Lord of the 6th, and that meant that even as his armour was stained red with his own blood, he stood tall, placing shot after shot into the horde of traitors and heretics that were headed his way.
It had been hours since he had resolved himself to hold this wall section, and he did just that. Alone at first, as the terrified humans just stared in horror. That had been until their major started yelling at them.
"Are you frightened children, or soldiers of the Imperial Guard?! Get in line, or Emperor help me, I will call Ferron here myself to shoot the lot of you."
Some soldiers had been faster to react to her harsh words than others. Most of the reluctant soldiers could be recognised by their green uniforms, denoting them as former members of the Jade Dragoons. They hailed from a world commonly known as Allorin IV, though they themselves called it by another name.
The world itself was rather... patriarchal in nature. They adhered to strict societal roles, and to break from that was considered a form of blasphemy. It had led to issues in the past, which Donatio had regarded as trifles at the time.
Now it merely annoyed him. To ignore the commands of a superior officer was unwise, even more so when there was a Blade on the field to lend that officer's voice more authority.
"There is no need for your commissar, major Abrish. A will deal with any insubordination with the same fury I would any foe of mankind."
He turned to the men in their green uniforms.
"Now form a firing line."
He hadn't raised his voice. He hadn't even moved all that much, except to keep placing his shots as he spoke. Yet to the humans around him, Donatio had been more terrifying now than when he had torn the enemy apart with all the ferocity he could muster.
The plan was progressing steadily. The Rotmarked was pleased with the situation as he saw it.
"Vyrulon, in your opinion, where would be the easiest place to push into the Bastion?"
"I am not sure. There is rumours of an enemy psyker at the north gates, so that's not it. West seems the most vulnerable, if our observations still hold merit."
"A psyker?"
"A Librarian Dreadnought. He's allegedly turned several squads to ashes already."
"Interesting. Keep me informed of the situation, in the meantime, I will observe the western wall for myself."
He motioned to the two squads of Deathshroud Terminators behind him.
"Bring the relics. If the place is suitable, the ritual shall begin."
here we go again 😎
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I gaze appon you my brothers those who stand with me as they approach our enemies, the guiding light of terra fades, as our brothers die out there amidst the stars ..... BUT WE WILL NOT FALTER FOR ONLY IN DEATH DOSE DUTY END AND WE REMEMBER THE FALLEN HEROS LORD'D IN THE HALLS OF HOLY TERRA, NOW MY BROTHERS WE WILL BE THE IMPERIUMS LIGHT THAT SHINES BRIGHTEST !
*A CLATTERING OF SHIEDS TO THE GROUND*
WE ARE NOT BROKEN , FOR THE FALLEN!, FOR THE IMPERIUM FOR THE EMPEROR!
Wow, this is an incredible set of tracks. So full of wonder and inspiration! They bring to mind heading out into the great unknown of space, not quite knowing what you’ll find, be it new worlds, new life forms, or something completely unthought of before. Yet knowing that no matter what , the journey will be unforgettable.
Sublime job, David!
I remember all of my homie that got defeated by the nut devil,tears won't stop coming from my eyes
You may lose for now but as long as you still have the will to try, victory will be yours
David Chappell é perfeito!!! Cada melodia divina, com poder de nos teletransportar!! Que sensação incrível é escutar as musicas dele!!!❤❤
So peaceful. So beautiful
this artwork for some reason gave me chills but it's absolutely stunning, accompanied by such an amazing set 👌👌👌
The battlefield, your ganderlings' blood scattered. Heat burns across the landscape as far as your gaze witnessed. The war is still fresh. It is still in full wake yet you are exhausted.
Conflict, war, death. The cycle repeats. The world have no mercy toward its children. You're thinking the world is beyond redemption. It does not deserve one...
The temperature rose. It is dry... So dry... Too dry... The flames has caught upon you. Escape is futile. You can't to begin with.
Your armor began to scorches you. It burns. You feel like your blood is boiling... It boils.... Rising... Felt like you will explode... Like mercury rising in a thermometer.... Too much, it'll crack
It is burning you. It hurts... You know you're dying... Slowly. You've opened your front door, waiting, for death to greet you. "What have I accomplished?" "This is the end?" "What's the purpose of all this?" Your thoughts lingers....
It is dawn. You've fought for an entire night. You don't even realised. Gaze upon it....
It is the last morning star you'll see
The fallen is never forgotten, the most important thing to God is your soul, it lives on and on, just in different levels. It's all about the path you want to take, you have freedom to choose your own path. If you don't your already working for God as a witness and will rise up again later on. 100% not forgotten. Perpetual worlds take team work and God's helpers, all the new 103 planets have the same new model system. Just saying ! Anyway nice music works.
It's so enjoyable music. Very beautiful epic music.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful music 🙏☀️🙏
These songs are the perfect accompaniment to the throne of glass books... Massively enhances the reading experience of an already fantastic novella series. Thank you!
It's amazing to me what music can say words can't ❤
Beautiful work fella
I will always remember those who fell for cause and comrades.
MORNING STAR?????? WHAT??????? WHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! CHRISTMAS COMES EARLY!!!!!!! My David Chappell in THREE BREATHTAKINGLY GORGEOUS TRACKS - I almost can't take it!!! THEY ARE SOOOOOO FREAKIN GOOD!!!!!! It literally doesn't matter, what he puts out there - ALL OF IT is SIMPLY FANTASTIC!!!! This is really the TRUTH!!! There is not one track by this composer which doesn't HIT ALL THE FEELS!!! Which doesn't shake you up all the way to the bone!!! HE. IS. ABSOLUTELY. EPIC!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH EMW!!!! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
Sandraaaaaaaa! (Gives food)
May All remember .
This summer… the Decepticons will take control of humanity… However, the is hope… The rescue of The Autobots towards the human race, The fight is yet to see soon!
great music and beautiful art!
BRAVO, Take a bow , absolute genius , your musical artistic ability is pure GOLD , bravo , I tilt my hat to you, cheers for the experience.
This is a Incredible Mesterpiece 🌟💫✨💖🇲🇦💝
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Beautiful music 🎶
Wow, a classic fantasy piece - Like!!! :)
Love and the sky
A soldier sits against the rocky wall. Her sword beside her and she takes a sigh of relief.
"We won." Her comrade remarks, looking at the body of the enemy the group had sworn to fight.
"But at what cost? Look around you, we may have won but our fallen comrades aren't here to celebrate. And in the end, no one will remember them. No song, no story. Who will remember them?" She began to tear up. The weight of the loss of her fallen comrades had clearly began to effect her once the adrenaline was gone.
The other soldier took a deep breath, stabbed his sword into the ground and walked to her. "We will." He looked on to his fellow surviving allies. "From this day on, none of us will forget our fallen brethren. We'll drink to their sacrifice, we'll live on in honor of them and we will be the ones who tell their stories but not of how they died. No, but how they lived."
He reached out a hand to help her up. "It's the least we can do."
Superb 🔥
Awesome music
Beautiful
Fantastic music !
Everyone wants to be a hero because the heroes are remembered, while common soldiers are forgotten
The little birb 😭❤️
I am proud of your Epic music words
شكرا
Awesome!!!🌟🌟💯💯
WOW this hits harddddddd pure 🔥 great job as always 👏 👍 👌
Thank you
For in their death,,was our future. Now we need to grow up and take charge
I alone will remember this world's fallen heroes, I will even remember this world's Fallen Warriors because if no one remembers them did they truly exist.
Don't worry, there is something called History, everything bad or good will be written.
He forgets to add " by the victors "
@@notRODALI that's not true
If it's not whitewashed
@@thesadabefree4982 not always
History is written, however, by the strong and the victors. Not by the defeated or the broken.
Hi sir im india nice music sir 👍
Nice one, thank you! :)
This channel is a big inspiration for my music
素晴らしい
Wow 🥰👍
Who is talking about the Fallen? Never heard such word!
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You won't be remembered by how you died, but by how you lived.
كَتَبَ اللَّهُ لَأَغْلِبَنَّ أَنَا وَرُسُلِي ۚ إِنَّ اللَّهَ قَوِيٌّ عَزِيزٌ
god be good
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No one will remember the very detailed
RWanda
10 888 views, nothing else to sei
Cannot find on Bandcamp nor 7Digital. ☹️
Galaxy Milky MIA we are on our way Love herself peace we ain't no Game I'm sin trisionar
Are you back?
Basically I am back
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who is she? whats her story? what world does she reside in?
Who will Rember the fallen King's Jouney?
Really how nieve you are it would have been better to have fallen with my only real friends than to have returned to this land th we call home
No one cares one iota whether we came home or not as long as strangers are treated better that's all they care about
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Constant non-stop ads. Destroys the purpose of the flow of the music for creativity. Can't do it anymore...I'm out!
YOU DIDN'T FALL, I SPOKE YOU HALF WAY TO EXISTENCE. THE WARRIOR VOICE YOU HEARD WAS THE KING OF HEAVEN, GOLDEN WITH RED FLASHES, IN THE SNOW, 4,000 SOME FEET UP HIGH, ADONAI EL SHADDAI WAS THE NAME YOU HEARD ON EARTH, THE WIND BLEW LIKE NEVER BEFORE, THIS IS WHY YOU ARE HERE NOW. 🤴🏻⚔️🩸🧬🏝️🌅🏞️🌄7️⃣👁️🗨️🔲🔘🔳
God is our Savior and our King
Beautiful
"Battle of the Fallen"
She sat there.
Staring into the space of existence
Looking around her
All she saw were her fallen brothers and sisters
Who fought to their deaths
Then she realized, thought to herself
Am I the only one left?
She fought to keep shock from over taking her
With her hands covering up a knife wound ripped across her belly, bleeding slowly
Then she looked up to the sky
At God and said
Who will remember me this day? These fallen?
You?
I followed you as you asked
You never said, I would be the only one to survive
I walked in faith
Bravely I fought the fight
She crinkled her forehead, angered
Suddenly she was overwhelmed by a Spirit that motivated her to stand up
Then she looked down and saw one foot walking in front of the other
Right then, she knew
That she had to get back, so that those who died here would not die in vain, unknown
She will go back and tell her people
So the world will forever remember this day
These brothers. These sisters
Who fought, so freedom could live on
As smoke lifted from each burning building
Suffocating the air
Flames still ignited
She turned and gave one last look and said
It will be me, who will remember the fallen
And the world will too
Because I will live on and tell the story of what happened here
Heroes they will all be
Forever they will be remembered
And from there
She disappeared into the night
Two thousand years later
A teacher stood in front of an auditorium of students
And asked them all turn to Chapter 1 so they could begin reading...
The Battle of the Fallen
Will you pin this please for everyone to read?
Beautiful