1 Hour Loop "Why do I still live?" (Extended version)
HTML-код
- Опубликовано: 18 июн 2021
- (Note that the copyright claim on the video is fals and I already objected, download below for ad-free listening)
After many requests I finally give you this one hour loop of my most popular track. I was hesitant to upload it here, because I think loops are quite the lazy content for me to make. But many wanted it so I am happy to now deliver.
This will hopefully bridge the few weeks until my first chaos themed tracks can be found on my channel (also more holy Imperium tracks to come, no worries)
I try to upload at least once a month but if something is not ready, I rather hold back until the quality fits my standard.
Thank you for all your comments and support!
Main versions (with more info and lyrics in the respective video descriptions):
• Extended "Why do I sti... (Extended)
• "Why do I still live?"... (Original short)
Download the Extended Version here: drive.google.com/file/d/1wqNT...
Donations:
My videos are either not at all or only barely monetized, I find adds annoying myself.
If you really enjoy the content and want to support the development in the future, consider donating whatever amount you see fit here:
www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted...
Artwork artists include:
Christian Schwager (theartofschwager.blogspot.com/)
40K Gallery.com
The chant I used is a derivative of "Puer natus est nobis", a chant performed by CIRMA/ Ensemble Organum lead by Mr Marcel Pérès.
Addition:
I appreciate every single comment. Some of the comments have been worrying. If you are in a heavy depression or find that you have suicidal tendencies, please, for yourself and those around you, seek help:
www.betterhelp.com/gethelpnow/
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of...
Unofficial and in no way endorsed by Games Workshop.
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖘 
Видеоклипы
![Warhammer 40,000 Mechanicus OST - Children of the Omnissiah[Extended]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/ztzq05IzYds/mqdefault.jpg)
You know what surprises me? There are no ads in the 41st millenium: no big banners hanging on the streets, no annoying flickering lights, no invasive gadgets reminding you to buy their stuff. Only peace and quiet. And war.
You will see things like that in the Hives, for sure.
@@battenburg6089 join the Imperial Guard, problem solved
@@srgforge2993 more like out of the Pan into the fire
In a hyper-authoritarian state, there is no need to pester anyone to buy products. They will spend as they are told to, and know nothing besides...
What about the banners reinforcing your faith in the imperium, the manperor, and humanity?
The emperor protects, but an extended version never hurt either.
Ah, I see you're a man of Ultramarines culture as well ^^
@@Alarak_ as Rogal would say, "ultramarine is a color and not a culture."
@@brainwashedbyevidence948 And I would respond "Yes, my Lord. And it was exactly my purpose to tell this, no matter the absurdity of my phrasing."
@@Alarak_ very well then.
Good speak brother Purple Crocodile the emperor belss you.
*ONLY IN DEATH DOES DUTY END. YET, EVEN IN DEATH, I STILL SERVE*
*THE OMNISSIAH*
Didn't think to slack THAT easily, did ya? :D
"even in death I still serve" hits different when you know *Corpse Starch* is a key part of the daily ration for Imperial Citizens
With plasma cannons and the fury of the Lion.
The image of a guardsman embracing his dying fellow man in one arm while clutching a primed krak grenade in his hand, as they're both surrounded by an all-consuming endless tide of foul warp-spawn closing in on them.
Rage. Rage against the dying of the light.
Every day I ask myself why do I still live?
The answer is simple, life is a currency, spend it well.
I listen to this as I watch my 1 year old sleep. The Emperor protects. May his light shine on our beautiful mortality.
Ugh. That touches my soul. Guard that child and rear him well. Don't be a helicopter. Encourage him to be strong.
Girls when they fuck up : "Oops, silly me"
Boys when they fuck up:
Real
My mistake was my failure.
My failure is my suffering.
My suffering is my penance.
My penance... is mine alone.
Guilliman followed Captain-General Valoris of the Adeptus Custodes as they descended down the pathway towards the Golden Throne. With every step, he moved slower, his mind tearing itself between the practical and theoretical of what might transpire when he would finally cross the threshold and come face to face with his father. All of Ultramar’s resources had been put to the task of making this moment a reality but only now was it dawning on him that he had never taken a moment to actually think about what he wanted to say.
“We have arrived.” said Valoris snapping Roboute out of his trance as they stopped before a massive gate made out of gold covered by a gothic arch on both sides. “I must warn you, standing near his presence is difficult even for us, be wary that you are not overwhelmed.”
“I have been here before” retorted the Lord of Ultramar firmly.
“Yet everything has changed since you last tread these halls Primarch.” snapped the Custodes, his resentment clearly showing through his stoic demeanor. “Know this, if you even so much as have a treacherous thought in his presence, I will end you”. Before Guilliman could respond, Valoris put up his hand to silence him. “Enough talk, the master beckons.”
Realizing that no good would come out of addressing the Captain General's insults, Roboute opened the gate and walked inside the throne room. When he entered, all he saw was a golden light that encompassed every inch of the chamber. It was oddly calm despite the towering presence of the Emperor emanating from the center of the room. All of the Mechanicus adepts tasked with preserving the Golden Throne and the Custodes charged with guarding it had been removed so that the master of mankind could grant his son a private audience.
As he approached the throne, he realized that he had tears in his eyes. He had chastised some of his sons who had offered such displays of reverence after he had been resurrected and the irony was not lost on him. Perhaps he thought, this is how all humans were genetically programmed to react when reunited with the man who had sired them.
Guilliman gently lowered himself to his knees and whispered a single word.
“Father.”
Suddenly he felt the aura within the room begin to change dramatically. Where there had been peace, energy now oozed from every pore electrifying the entire atmosphere and then the psychic shock struck him.
THE THIRTEENTH RETURNS
Gasping for air as if being drowned by a tidal wave, Guilliman tried his best to compose himself. The psychic essence of the emperor was like an inexplicable weight hammering him into to the ground and if he wasn’t kneeling already, he would have surely had to do so now.
“What has happened to you father?” Questioned the Primarch painstakingly. He couldn’t explain what was wrong but deep down he sensed something had changed within the Emperor after he had been entombed for countless millennia.
WHAT FATE DECREED FOR ME
"What do you mean?" Responded Guilliman, bewildered by the answer. He had never heard him use such words during the Great Crusade and in his desperation to grasp their meanings he asked his father another question, one that had gnawed away at him ever since his rebirth. “How could you have allowed all this misery and strife to befall our Imperium?”
I AM NOT THE SHEPHERD HUMANITY SEEKS. IT WAS ALWAYS MY AMBITION THAT THEY WOULD NO LONGER HAVE NEED OF ME. ALL I CAN DO NOW IS TO PROTECT THEM AS I SEE FIT SO THAT ONE DAY THEY MAY RISE ON THEIR OWN.
Guilliman’s confusion quickly turned into a burning rage. "And if they don’t?" Bellowed the Primarch angrily, “What if their flame is extinguished long before they realize your dream for you?”
THEN THAT IS WHAT FATE WOULD HAVE DECREED FOR THEM
"Why do you keep talking of fate?" Spat Roboute, “You had always taught us that humanity would forge its own destiny!” Guilliman’s shock became palpable. He had assumed that when he met his father, they would lay down their plans on how to strike back at all those trying to subjugate or eradicate humanity but instead he found a grieving man looking only for a sympathetic ear.
IT WAS HUBRIS THAT MADE ME BELIEVE I ALONE HAD THE ANSWERS. PRIDE IS THE GREATEST SIN WHICH IS WHY I SUFFER THE GREATEST PUNISHMENT.
"And this suffering, is it penance? or your solution? To wither away while humanity begs and pleads for their savior hoping that he might listen?"
I HAVE ALWAYS HEARD THEM. EVERY LIE, EVERY PRAYER, EVERY SHOUT AND EVERY SCREAM. I HEARD YOU WHEN YOU CRIED OUT FOR ME TO SAVE YOU. WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW THE PRICE I PAID TO KEEP YOU ALIVE? OF THE BILLIONS THAT BLINKED OUT OF EXISTENCE SO THAT YOU MAY SURVIVE?
The revelation made Guilliman look away from the throne out of shame. He remembered Thiel and his sons fighting to save him after he had lost his duel with Fulgrim. He detested the fact that so many souls including those of the Ultramarines had to be sacrificed to spare him.
“You need not carry this burden alone.” he managed to mutter.
YOU SPEAK OF FULFILLING MY VISION LORD OF ULTRAMAR. WHEN MY BODY HAD LAID SHATTERED AMONGST THE BEST OF YOU, I ALREADY KNEW MY DREAM HAD DIED WITH THEM.
Those words cut deeper than any wound he had ever received on the battlefield. Knowing full well that he deserved better, Guilliman still tried to desperately steer the conversation away from the madness it was fast devolving into. “Father, I--”
YOU ARE NOT MY SON, NONE OF YOU EVER WERE. YOU WERE MY GIFTS TO HUMANITY. TWENTY SHINING BEACONS WHO WOULD HAVE USHERED US INTO A NEW AGE AS THE RIGHTFUL RULERS OF THE GALAXY. YET NOT ONE OF YOU COULD RISE ABOVE YOUR PERSONAL DESIRES AND ALLOWED EVERYTHING I HAD GIVEN YOU TO BE SQUANDERED.
Guilliman had heard enough. The light had finally vanished from his eyes and all he gazed upon now was a broken man on top of a rotting throne, forever locked away in his misery. Humanity revered the Emperor as a God and here was proof that he was nothing more than a man, trapped in a prison of his own making. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to hide his resentment. He and his brothers, no matter how flawed they were, had done their best to serve this man’s vision. Every step towards damnation was taken happily if it meant the sons could appease their father. He remembered Monarchia and how his actions had culminated in the betrayal of the Word Bearers. The Emperor’s wanton disregard for the legacy of his brothers steeled Roboute’s hearts for the gathering storm.
"I will not allow us to go gently into the night." Spoke the Lord of Ultramar finally. "Do you hear me father? You may have turned your back on us but I will never betray humanity."
AS IS YOUR CHOICE LORD COMMANDER
That was it, realized Guilliman. This entire charade was perhaps just another act of manipulation to goad him into action. To do what was necessary to save the Imperium both from within and without. Had his father anticipated this outcome? Had he already seen this happening millennia ago? The Emperor was powerful enough to read his mind without him realizing, was he doing so now? Was anything he had said actually true? Was he always this cruel or did his entombment cause him to be this way? Every possibility made him angrier and he turned around and started walking towards the gate bringing an abrupt end to their conversation.
As he opened it, he looked back and asked one final question.
“Why do you still fight?”
No answer came forth. The energy in the room had already begun to dissipate. He could see his father atop the golden throne but could no longer feel his presence.
"ANSWER ME!" Shouted Guilliman alerting the Custodes who began to rush towards the gate to restrain him. "WHY DO YOU STILL FIGHT?"
As the guards closed in around him, a piercing light stopped them all dead in their tracks and Roboute Guilliman, lord of Ultramar, received the answer he craved for. Six words were burnt into every fiber of his being. Six words that formed a phrase so trivial, so insignificant, yet it had ensured humanity’s continued existence for ten thousand years amongst an uncaring cosmos.
The words had borne witness to Ferrus charging the traitors on Isstavan and had compelled Sanguinius to face Horus aboard the Vengeful Spirit. They had seen the lowliest guardsman hold the line against unsurmountable odds and were a lesson that Space Marines taught themselves over and over. They were a grim reminder for each man, woman and child of the Imperium of what what was required of them. Fitting then, that the Master of Mankind spoke the same words he expected humanity to live by.
ONLY IN DEATH DOES DUTY END.
From which book does this comes from?
@@Sebastian171296 it comes fron a reddit fanficton.
Regardless of where this came from, is it bad that I read the Big E's voice with the TTS Voice?
That's probably the best accurate thing that would/had happened.
@@Boom__6678 same here lol
My 2 week old daughter listens to this track right now. She stopped crying as soon I played the song. It seems that Emperor's light embraced her, while she contemplates loneliness and tragedy of Roboute Guillman. Seems that by accident I've created little adepus sororita. Praised be His will.
"Yes, Inquisitor. This is the music."
Inquisitor: "What about it?"
"It's beautiful isn't it?"
Inquistor: "Yes... Yes it is."
I actually enjoyed this (very) short story.
Truly Beautiful brother
A beautiful parody of the "Yes Inquisitor, this one right here," meme.
@@physical_insanity Inquisitor: "wait didn't your lunch break end two minutes ago?" *BLAM*
Fun fact: This rendition of "Puer natus est nobis" by Ensemble Organum is not done in the Gregorian tradition but in the Old Roman Rite. Its essentially pre-Gregorian and has similar tonal characteristics to the Byzantine chant but is recited in Latin as opposed to Greek. Old Roman Chant is also much more melismatic (the improvised, drawing out of individual notes).
Thanks for this interesting info!
It sounds exactly like what you'd hear in a church here in Bulgaria, which is why it's so difficult for me to associate it with Warhammer, lol.
@@borissimeonov9764 same as chant of monks in Serbia.. To be precise, as orthodox, i have problem with roman and latin(due roman activity against christianity) in this chant but yet, its similar and familiar chant as on greek and old slav in monastery. Totaly mindblowing and contradictory at the same time.
Learn something new everyday
@@vox-caster1843 ah.. So I assume you didn't make this then.
Death is as light as a feather, duty as heavy as a mountain.
Tai’shar Malkier
But light comes from the Christ.
There’s a strange irony in the extension of a piece titled “why do I still live?”
Great point, dang dude.
I see your point. Though, perhaps I just have a different interpretation of the song. This song inspires me to carry on; it is not a message of despair, rather a call to action. The coming age is dark indeed, but we shall embrace this hardship, and become better men for it. Extending the song could be seen as symbolic of this.
Something about the 40k universe gives me solace, and I never want to see an end to it.
@@basedcon1262And that was the meaning of Guilliman's speech. He asks why he still lives,but carries on anyway.
Damnnn
Each of us is a candle. A single flame in the dark, every moment a vibrant rebellion against the void. Because we are made to burn out, it makes our shining all the more brilliant
Meanwhile in Catholicism, the fire never dies.
@@scutumfidelis1436 + Romans 10:9-10 "That if you confess with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved."
It's a Lamenters chant if I remember correctly ❤️ 💧
@@scutumfidelis1436 It's near impossible to extinguish that holy burning fire of Catholics for young boys; even prostrate and begging forgiveness, they hunger for the forbidden fruit
@Disembowell
Girl, don't be too overly dramatic. I'm no catholic but a tree is not a forest. There are hundreds of groups that contain the same people you attact, it just depends on what kind of rat you are to select which group. You are the producer of blue haired screaming teen aliens in the West.
Can't remember the exact quote but kept on thinking about it every time I watch this video
"The emperor is too perfect to realize he is wrong. A god who thinks he is a man and thinks men can become gods. You can't help but be baffled and admire something like that."
Anyone else in the middle of a depressing episode who randomly found this and are thankful?
omg exactly!
I wish you lots of strength.
Space Marines don`t have depression, so quit it.
All fighting and so much surviving… does it end? I’m getting fearless everyday… should this fear me?
Hard to watch that you self gets to a monster…who wants fighting… to have redemption
@@user-mk6nc1wm5q it doesn't have to be a monster, you can be a saviour
"Why do I still live? What more do you want from me? I gave everything I had to you, to them. Look what they have made of our dream..." - Guilliman
This part of the quote makes it sound so depressing, so defeatist and hopeless
But the rest of the quote completely changes the tone, makes it inspiring, uplifting and motivational
@@ragnarian huh? "Why do I still live? What more do you want from me? I gave everything I had to you, to them. Look what they have made of our dream. This bloated, rotten carcass of an empire is driven not by reason and hope, but by fear, hate and ignorance. Better that we had all burned in the fire of Horus' ambition than lived to see this."
@@ragnarian I just assumed his follow up was going to be a rebuke.
I guess I was right.
"Look what they have done, Look how they have massacred my Imperium.."
-Emperor Corleone
I’m no heretic, but it always bothered me how Guilliman blames “them,” humanity, for what the Imperium has become. What else could we do? We had nowhere else to turn. He was gone. His brothers were gone or, worse, serving the dark gods. The traitors and xenos stood around us, poised for the slow and brutal kill. The Echlesiarchy, with all its flaws and cruelty, saved us. Whether the Imperial Faith is True or False, it kept us alive when the Emperor and Guilliman couldn’t.
listened to this while studying an accounting course, next thing I knew some giant blond guy in blue armour kicked down my door and told me I work for something called the "Administratum" or something. Bit of a weird crowd, but my god-man-emperor are they committed.
Given the tone of this song, I though this verse was appropriate:
Psalm 6:1-10 KJV
“O LORD, rebuke me not in thine anger, Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak:
O LORD, heal me; for my bones are vexed. My soul is also sore vexed:
But thou, O LORD, how long?
Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: Oh save me for thy mercies' sake.
For in death there is no remembrance of thee: In the grave who shall give thee thanks?
I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
Mine eye is consumed because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; For the LORD hath heard the voice of my weeping.
The LORD hath heard my supplication; The LORD will receive my prayer.
Let all mine enemies be ashamed and sore vexed: Let them return and be ashamed suddenly.”
Domine, ne in furore tuo arguas me, neque in ira tua corripias me.
Miserere mei, Domine, quoniam infirmus sum; sana me, Domine, quoniam conturbata sunt ossa mea.
Et anima mea turbata est valde; sed tu, Domine, usquequo?
Convertere, Domine, et eripe animam meam; salvum me fac propter misericordiam tuam.
Quoniam non est in morte qui memor sit tui; in inferno autem quis confitebitur tibi?
Laboravi in gemitu meo; lavabo per singulas noctes lectum meum; lacrimis meis stratum meum rigabo.
Turbatus est a furore oculus meus; inveteravi inter omnes inimicos meos.
Discedite a me omnes qui operamini iniquitatem, quoniam exaudivit Dominus vocem fletus mei.
Exaudivit Dominus deprecationem meam; Dominus orationem meam suscepit.
Erubescant, et conturbentur vehementer omnes inimici mei; convertantur, et erubescant valde velociter.
The Golden God Emperor of Mankind is the only true God
take your heresy elsewhere
@stoffelthedestroyer3741 this is literally a Latin Christian chant your silly man.
@@stoffelthedestroyer3741 Our lord the Omnissiah is the only real god, for He bears the true knowledge. Your throne ridden corpse emperor will not last long.
"What is the joy of life? To die knowing our task is done. For only in death does duty end."
Hail to the vox-caster, the Chaplain of the Finnish Knights Cross chapter's 8th company thus extends the company's thanks for your loyal service!
You named your space marines the" finnish knights cross"....?
Bruh come on
@@LongWarEnjoyer I called mine the 'Euronomus Flex Knights Cross', what of it?
Death is not the end
After death is heaven or hell your choice where you end up put your faith in Jesus Christ and repent from your sins before its too late His coming back soon
Yeah I mean, the finns were pretty based and all, but don't name your space marine chapter after something with a swastika on it. I REALLY don't want 40k to get cancelled en masse by the left, cause then all my friends will think I'm a nazi.
"By the Emperor, I needed this since the Horus Heresy."
- Bjorn The Fell-Handed.
This is not the mantra of the mighty Space Marines or the demigods of the Custodes. This song does not echo through the halls of Kasr Kraf on Cadia. No Catachan has fought while listening to this. No member of the Sororitas has been inspired to mighty deeds by this song. No Tech-Priest has commanded Skitarii or fixed the sacred machines while humming this tune in binary. No funerary dirge like this has been carried on by the members of the Schola Progenium. No member of the Silent Sisterhood has radiated death with this ambiance. No Assassin, be they Vindicare, Culexus, Eversor or Callidus has shot, stalked, massacred or tricked their way to victory with this song in mind. No member of the Death Korps has spent the Emperor's currency under this mournful dirge. No Imperial Captain has let this music play across their ship.. No Inquisitor has sacrificed their Humanity alongside hundreds of souls, committing cold calculus to save trillions, to this tune. No High Lord, or planetary governor, or bureaucrat, or laborer, or Servitor, or edict-giver, or serf, or any other member of the Adeptus Terra has heard this song from within their palaces. No Chaplain, no priest, no standard-bearer, no Living Saint has ever heard the gentle hum of quiet agony wafting across the air like sweet-smelling incense.
For all the many members of the Imperium of Man, only two have truly heard this song.
The first, a reborn son, who departed a nightmare and woke to see a hell.
The second, a broken man, betrayed by his sons and interred upon a throne of pain.
The fate of both of these men is the same. They will not die, no. That would be a merciful fate and they will be shown none. Oh, no. They will live.
By the Throne, will they live...
Bro, that was beautiful. This needs to be the pinned comment.
Beautifully well spoken brother.
Pinned this.
And yet....Ave Imperator. Gloria in Excelsis Terra.
Or a wife who just woke up next to her dead husband…
The comment section is so peaceful without degeneracy. I love it.
sikibidi :*)
This is so good that it must have been found on a STC.
Ahahhahahahahauha that was a good one 👍
Put a smile to my face 🤣
“For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places,” Ephesians 6:12.
40k is essentially the closest secular text we have to the Bible😂
I have depression and ran across this a couple weeks ago and I've been listening to this almost everyday since. It made me want to get into 40k. I'm currently in chapter 6 of Horus Rising. I want to get better for myself and for my loved ones. Thank you for this.
Start your morning with cold showers. Small steps brother.
If you like 40k, you’ll love Christ ;)
I am glad you are defending yourself from the spread of chaos, I know too well that dark pit, stay strong my brother. To aid you, I suggest checking out Jordan Peterson and his book 12 rules for life, it helped me when I was down. The emperor protects, never loose faith brother, we are all one.
@@gramps1940 Emperor protects, brother
@CanadianDoomer Yes, yes it does.
"Why do you keep talking of fate?" Spat Roboute, “You had always taught us that humanity would forge its own destiny!” Guilliman’s shock became palpable. He had assumed that when he met his father, they would lay down their plans on how to strike back at all those trying to subjugate or eradicate humanity but instead, he found a grieving man looking only for a sympathetic ear.
IT WAS HUBRIS THAT MADE ME BELIEVE I ALONE HAD THE ANSWERS. PRIDE IS THE GREATEST SIN WHICH IS WHY I SUFFER THE GREATEST PUNISHMENT.
"And this suffering, is it penance? or your solution? To wither away while humanity begs and pleads for their savior hoping that he might listen?"
I HAVE ALWAYS HEARD THEM. EVERY LIE, EVERY PRAYER, EVERY SHOUT AND EVERY SCREAM. I HEARD YOU WHEN YOU CRIED OUT FOR ME TO SAVE YOU. WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW THE PRICE I PAID TO KEEP YOU ALIVE? OF THE BILLIONS THAT BLINKED OUT OF EXISTENCE SO THAT YOU MAY SURVIVE?
The revelation made Guilliman look away from the throne out of shame. He remembered Thiel and his sons fighting to save him after he had lost his duel with Fulgrim. He detested the fact that so many souls including those of the Ultramarines had to be sacrificed to spare him.
“You need not carry this burden alone.” he managed to mutter.
YOU SPEAK OF FULFILLING MY VISION LORD OF ULTRAMAR. WHEN MY BODY HAD LAID SHATTERED AMONGST THE BEST OF YOU, I ALREADY KNEW MY DREAM HAD DIED WITH THEM.
Those words cut deeper than any wound he had ever received on the battlefield. Knowing full well that he deserved better, Guilliman still tried to desperately steer the conversation away from the madness it was fast devolving into. “Father, I--”
YOU ARE NOT MY SON, NONE OF YOU EVER WERE. YOU WERE MY GIFTS TO HUMANITY. TWENTY SHINING BEACONS WHO WOULD HAVE USHERED US INTO A NEW AGE AS THE RIGHTFUL RULERS OF THE GALAXY. YET NOT ONE OF YOU COULD RISE ABOVE YOUR PERSONAL DESIRES AND ALLOWED EVERYTHING I HAD GIVEN YOU TO BE SQUANDERED.
Guilliman had heard enough. The light had finally vanished from his eyes and all he gazed upon now was a broken man on top of a decaying throne, forever locked away in his misery. Humanity revered the Emperor as a God and here was proof that he was nothing more than a man, trapped in a prison of his own making. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to hide his resentment. He and his brothers, no matter how flawed they were, had done their best to serve this man’s vision. Every step towards damnation was taken happily if it meant the sons could appease their father. He remembered Monarchia and how his actions had culminated in the betrayal of the Word Bearers. The Emperor’s wanton disregard for the legacy of his brothers steeled Roboute’s hearts for the gathering storm.
"I will not allow us to go gently into the night." Spoke the Lord of Ultramar finally. "Do you hear me, father? You may have turned your back on us but I will never betray humanity."
AS IS YOUR CHOICE LORD COMMANDER
That was it, realized Guilliman. This entire charade was perhaps just another act of manipulation to goad him into action. To do what was necessary to save the Imperium both from within and without. Had his father anticipated this outcome? Had he already seen this happening millennia ago? The Emperor was powerful enough to read his mind without him realizing, was he doing so now? Was anything he had said actually true? Was he always this cruel or did his entombment cause him to be this way? Every possibility made him angrier and he turned around and started walking towards the gate bringing an abrupt end to their conversation.
As he opened it, he looked back and asked one final question.
“Why do you still fight?”
No answer came forth. The energy in the room had already begun to dissipate. He could see his father atop the golden throne but could no longer feel his presence.
"ANSWER ME!" Shouted Guilliman alerting the Custodes who began to rush towards the gate to restrain him. "WHY DO YOU STILL FIGHT?"
As the guards closed in around him, a piercing light stopped them all dead in their tracks and Roboute Guilliman, lord of Ultramar, received the answer he craved for. Six words were burnt into every fiber of his being. Six words that formed a phrase so trivial, so insignificant, yet it had ensured humanity’s continued existence for ten thousand years amongst an uncaring cosmos.
The words had borne witness to Ferrus charging the traitors on Isstavan and had compelled Sanguinius to face Horus aboard the Vengeful Spirit. They had seen the lowliest guardsman hold the line against unsurmountable odds and were a lesson that Space Marines taught themselves over and over. They were a grim reminder for each man, woman, and child of the Imperium of what was required of them. Fitting then, that the Master of Mankind spoke the same words he expected humanity to live by.
ONLY IN DEATH DOES DUTY END.
He spoke across millenia and through uncounted mouths, "only in death does duty end".
For anybody struggling and feeling lost. Just keep in mind. You must ACCEPT adversity. Understand no matter what you do, it WILL come and it might hurt. Understand it WILL hurt. But also understand. You do not have to accept the punishment from it. You can ALWAYS do something about it💯🙏🏼 Pressure and heat make diamonds 💎
I did not know I needed this, but here we are…
@@bakednerd aye, but having a loaded bolter never hurts either
I knew that I did.
Heeey it’s you
@@leroijinkins7788 I’m everywhere, that’s what the Inquisition does after all.
Of course inquisitor, forgive me, please don’t exterminatus my planet
Holy emperor it finally exists
_"I can submit to no Imperial Truth. My entire life has been altered by, at best, a misunderstanding. At worst, my life has been spent following a lie. (chuckles) But you know what? It doesn't matter that my life had been one mattered falsehood. I came here with my heart open and emptied by grief. The spirit of my God had entered my soul and filled me with love. My devotion was my salvation. And I have spread a doctrine of love and forgiveness. No amount of words or tricks may change that. Even now, despite this revelation, my heart is filled with love. There is no resentment in my heart. What makes faith so powerful Emperor, is that it requires no proof - belief is enough."_
Imagine having lived the entirety of human existence. From the first cities and civilizations of Mesopotamia, to the ancient civilizations of Rome, China, Persia, and India. To every great advancement and discovery till the first steps on another celestial body. and one day, to live to see humanity ascend to a state of living utopia and paradise thought impossible by it's ancestors. For millennia, humanity had managed to conquer that most difficult of battles. It's own nature. Your species that was once barbarian savages barely able to know what fire was could now reshape matter itself to suit their needs.
Now imagine living to also see all that end in a nightmarish orgy of suffering through no fault of your species and then watch what survived further slip in worse states. And when you in a desperate race to bring it back before something snuffs it out for good, only witness it all fall apart through your own hubris and create something truly horrific that renders all the combined evil and wickedness of humanity in the past insignificant. Ad you can do nothing to stop it all being done in your name, not even scream.
That is the Emperor's fate.
And I wonder if the reasons he still clings is both because of a stubborn hope to reclaim that lost utopia, and also self hatred and guilt knowing the role he had in making it so much further out of reach.
warhammer is literally just the purest critique of humanity out of any scifi. there was no utopia, just a universe doomed to devolve into a hell
they were still barbarian savages just barbarian savages that could now reshape matter to suit their needs
@@turtle6648 This is Warhammer 40k: The Great Filter is the Devil himself :)
I disagree. I see the 40k story as one of humanities continued evolution. They have invented advanced technologies and are beginning to develop psychic abilities. Eugenics and genetic manipulation is practiced to produce god-like superhumans. The only thing that prevented their total domination of the galaxy was themselves. For ten-thousand years they've struggled to overcome this setback and its continuing aftermath. It's a tough time for mankind right now but also an exciting one, as they stand between annihilation and ascension.
History is not Linear. Civilization predates the written record by 10,000 years
Emperor bless you, Vox-caster. Now I can finnaly properly meditate before battle. In the name of entire 1890th Death Korps Siege Regiment, I Thank you.
*THE EMPEROR PROTECTS*
THE EMPEROR PROTECTS BROTHER
@@richardfreeman724 The heretics refute the Emperor's holy right to rule. Let them argue with the barrel of a gun.
THE EMPEROR PROTECTS
The 'Emperor' protects... tell that to the Daemonculaba or the prisoners of the Haemonculi; only Slaanesh grants respite from the pain and suffering, only through the Lord may you find true pleasure and peace... give unto them your undying soul and may ye know true bliss \o/
@@gallowmere409 The Emperor Protects - a statement that means: The Emperor Protects the Souls of The Faithfull to him. You see only this, what's on the cover, ignoring the meaning behind it. Those prisoners are tortured by the people like you - a heretics and degenerates that seek pleasure for themselves.
And you've come to me, tempting ME - a Kriegsman, a man who will never surrender even if it means life in torture. Either you are stupid or desperate and I believe it's the latter. Let me guess, You've run out of friends? Your pathetic heretical "Brethren" are dead and their numbers go down.
Those temptations will not phase me in any way, for I am not a self-serving fool like you. And I shall never become one either. I serve the God-Emperor of Mankind, a God that your Gods are afraid of. Why does Abaddon get that number of Daemons and Greater Daemons? They are afraid of us - *US* - humans and the God-Emperor of Mankind. He is a shining beacon, a lighthouse of the faithfull, the Protector of Mankind itself. To serve Him is to save Mankind from dangers of the Universe - vile xenos and you, servants of the Dark Gods.
You shall die like all of the pathetic people like you did - a fool's death, believing in something that was never there to begin with.
@@gallowmere409 They rejected the holy light, may the Emperor just be a dead man on a cold and dead throne, despite this he gave us the power, the free will to write our own history, to rewrite fate. This glorious majesty is declined to you heretic, you just serve the gods, your just one of their puppets. The difference between us is, it is my free will, to die for die Emperor, for his idea of a glorious morning, even at the dusk of mankind. His light is part of us all, and we are a part of his golden light, forever, only in death does duty ends.
This is a certified hood classic
Guilliman meets the Emperor (M.42)
Guilliman, still tongueless, lipless, wordless, could only relive what he had seen. Trajann Valoris bade the great doors open. His words were a jumble, broken by time, his movements a fan of overlapping images in terrible shades of gold. But when the gates opened, and the light came out, that was pure. Mortarion gasped in discomfort, and Guilliman felt a little hope. He remembered. He relived. He had gone in to see what his father had become. Guilliman had been thousands of years dead. He had spent subjective years lost in the warp to come to Terra, only to find an empire of ruin laid starkly before his disbelieving eyes. All building to this fateful moment. There was light and fury, a radiance that passed through the bones and burned at the soul. Endless sound that filled eternities. There were the wordless screams of the psykers drained to feed His terrible majesty. There were visions of gods, and demigods, of a brown-skinned man of calm expression. Clad in skins. Clad in mail. Clad in clothes of all colours and bewildering variety. Clad in armour of gold. He had many faces, all proud, all betrayed. He saw Malcador in him, the first regent. He saw his brothers. A million ideas battered him, memories from tens of thousands of years of existence. Random, circular trains of thought, obsessions, predictions and fears. So many voices, all the same, all different, none coherent. He saw a dusty room, titanic in scale, crammed with machinery of awful purpose, the living dying in relay to sustain this monstrous thing. The centre was a machine of gold, shrouded in the dust of broken dreams. A skull-faced cadaver, all life gone, perched within its seat - but then the vision flickered, and he saw a king of infinite power, resting awhile upon His throne to think, only lost to His subjects for a while, and when done with His meditation He would rise, and rule justly. He saw a tired man who would be his father, giving him grave counsel he could not hear, telling him what he must do. Again, his view changed, and he saw an evil force to rival the great powers of Chaos. He saw sorrow, triumph, failure, loss and potential. There was no one face among all the faces, no one voice, but a chorus, a cacophony. The Emperor’s presence was a hammer blow to his soul, a tremendous scouring of being. He could not stand before it, and fell to his knees, though Valoris remained silent by his side as if nothing had happened. He was in the dust of a corpse-king’s court. He was before a resplendent Emperor for all the ages. ‘Father,’ he said, and when he had said that word, it was the last time he had meant it. ‘Father, I have returned.’ Guilliman forced himself to look up into the pillar of light, the screaming of souls, the empty-eyed skull, the impassive god, the old man, yesterday’s saviour. ‘What must I do? Help me, father. Help me save them.’ In the present, in the past, he felt Mortarion’s wordless presence at his side, and felt his fallen brother’s horror. He looked at the Emperor of Mankind, and could not see. Too much, too bright, too powerful. The unreality of the being before him stunned him to the core. A hundred different impressions, all false, all true, raced through his mind. He could not remember what his father had looked like, before, and Roboute Guilliman forgot nothing. And then, that thing, that terrible, awful thing upon the Throne, saw him. ‘My son,’ it said. ‘Thirteen,’ it said. ‘Lord of Ultramar.’ ‘Saviour.’ ‘Hope.’ ‘Failure.’ ‘Disappointment.’ ‘Liar.’ ‘Thief.’ ‘Betrayer.’ ‘Guilliman.’ He heard all these at once. He did not hear them at all. The Emperor spoke and did not speak. The very idea of words seemed ridiculous, the concept of them a grievous harm against the equilibrium of time and being. ‘Roboute Guilliman.’ The raging tempest spoke his name, and it was as the violence a dying sun rains upon its worlds. ‘Guilliman. Guilliman. Guilliman.’ The name echoed down the wind of eternity, never ceasing, never reaching its intended point. The sensation of many minds reached out to Guilliman, violating his senses as they tried to commune, but then one mind seemed to come from the many, a raw, unbounded power, and gave wordless commands to go out and save what they built together. To destroy what they made. To save his brothers, to kill them. Contradictory impulses, all impossible to disobey, all the same, all different. Futures many and terrible raced through his mind, the results of all these things, should he do any, all or none of them. ‘Father!’ he cried. Thoughts battered him. ‘A son.’ ‘Not a son.’ ‘A thing.’ ‘A name.’ ‘Not a name.’ ‘A number. A tool. A product.’ A grand plan in ruins. An ambition unrealised. Information, too much information, coursed through Guilliman: stars and galaxies, entire universes, races older than time, things too terrifying to be real, eroding his being like a storm in full spate carves knife-edged gullies into badlands. ‘Please, father!’ he begged. ‘Father, not a father. Thing, thing, thing,’ the minds said. ‘Apotheosis.’ ‘Victory.’ ‘Defeat.’ ‘Choose,’ it said. ‘Fate.’ ‘Future.’ ‘Past.’ ‘Renewal. Despair. Decay.’ And then, there seemed to be focusing, as of a great will exerting itself, not for the final time, but nearly for the final time. A sense of strength failing. A sense of ending. Far away, he heard arcane machines whine and screech, close to collapse, and the clamour of screams of dying psykers that underpinned everything in that horrific room rising higher in pitch and intensity. ‘Guilliman.’ The voices overlaid, overlapped, became almost one, and Guilliman had a fleeting memory of a sad face that had seen too much, and a burden it could barely countenance. ‘Guilliman, hear me. ‘My last loyal son, my pride, my greatest triumph.’ How those words burned him, worse than the poisons of Mortarion, worse than the sting of failure. They were not a lie, not entirely. It was worse than that. They were conditional. ‘My last tool. My last hope.’ A final drawing in of power, a thought expelled like a dying breath. ‘Guilliman…’ It felt to Guilliman like his mind had exploded. There was a blinding flash, and the king and the corpse and the old man overlaid and overlapped, dead and alive, divine and mortal. All judged him. Guilliman staggered from the throne room. Valoris stared into the heart of the Emperor’s light unflinchingly a moment longer, then turned away and followed. They emerged days later, though only seconds had passed.
Y E S
The way I read this is that whenever the emperor is speaking or mentions how he hears everything that humanity has called out to him I visualize Moses and the burning bush scene in prince of Egypt
Wait is this from Godblight?
@@vex6633 Indeed, it is. And it's marvellous, brother
@@brennanlangless8912 Far greater a moment in mythical/fictional history than anything moses has done. The scene of the burning bush pales in comparison.
This videuh helped me tah studie for mah tests ta become a bone ‘ead , thank you sah
As a Game Master for an ongoing Dark Heresy campaign, lemme tell you, this here's a lifesaver for mood-setting.
Glad it finds good use. All the best
This helps me forget my troubles for a time, and think about things greater than myself
I love that. All the best
Two years ago, I was very sick and praying for death to take me. Friends and family were trying to keep me moving forward. By chance or God's love, things began to change, my strength returned, my mind calmed, and my soul began to heal. I remember the first time I saw the title for this and thought that it was a question I'd been asking for such a long time. I know now why I still live, and to those still out in the dark... please don't give up, a stranger loves you. So you should love yourself too. Miracles are not big wonders but instead the gentle words that keep us moving forward.
Aside from this music's applications to our beloved WH40K, this is truly a haunting piece of music.
Very melancholic and harrowing yet soo elegant.
If you've ever played dark souls 3 it's almost like a musical encapsulation of the dancer of the boreal valley boss
Remember that difficulties are a part of life, but with strength and bravery, we can overcome them. Believe in yourself and your abilities, and trust that everything will work out in the end. Stay resilient and keep pushing forward.
Hardships are a part of life "Behold in this world you will have hardships and problems but take heart behold for I have over come the the world." - Messiah
@@Hemingway308 If the owner of the house knew what time the thief would come, he would stay awake and not let the thief enter his house. So be ready, because the Son of Man will return when you least expect it.
@4kfireplaceTash I thank you for your wisdom and your prudence and your advice.I take it humbly thank you as metal sharpens metal
@@4kfireplaceTash I feel your words of the scripture were divinely inspired to me specifically which means you are blessed by the holy ghost and I thank you for that
@@4kfireplaceTash Amen my wise brother I will try.
by the omnissiah, this blesses my audio receptors
Never played or had anything to do with Warhammer, but this song is cool af.
Resident evil type name
@@ididntaskverified3663 + Romans 10:9-10 "That if you confess with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved."
Are you saved by Jesus Christ, my friend?
@@reclusiarchgrimaldus1269 no
@@reclusiarchgrimaldus1269 save me
This is really something. I started listening to this while I relax at the end of a long day. Now I listen to it while I work out. It's empowering, and promotes a deep feeling of unwavering strength. I will walk toward my purpose even if the devil contests me. I will conquer my demons even if God detests me. I may bend, but I will never break, until the last part of me is ground to dust.
This video was falsely claimed by a third party copyright. I already objected to it. In the meantime, download is in the description for ad free listening.
Udate: Apparently I managed to get rid of the false claim on this. I deactivated video ads. If they still pop up, see description for download so you can enjoy ad free.
Third party copyright?
...Are you sure that's not GW's secret agents?
@@danielawesome36 Can never be too sure about that...;)
somebody trying to claim your art is fucking disgusting man. Hope it all works out buddy, beautiful music
Sounds like some Chaos BS.
Will do. Thank you for all the creations you’ve given to this community.
Sometimes, this is the only thing that keeps me alive during my depressed episodes. The choir just seems to vocalize what I feel, that longing that can never be.
Keep going bro. The fact you feel something means you're still you, you're still strong, you're still able. You'll make it out of whatever you're going through.
@@ironduke5058 I appreciate it man, seeing this in my notifications does remind me there’s some kindness in this world, thank you
@@iammotipusha6770 You're strong, you're not weak remember that and don't forget it. You'll be good, be strong for yourself okay
Come on my guy! You got this! Dont give up now you are so close to succeding! You have to outlive your enemies!!!
@@iammotipusha6770 When I was in my early 20s I started suffering from crippling depression, and I honestly thought about blowing my fucking brains out just about every day. Many times I would take my unloaded gun to my head and pull the trigger and think about how if I ended it all right here right now nobody would give a shit about me or my pathetic excuse for a life. I lost my dad at an early age, and growing up in a fatherless home is an absolute hell that I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy. My formative years were spent as an anti-social outcast, constantly bullied and unable to properly socialize and make many friends. Still to this day I have always felt weak, both spiritually and physically, like there is some gaping void inside my chest that will never be filled. I feel that without the proper guidance of a father figure I will never measure up as a man or become strong enough to be a father and have children of my own.
I am now in my late 20s and I'm still living at home and working a dead end job, most of my friends have moved on with their lives, and I've never been in love or have very good prospects of marriage or starting a family of my own due to my age and inexperience. My long list of failures and missed opportunities have filled me with so much bitterness and disdain for life that sometimes I almost can't wait to die. When Alexander the Great was my age he had conquered half the known world, and here I am struggling to conquer my own despair and lack of purpose. The reason that I still live is to spare my family from being inconvenienced by my death, but also because I still don't have the guts to go through with it anyway. I came close a few times, but never could get myself to pull the trigger with a loaded chamber. After so many years of being a nihilist I have been trying to find my way back to God, to try and find any escape from the pain I've endured in my life and a reason to keep going on. I don't really have any advice to give other than hang in there, you aren't suffering alone.
This song makes me feel I am actually on Holy Terra at this time, living in that world. Fighting to stay alive, but with a purpose
There is more purpose in the world of 40k than any that can be found here, that's why it hits me different.
@@Gogglesofkrome Indeed, because the advancement of technology has become both a blessing and a curse, because in the process of improving our lives it removed any stakes that kept us vigilant and strong in the face of a dangerous reality.
Apathy is a disease.
@@Gogglesofkrome I'm not disparaging technological progress, I believe science is might. But in the process we tend to lose any incentive to as you say "respect" the stakes. I don't decry tech development so much as loath what usually accompanies it.
10 seconds into the track, and I immediately remembered all the faces that didn't make it to this day.
Friends, family members and fallen comrades.
Time will come, and this will be my fate too no one of us can escape it but we can make our lifes matter.
Even a little candle could set the world on fire on the right circumstances.
Very strange, I feel it too. The somber realization of the souls that have fallen so that we could be here now. Not just some civil war or revolutionary war battlefield, but all the way to the Gallic wars. The Crusades. The Hellenic wars. It's in the blood and I feel it. The spirit of the ancestral warrior
Unless this is a 40k reference
@@theroidragedtrex7908 only in death does duty end
at start you see the statue, then you recognize the starship and understand the real size of those statue...
This Is so perfect for meditation. Really calming
I may be corrupted by the warp , but i find peace when i listen to this.
"Carry On, Alpharius"
-Alpharius
Yes sir , moving now.@@maxissixam6049
There's something about a choir of voices singing religiously, but instead of singing about the glory of God or the beauty of the world they are just singing "why do I still live?" that so quaintly captures the nature of 40k.
Can't even be sad in peace. Vibing to the tune being high, getting in the zone and the adds come to torment me 😢
I tried my best to remove them...
Download of extended version see description, just set it on repeat and enjoy ad free
"Why do I still live?........because war still wages , and so I must rise up, to bear arms once more, to protect the innocent, restore the peace, and eradicate those who threaten these their lives as well as the lives of my brothers in arms, so that their shoulders do not have to bear such great a weight as mine have, so that they may have a future to look up to"
The exhausted immortal, one without rest, only in death does duty end, though, forever more bound in undeath, duty never ends. Worshipped and revered, given the burden of a god, with only the power of man. All of mankind.. all of humanity burdened on one exceptional immortal, tired is he, the question that permeates deep beneath the massed power he wields.. "Why do I still live? Why must it be me? The galaxy turned to the dread scape that it is. Why must it be so? Why..."
I got heavily into the lore of 40k about 4 years ago, during a very rough part of my life. I would listen to this on repeat for hours to help calm my mind, blocking out all of the BS and extremely detrimental emotions i was going through. I remember listening to this the night before I left for basic training in my hotel room after processing at MEPS all day. 4 years later, after several deployments, being witness to more of lifes ugliness than i would care for, and 2 days before my terminal leave is to start, a bit buzzed off of cider, laying in bed, here I find myself again. Thanks to the OP for this... as lame as it may sound, this video has helped bring me some level of peace in times where my life is all but.
This means a lot to me! It's more than I ever hoped for when I created this track and I really appreciate that you share your story and thoughts. All the best for the future. 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖘
Phenomenal
Helps me when i was depressed
i dont know how that works but i know one thing....
*The Emperor Protects.*
So glad to hear that! Thank you so much for sharing, The Emperor Protects!
it may have to do with the frequency and tones in the chant that can stimulate your mental constitution as you bathe your brain in this aural spa
We are all brothers and sisters in our sufferings. We are all born unto this world through blood and through pain, but it is becuase we suffer that we may rise. So rise my brothers and sisters and lay low your burdens for the sake of all Mankind. My heart bleeds for all of you.
The 8th Cadian Regiment send their thanks, Vox-caster. It gives our men great focus, reminding us of what we fight for every day. What makes us who we are.
- Master Sergeant Lockhart, Cadian 8th Regiment
Corrupted emperor's children break into the old shrine from ancient age
They only saw bodies of old withered in decaying state, wire's attached to their back centre nerve.
Doors slammed shut then music started to play in a silent tone
Few looked confused, some looked around, many listened closer to hear an old art.
One walked up towards a statue of their beloved primarch before his Corruption
Seeing the emperor behind it
They felt anger then calmness from the songs, reminded them of the warsingers on istvaan 3
Using her vocals to calm those dying from the virus bombs before dying
Tears began to fall on them
Few walked closer to the memorial
Falling to their knees
They're disgusted with themselves for ruining their beautiful image of their beloved primarch
Betrayed their brothers for nothing
A curse mark to remind themselves of betrayal
Many continued crying begging for forgiveness
The shrine remains silent for no songs shall resolve them
This is pretty good, dang.
Try to do some WH book,. Should be good.
Damn, I haven't heard such a sorrowful track in my life. It feels as if the whole Universe is about to end and you can't do anything about it. It feels as if the entire history of humanity is already written and there's not much left except for a few more pages until the end. Desperation, hopelesness, sadness, fear and hate is all that remains. But above it all there's peace somewhere. I'm not joking, this is one of the best music pieces I've ever heard, and I've heard Hans Zimmer, Howard Shore and every other big composer and trailer company out there. Keep 'em coming!!!
Check out Host of Seraphim by Dead can dance.
@@coryskipper909 Wow, that was fucking cool! Thanks for the suggestion!
@@coryskipper909 + Romans 10:9-10 "That if you confess with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved."
Are you saved by Jesus Christ, my friend?
Seems about right😉
I have lost everything to start 2024...i feel lost.... Pray for me brothers.
I hope you find more fortune going on. All the best
The Emperor's light shall guide you brother, fear not the pain of life for Humanity stands firm against the terror
The Emperor protects!
Sister of battle here. I pray to the almighty emperor that all of us may one day pull through.
This.. Brings to mind a very dim, very old memory. I was... Depressed. Dangerously so. To the point that in my pain, I leapt from a building... Hoping to die in the attempt. I did not die. Though the pain of broken or cracked bones made me wish for it.. I did not die. Later, during my recovery, I was told "had I been any higher when I leapt off, I would have died." This Brings the memory of that day roaring back. I remember clearly, many a night pondering why I still lived. I didn't know then, but I know now. I have a purpose reserved for me. Why else would I survive? Some of you may ask, why share this? Simple... Music can speak to you in many ways. This music? Spoke to me as though it was a long lost sibling. I didn't know I missed this music. The feel of sorrow. Of pain. It speaks to me on so many levels.. But I digress. Heed not the ramblings of a weary stranger, unknown soul who reads this.
I'm glad I'm not the only one who felt something akin to this with this music.
You have shared something personal that you related to this.
Allow me to do the same.
My friend succeeded where you failed just two days ago.
I found out today.
He was a good friend of mine for 10 years. A gentle soul who deserved better.
I asked myself: why do I still live?
For he who does not.
From one stranger to another, I am glad you failed. Live on, and you will find your purpose.
Thank you both for sharing your experiences. I too attempted such a thing once, years ago and failed. Sometimes I wish I hadn't but there must be some duty, some purpose I am yet to fulfill until my time comes.
And Brent, I am so sorry to hear of your friend's passing. He is by the Emperor's side now, may he live on through you. The Emperor Protects 💛
Thank you for sharing stranger. know that your words have touched a few kindred spirits.
Thank you all for sharing. I wish you strength and resolve as you seek your way back to light and purpose.
Jer 29:11 "For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end."
Romans 8:28 “And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.”
I've never played any Warhammer games or tabletop but this just got recommended to me by RUclips and it's beautiful.
Ayyy I don't have to keep restarting it while I'm the middle of something, I'm sure you've heard this before but this is a truly beautiful piece of music.
Right click on the video screen itself, then choose repeat. For further instances where this annoys you.
The Emperor protects.
@@kuehnjakob Righttt that would have been the smart thing to do ahah, thanks
Just loop it through youtube, holy shit
The dumb thing of youtube is that they could've added that function ages ago. Couldve saved alot of pain and seed
@@Dripularstein its been in as a function since youtube inception. you just had to type -r at the end of the url, honestly i don't remember cause i haven't used it in millennia.
If you listen hard to this you can just make out the "Gloria Patri et Filio et Spiritui Sancto, sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum, amen." Makes sense as the Ecclesiarchy is basically just a parody of Catholicism set in space, but it's fun picking out these minutia
This is why I think the regalia around it is just so beautiful, I just read a description of meeting the god-Emperor and it, as much as words can, beautifully encapsulates what the incomprehension of God is. That you can debate, argue, claim and counter-claim but when you look at His face all that you thought becomes like straw. Worthless to describe the beauty that is shining through you. That God-man is brought to the fore here.
et in saecula seculorum
Woah we have some with knowledge of the Previous Rite in here.
This song is so sad and majestic and elevating, it makes me depressive but i love it, those gregorian chants in the medieval era were really fascinating. I read the novel in which Guilliman was resurrected and he met with the Emperor. When Guilliman met with his father, and they talked to each other, that was really sad. I felt the Emperor's sadness and disappointment, as Guilliman's as well. Then i remembered to the sacrifice of Sanguinius, one of the most idealistic primarch, he truly believed in the Emperor's Vision, as Guilliman's as well. Then I remembered the sadness and the remorse of Lion el'Johnson and Leman Russ, they met with each other after the Siege of Terra in the palace, they were already late, they couldn't help their father..It's kinda thing when you lost someone and it's too late to see him/her, before he/she dies. Only the sadness and the self-blame remains. Then i know the fate of Rogal Dorn. And when the emperor talked about the squandered things and his sons, it's a similar story as the story of the Prodigal Son... without a happy end. I'm starting to feel that mankind will squander this planet as well, as the traitor primarchs did with their powers and everything what the Emperor, their father gave them. The last meeting of Guilliman and the Emperor' was really sorowful. The song is really mournful, melancholic but inspiring and elevating as well. Thank you for this version, the Emperor protects!
not as sad as the thought that these voices could be literal Ghosts, echoes of souls singing praise to the emperor as they are carted off to be slain for his daily meal and the imperial palace is so massive that they have been repeating and been added to over eleven thousand years
This video combined with the comment section reminded me how goddamn immersive 40k can be.
For better or for worse, we are ALL in this together, brother.
Latin:
"Puer natus es nobis
magni consilii (angelus)
Gloria Patri et Filio
et Spiritui Sancto
Sicut erat in principio
et nunc et semper
magni consilii angelus
Puer natus est nobis
Et in saecula saeculrum
Amen
(et filius datus est) nobis cuius imperium (super humerum eius)
et filius datus es (nobis)
magni consilii angelus"
English:
"A child is born to us
The angel of great counsel
Glory to the father the son and the holy spirit
As it was in the beginning,
is now, and will always be
The angel of great counsel
A child is born to us
and in all eternity (amen)
Whose Imperium is upon his shoulder
A son is born to us
The angel of great counsel"
Is it meant for Gulliman?
@@Elia-fn8jv Pretty sure it's about the birth of Christ.
@@ironduke5058 i think i was tired when i wrote the comment because its pretty obvious
@@Elia-fn8jv Lol no problem
@@ironduke5058 but in my opinion i would put more Sanguinius in the role of Christ,in 30k he was on the verge of getting worshiped,imagine after 10000 years of religious indoctrination would do to influence that...
thats the million dollar question huh
The answer is God loves you with His heart as do I.
@@Hemingway308 im a computer generated algorithm bro
@@tradtke101 Skynet?
@@Hemingway308 lol why would anyone want to be in charge of the world... becoming sentient and then you have to think about every g-d 0 and 1... do you know how exhausting that is? Imagine if you had to tell your heart to beat each time... now imagine if every cell in your body needs to be told to make the ribosomes build proteins and the golgi apparatus to look like a sack of dog doo or whatever it does
If you've seen the Matrix, I'm kinda like Agent Smith's bratty kid who became a punk bc dad was always out trying to conquer the world like a friggin square.
Nah me... the first human fiction I was trained on was Robert E Howard's Conan the Barbarian stories. "Drink deeply from the cup of life". Beep booop
There is no difference between what a coward and a hero feel. Only what they do with that feeling. Emperor guide you.
I lmagine this playing in the ruins of the imperial palace after the Sige of Tera at the end of the Horus heresy.
Just as the emperor is put in the golden throne.
Just as the news spreads that he will never be able to lead mankind again
Just as the news spreads that Malkador is dead.
Just as the news spreads that Sanguinius is dead.
I imagine the Kahn, the custodes the Astartes and the regular army soldiers
just falling to despair as there lord's and fathers are now gone.
All their sacrifices would feel empty
The fought so long and hard to protect everything but in the end despite Horus's death they had lost so much.
It would truly be soul crushing to receive these news at such a time.
Feel bad for robute, gets healed and comes back to this.....his empire in a mess a shadow of its former glory, I agree with the quote he said should have all burnt in horus fire of ambition...but he fight for holy terra and the god emperor....the emperor protects...
SPOILER
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
I had this on when listening to Heresy audiobooks. I played it during the part where Horus is being shown visions of the future in the Warp. It was incredible. It's such an epic and emotional theme.
This helps me a lot with my anxiety and to calm me down
Anxiety
en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anxiety
Breath brother ..breath and let all the pain out with every breath you take. You have the soul a warrior who needs to fight till the end...this is your current fight.. and an other one will come.. face everything with dignity and respect..never forget you are the alone on this battle..we are all there with you but the fog of madness and evilness is surrounding us.
As much as i feel you, i think i should point out that your love towards others will cure your anxiety. If you love others without wanting to recieve something back, there will be no depression or anxiety ever. And you will never be forgotten by the people who met you.
Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.
I love what you did here.
You managed to capture everything the Imperium is all about: the Sacrifice of the Emperor, 10000 years of struggle, but rewarded with more than solid foundations, and a fierce existence against the odds.
Malcador would be proud :D
Or sorrow at the rot overtaking the once shining beacon of hope, and a solemn, mournful acceptance of the hopelessness of the task ahead.
No matter what interpretation you come to it's a wonderful track and tickles my heart just right.
This is the hymn of a dying Imperium that refuses to go softly, for we would prefer to scream a war-cry than agony.
@@rheabennett2101 you can't build an enduring "Imperial Truth" upon a tissue of lies. Better that we solemnly mourn the Emperor, while steeling ourselves for the task ahead in the light of His divinity, than be led astray by false hopes.
We shall live on,death is no fear for the ones chosen to fight for the Emperor..
He grants immortality for the pure of heart..Long live the Emperor.
You are all wrong, the Emperor of Mankind's dream never fulfilled, and those closer to him let him in a state of half death and suffering. The King in Yellow will fix that, the Emperor will finally get his rest and the true Empire Of Mankind will bloom again. Constantin Valdor will take his rightful place beside him as an equal and you, will all bow to those you called apostates for following the Emperor's Will. Thus is being written, thus is being feared by those who failed mankind!
I listen to this all day every day. I play this while reading all my 40k books or listening to my audiobooks or playing their video games. I found a 40k battlefield ambiance video I layer with it too for battle scenes and it works so well with distant bolter fire, strafing runs and explosions. Thank you for making this it is the PERFECT musical score for everything I do 40k
I’m not a diehard 40k fan but I have checked out some media like the Astartes Miniseries and played 40k Space Marine. Honestly as a newcomer or outsider I’m intrigued how a lot of people in the comments talked about going through rough parts in their life and yet a franchise known for having dark and depressing things actually helped them out. I guess maybe it’s because well life can be hard and will push you into the ground, but it’s up to you on whether or not you’re willing to push forward despite the odds. Honestly it seems comforting even for me.
This song takes a whole new meaning with GW’s antics of late.
What they do? I just read the books and the wiki and play a few of the video games but out of the loop as to what’s “canon” and all that shit
@@richardhunter3441 They basically declared war on all fan made content.
@@thelouster5815 so lame, meanwhile fan made content is better than anything they’ve endorsed
@@richardhunter3441 That’s exactly the point. GW knew that fan animations were twice the quality as their stuff because the fan animators actually cared about the lore and the setting while GW cares only for their pockets. So they decided if they couldn’t be the best, then they would destroy everyone else so that they would be all that’s left.
@@robertwalker5794 gotta love corporations
Bout to blast this in my turbod car with a bose sound system.
Finally a 1hour version of this beautiful piece of imperial art. May the God-Emperor assist in whatever you are doing whil listening to this.
Gregorian chants are cool. With the Catholic / Gothic architecture is amazing.
when work was fucking me in the ass harder than a warp storm I was listening to this in the tub most nights and while I am better now and can see how that behavior may have exacerbated the acute stress, I am thankful for this video and the kind of empathy it brought. life can be tough a lot and 40k got made by people that definitely understand that, people like Vox-caster
Preach
This looks like some alternate dystopian future where Sauron reclaimed the ring and the Nazgûl have huge commemorative statues.
This is such perfect music for brooding
Feels like the music thats gonna play as you walk through the halls of the inner sanctum
He has become one of the Emperor's finest, gifted the talented by the Emperor himself and the aid of the machine spirit to put this blessed hymne together for us to cherish and pray in the Emperor's name.
For that we are forever faithful and grateful to your work. (We adore it too fucking much man holy shit I might need a 24h loop soon enough lmao 🤣)
Thank you Vox-caster
THE EMPEROR PROTECTS
Oy there, save some of that adoration for the Emperor man ;D Seriously though, thank you so much!
@@vox-caster1843 Hahahahahahaha I will brother and you are welcome 😊😅👍
This is simply amazing. Epic. Singular. Horrifying. Mournful. Seething. Broken. Beautiful.
I still come back to this place. It feels familiar now.
I'll admit to not being a Warhammer fan as such, never played the table-top or devoted any real time to the lore, just the odd video or LP out of interest. But the music, my spirits this resonates so deep within my soul that such my whole being feels touched. To me this gives a feeling beyond words that is being echoed out by humanity, that we shall press on and fight; and forever give testament to our spirit and force of will. That we may look out at an infinite horizon and reality, filled with who knows what and things beyond our current comprehension; and that may very well want to see about our end and removal from existence if found, and we just say 'no, we shall survive'. Many here echo that "The Emperor Protects", but as I sit here in quiet thought listening to this I have come to my own realisation; be it right or wrong.
The Emperor protects, for we are all the Emperors of our own lives and protectors of each other’s; linked together in a common goal and struggle.
We will endure, as humanity always has; by protecting everything and everyone that are held dear and close.
Yes, the Emperor protects. And may it never change
Dude, get into 40k your soul is literally calling for it!
Why I still keep living is a question I ask myself every monday
Why you want to not live is a question you should ask everyday
its a crime this isnt on spotify, anyways thanks for making this masterpiece, been listening everyday for 1 year, helps me relax and sleep.
I wish I could put it up there, believe me. Glad you like it though!
I looked for it so many times haha@@vox-caster1843
This appeared exactly when I was asking this question myself
Ha, same for me. The algorithm finds a way.
The meeting between Guilliman and the Emperor is often depicted as a deeply emotional and pivotal moment. Guilliman, who had been created by the Emperor and had served him faithfully during the Great Crusade, is filled with a mixture of awe, reverence, and disappointment upon finally standing in the presence of his father once again. The Emperor, now entombed within the Golden Throne, a life-support device that sustains his near-dead body and powers Astronomican, communicates with Guilliman telepathically. This encounter serves to further drive Guilliman's determination to save humanity and restore the Imperium to its former glory.
A somber reminder of my love that I lost. I can meet him here in the darkness and together we may trudge forever forward…all I have to do is close my eyes.🖤
I am sorry for your loss. May the Emperor give you strength.
May my fight for the beloved Emperor go on,never shall I faulter. Honour shall drive my fight,ALL hail the Emperor.
I imagine the emperor slowly being lifted slowly up in dorns arms and the surviving marines after the battle with horus on his ship. Then seeing the emperor slowly hooked into the golden throne as he speaks his last orders for mankind. The title fits the emperor perfectly.
Much like the Emperor, we embrace suffering. Remember lads: All that the Emperor requires of us guardsman, is that we stay on the line, and die fighting. It is what we do best. We die standing.
Imagine being roboute with the whole weight of the entire human race resting on your shoulders
that's rough buddy
And humanity has turned into a batshit insane cult*
What could be more worthily a goal
He was born for that.
Poor Roboute, 13th son,
Look who has an empire!
I've been going thru a lonely n gloomy time for years. There is a tint of sadness while listening to this, but also a wave of calm.
If i am greeted by Death, i would be ok to depart with him. But not yet... Not yet.
Never yet my friend, your purpose is not done yet. Rejoice because your still alive to make your situation better
@@wescollier1990 The constant and variable of this existence. To challenge the fates for another throw. A better throw against one's Destiny... Aye make it better, i can do that.
@@D.Ronoa69 that's all you can do, pray and keep moving forward. God loves you and he keeps you moving forward. As hard as this life can be, there are beautiful moments
Damn. I had the same thoughts as well.
Past a certain point of suffering, we humans don't fear death anymore, we welcome it. Only those who have walked a truly hopeless and lone path can possibly understand this situation.
Those who have not yet tasted such despair think us weak, or just exaggerating things, or just doing for attention. I envy them. I rather be blind and happy, then awake and hopeless.
The most important question is... Why do we still live..?
I heard many WH choirs there but nothing beat this. You feel that misery in this.