As an Elite Reaper...it is my job to knock at ones door...rake them by the hand, and walk them to their resting place...to put one at ease with the world....to allow one to pass to spirit rehelm...maybe some day one of us will knock at your door...and when death knocks at ones door...one must answer...
"There must be some mistake!" the old man cried to the ferryman. "I'm not dead!" The ferryman kept his head low, steering the boat along. "It's not true!" the man shouts, "I'm leaving the boat." As he takes his jacket off and moves the the edge of the boat the ferryman turns and grabs his shoulder, stopping him. The old man looks at the black nothingness inside the ferryman's hood, "where are you taking me?" For the first time the ferryman spoke, "...to your wife..." He points towards shore where a woman stands waving. The man falls to his knees crying, "Why? Why am I dead?" The ferryman puts a hand back on his shoulder, more consoling this time, "...because everyone is not perfect, and our imperfection leads to our death..." The old man looks to the ferryman. No longer did he hurt, no longer was he hungry. He left for his wife and the ferryman was left alone in his boat again, until he found another soul...
Althaea Ratliff the Religion there can be no hymn for death, without life. Even in our imperfection do you know what we are, what we long for. Something so close enough to touch...but impossible to reach.
We, ourselves as humans, will always want answers to what comes after. We will never rightly know until we are dead. I find that quite sad but it should be said that comfort will always be found in the thought of the ability to reach out and talk to those who have passed. Some how filling this in makes some people comfortable with the thought of their own demise. Have I gotten close to this divine force?, no. I can only think, hope, and ponder about what comes after.
Jokes on you I know at least one of the people who put a comment on this video is a writer, I am one, however, if I wanted to write something as dark as this song id need to place myself under the dark for a while and listen to nothing but sad intrumentals
KEI I’m sorry I have to comment this isn’t even a sad instrumental, here’s a link to a dark song that’s absolutely stunning it takes my breath away with the crescendo.
@@Name.......... I know, I am saying that i listen to a lot of instrumental music, so i said that out of habit, i only call something instrumental when it doesnt have lyrics
What really gives the chills is that on this day we represent nearly 2% of all humans who existed, and Homo Sapiens existed for over 300 000 years. And 2% of 300 000 is 6 000, that would have been the number of years necessary for all currently living humans to be born and still be alive to get to that percentage, if only the human population had remained constant since the beginning of its history.
*death* Is it not a word for lost A word for confusion Or a word for greed Sometimes we die in a sad, sad way Sometimes we feel different in a scary way Is it death we hunger for Is it greed we lust for Or is it all we die for Many, many are gone but they live on Not in a body not in a void But in our hearts They are here because of our memories Our forgiveness Our love Its not a coffin that holds a simple cold body that's emotions don't work Its a person that feels lost while laying in such a death bed A person that is lost wondering if they will find you or they'll find them self Greed is what the humans want a person that wants more then love a kiss or a hug Its what we all need A simple coffin made just for one..the greedy one that shall live no more... *thanks for reading*
As someone who has been listening to your music for a while I can truly appreciate that you are improving in how you are able to pull the emotions of the listeners. Well Done
Not "calm" and "relaxing" to Me! All it does is make Me cry because I lost My mommy one year ago today because of My Old Man's selfishness and pettiness! 🤔🙄😒🤨😠👎🏻
"Don't be afraid" she said, looking out the window into the darkness. They both sat in silence, so silent that they were able to hear the little droplets of rain patting on the window gently, but soon enough, he broke the silence. " I'm not afraid, I'm terrified " " But... Death is an adventure, my love. " " an adventure, so you say? Then why do people cry over the dead? " She looked at him in the eye, trying to answer him... " Death is an adventure for the dead, although sometimes painful, it's something you have to accept and let nature take its course, and when they cry at your grave, they cry because they will miss the adventures they had with you, and because they'll be missing out an adventure you're having without them". He squeezed her hand, " But I don't you want to go " She kisses him softly on the cheek. " it's time for me to go, my son, just promise me one thing... you will sing me deaths hymn when you're stoof at my grave. "
As a deathly silence fell amongst the room The room grew cold They both knew that death was here with them...standing along side them At last death made himself viable He kneeled down to the boy and in an alarmingly calm voice death began to speak He said to the boy, "It is going to be ok...she will not feel pain....she he will not suffer....she will feel warm...comfortable....tiered...she will drift to sleep....then I will proceed to put her at peace....is there anything you would like to say further before she gently slips away from life?" The boy looked death in the eyes, instead of cowering and hiding, the boy huged the reaper...and the reaper huged back...tears began to stream down the boys face...all three of them knew....it was time....and it would all be over......soon
@@Viking-Grafton and with one last look at the woman who had held him, clothed him, fed him, LOVED him, he whispered two singular words. "Thank you..." The reaper waited, for even though he spoke not, he knew he wasn't done with his final farewell. The boy held her hand, her grip was weakening in his grasp. She was right Death was an adventure. An unexpected journey. But just because someone was right, didn't mean it wouldn't hurt like all the axes and swords in the world weren't bearing down on him. It was too much. He let go. Her hand dropped and the reaper moved in. The very last of her breath fell away from her lips and then, as the reaper had promised, she passed silently and peacefully into the realm of the dead, the realm of those who had seen all there was to. She was at peace. So, even if the boy was heartbroken, as the lone tear fell down his cheek, he realized something. He was too.
@user-rl8oz7re8t Let's hope death can be something positive. That's what allows me to keep living. I can't accept death as something I need to fear after the difficult life we've lived.
As I looked into the sky, I wondered. What did I wonder? I can't exactly say. I saw the storm clouds gather, as the sun remained beaming true before the light was consumed. Frozen winds blew over me, and I clutched my coat a little tighter. A little. I stood there for a while. I can't exactly say how long. I felt like I was taking my last breaths as the chilling breeze cut into my skin. I fell. I lied there. Life and death aren't that different, really. When the sands of time stop flowing, they meet. They don't contrast. They bond together. Your memories flash by. And you look forward. They always imagine death as black, but I imagine it as a mirror. It reflects you lifetime back at you. The light at the end of the tunnel. But, sometimes, the rain dies down. I was strong. I remembered I had more to do before I could walk down that beautiful tunnel. So I picked a blooming flower, and stood up as the sun broke through the storm. The flower was black. The field was white. It was a wonderful bit of symbolism, really. No matter how beautiful life may seem, there is always one shadow amongst it. Ready to remain past the others.
"Why?" he said as if a whisper, his head was getting heavy and his eyelids heavier, struggling to keeps his eyes open flashes of the past came and went like a movie reel, showing him what was and how it came to be. It felt like the seconds became minutes, hours, days and even years. From the time he was an infant till this very moment, he watched it over and over again refusing to let go trying to re-live what has passed, but still unable to no matter how much he tried. "Why?" questioned the man. "Because that's how it came to be, what's done is done" a voice suddenly answered as time came to a standstill. "Who is there?" said the man. "Death" the voice said as an apparition like figure walked closer. "But it can't be, how can it be?" said the man. "Oh, but it is" answered Death. "But why?" questioned the man again. "You ask a lot of questions" answered Death, "but if I have to answer, it is because it is your time". "I still don't want to die!!" said the man aggrieved. "But here you are about to die, and nothing can be done" argued Death. "But I have been a good righteous man, can't I get more time" the man argued back. "Righteous, sinner, good or bad, it is all the same to me" Death answered him. "Isn't there anything that can be done?" asked the man. "I'm afraid not, it is all too late" said Death. "Then what about my loved ones?" asked the man. "Their time will come too eventually" said Death. "That is not what I am asking!!" said the man aggrieved. "Then what do you mean?" asked Death. "How will their lives turn out without me?" asked the man. "Who knows" answered Death, "that is for them to find out" "…" The man was stumped not knowing what else to ask. "If you have no more questions, then it is time to go" said Death as walked away a few steps, he turned around and said "follow me". "No" said the man unwilling, "I don't want to!" "You don't have a choice in the matter" stated Death as a fact "willing or not, you don’t have a place in the world of the living anymore" And before the man could say anything, everything faded into black. "No hard feeling, a job is a job" said death vanishing the way he came.
Life and death talked about the world. Then life asked death:"why are people scared of you?" death looked into the heaven and said:"its because you are a beautiful lie and I am the painful truth." Edit: stay healthy my dear stranger.
Grief If in grief remember that you never have anyone forever They are merely borrowed to you They are in a better place,better than earth They see you They hear what you say They're still here just unseeable in the light of day
Death is not what we fear. We fear Leaving those we love behind. We fear the darkness. Don't be afraid of death. Be happy about it. You are only a gift from God sent to death. We are gifts to the one we believe we fear. That makes us cruel and heartless. Embrace death for it is only new and eternal life. We fear the pain we will feel. The sadness of others. We do not think about anything other than that. People hear the word death and instantly think of dark nothing and sad people. But what they don't think of is the gift that we are to the one who leads us to eternity to all life. Till death do us part.
Death means nothing in the grand scheme of things. It is simply the end of life. However it is up to you to find what it means to you in the present. Whether it is something to celebrate or to grieve about, whether to look forward to it or fear it. It is ultimately the end of life, and can mean nothing, but everything.
Think of Death as an old friend, come to alleviate your sorrows and unburden you of your exhaustion. The beauty is there within Death much like Life. We fear not Death but the unknown that accompanies Death.
Am I the only one thinking of a beautiful beach scene or nice a rain forest covered in colorful bright flowers and a gorgeous scenery. Honestly the sound of rain isn’t meant to be sad nor is this song dark at all. And since I love the rain it just makes me think of a nice rainy day where the grass is blowing, wind in your hair and the expansive smell of nature all around you.
Come sweet death, Come sweet death, I've waited, and I come. I know what you are, and I'm not afraid. As I lie, I start to see an endless dark hole with my sins. Then I shout out, Come sweet death for that I see. A cheesy poem I know but I'm trying.
Come sweet death, I've waited long. I know what you are and I'm not afraid. As I lie I start to see, a dark endless hole with my sins. Then I shout out; Come sweet death for that i see. Nothing lies ahead for me
I'm writing a climactic scene in my book where the main character's husband dies right before her eyes and this fits the scene perfectly. I was searching for a soundtrack to fit the mood and I found it. I can always count on Lucas King to deliver the most hauntingly beautiful soundtracks. Great job!
I wrote one similar. Except as she was able to rescue him from his eternal damnation and torment. His life was immediately drained from him the moment she was able to embrace him. (Its a pretty.. blasphemous love story.)
Death is never the end it's a beginning Where peace finally comes no more torment no more suffering no more vivid dreams flashbacks finally peace has come
Death is a beautiful concept. It's something vile we all want to escape from in a great time of need. It's like a person we think best to ignore in order to carry out the daily peace in our own little world. Do you want to know why death is something I find awesome and wonderful? In a way, people could summarize death as the equivalent despair to the same hope that drives them each morning, to talk to the same friends, to carry out the same routine, to meet others and gain some new and dry perception of life, and maybe even go out a night or two to celebrate the time that escapes our present moment. Is death really anything ugly? In fact, look at all the illness we have brought upon our own kind in this life of a heartbeat. How could anyone truly call that anything amazing? All it takes is one singular and powerful thought to realize how tranquil the act of departing the world is. There'd be no love, hatred, dreams, nightmares, suffering, destructive prosperity, and there would be no trials of creating a mind that usually has no value in the world beyond death. I enjoy ordinary people for how they are able to delude themselves, but I also kind of hate them out of pure disgust. It is because their actions are the same, no matter what destiny changes or alters. They'll always come to do the same thing, because there is a great comfort in the ultimate deception. Man's own lies. Fruitless smiles, meaningless values, and useless convictions that do not place power to prevent the disaster and weakness humanity allows to develop. There is no future we want to make our own. Our dreams are meaningless, our ambitions are seeds that have yet to rot itself out, our prayers are cries we recognize to excuse how powerless our existence is, our beauty is made artificial in the eyes of the public, our morality maybe is noble but time will come when they fail to meet their own ideology. Almost every person, including myself, embody an aspect of generic features, many not so different from others, some too similar, so we should question ourselves if we died, how would the world be affected in the long term? Sure, loved ones will mourn, keep you as a memory, but those cherished images will perish in ashes when grimness invites itself to the end of their life. Death is such a lovely concept. There'd be no point, no journey, no ugliness, no beauty, no pain, and no expected blessings to reign upon down our waste of space and oxygen. That is why death should be the happiest thing on earth! LOLOLOLOL. *sound of painful and awesome captivating laughter* DEATH IS JUST ONE FUNNY JOKE OF terrible timing. Happy holidays!
You’re the only music creating channel I’m subbed to. Your work is outstanding and I love every new piece you make. Each unique in its own way, with creative titles and tones. Keep up the amazing work!
So many years has past. Yet many still live. But soon enough. Your name will be written down, on death's list. And soon enough... You will. Be missed... Many may, or may not beable to reach the future. But they may, or may not beable to do things on their own, from what it takes. To reach. The future... But no matter how hard you try. I still belive in you.... Always stay strong.. Always
As she closed her eyes, everything turned black. The time came to a still as her loved ones looked at her... They were devastated. As the light escaped from her eyes into the air, her eyes turned darker and darker until you could see nothing but black. As she perished, she turned paler and paler until she was pure white. As her soul escaped her body, the soul wandered and wandered until she just turned more and more evil. She killed all the people who made her this way. She was also a lonely teenager with no one by her side. The loneliness killed her. The harsh words from the people killed her confidence. The guilt killed her conscience. And most of all... her monsters killed her soul. She is all of us who are holding on right now and have no idea until when can we hold on...
this is another life after this one and the death is not the last it is the real starting of new other life either in paradise or hellfire ..that life what we call in islam: (hereafter )
"Sewn into the grounds of an ancient hill, in a land far from happiness lies not what one wishes to think of. The eyes of those who lay there, forever closed and glossed over like a beautiful locket that has no opening. The soil of the dead surrounds them as they rest in a never ending slumber of cold and dark. Damp rain is but a solemn and sad bringer of life, but falls on blind eyes and deaf ears. We bring life to death, for what atonement? The brightness of life, like a modest candle, reaches nothing but the surface of the dark silence. Forever said for those that remain, death is nothing but an ending, an ending that closes the book on life and eventually encompasses us all."
So long it has been since since the endless zeros and ones echoed the music of Herr King. But what is death to something that has never been and never will be? Once again Herr King's music gives an answer unknown to void and to nothing. Beautiful music like always, Herr King.
A kabal, My throat Of my hope It seathed with the sharpest blade... A will, undoubt A black heart it was indeed A soul with a cold, bout My mind is *put* at ease Let nightmares vacate from thee Sweet dreams Set free by purpose, at peace, at pain, for that they sever the coax. Precarious
I love to see myself in pain, razor and blood is my friends, the darkness I'm in love with them, thanks to my self hatred and depression, don't leave me buddy
The most sadder things in this world is when you are not ready to send someone away. But what's more saddest is, when u are not ready to send someone away, and not even thought of it.
Every time I listen to your music a part of me dies, the notes kill my emotions with devotion as if his only mission was to sow despair, all desire fails and all light dies for later rebirth with glory but still little to compare your notes.. the result is always the same, an abyss, a withered flower, a dream interrupted by a man who in the shadow of my ashes hides.
Death is just there because we haven't gotten rid of it yet, but do not feel disheartened, it is not our fault entirely; first we should think about whether or not we want it gone at all? eternal life is eternal suffering and there is nothing more terrifying than that. "live your life with death in mind." "all stories have an end, the question is how much are you willing to pay to prolong your own." "Beauty fades and that is why it is beautiful." "One can only accept death if they accept the life they lived." and "If you can, accept all the things you already know you cannot change, it can only hurt less when it inevitably happens."
This is what I call music. Sounds that make me feel like I'm in a different place. Sounds that make me feel something beautiful and intense. This is by no means scary, it is soul encompassing beauty. I am a huge fan.
And so you awaken, lethargic and sore Your back lay against a hard wall, hands resting on the dusty ground By your side, a lantern sits, the small candle flickering and shadows dancing. Looking around you see a path either side of you, leading away in to the inky darkness Above, a shear cliff of slate, extends to the void above And finally in front, the murky abyss. Gazing down the drop, a thick fog softly flows as if in a gentle breeze But none can be felt. Slowly, you hear a soft voice singing to you from the abyss Calm and gentle, the notes glide up to you. Stirring you rise, stepping close to the edge You listen entranced, the voice increasing in volume Something flickers in the mist, a dark serpentine figure looming in the haze. You raise a foot, hovering over the edge, but stop Thinking for a moment, that this could be the end, a fall without return The voice, ever gentle, assures and promises peace and tranquility No more burden of pain, of sadness, anger, nor regret. Still you stay yourself, and withdraw, Stepping back against the slate with a sigh you watch the mists Slowly you see a swirl, a triangular head coming through More defined than before, with glinting cobalt scales and piercing magenta eyes. The creature trills, soft and gentle _You may not come now, but inevitably you will_ _And you will always be welcome, when you wish to rest_ _For the gift I have, can not be denied_ _And your name_, you query _I am known by many_ _But you probably know me very simply_ _As the one called Death_ The serpentine being retreats, swallowed by the swirling mists But the song you can still hear, her soft notes and hums Long and sorrowful With a shudder you gaze down at the lantern to your right The candle burns still bright, but without wear. As you pick it up, you see a small piece of the path crack softly and drop away Raising the lantern you move to inspect And you watch, beginning to understand Another crack, slowly working over the path, small chips falling into the abyss That if you stay here, soon you will fall into the mists, weather you want to or not Standing back up again you turning around The slate cliff flanking your left The abyss to your right And what lays ahead, is a dark, dusty path Lifting the lantern, you march forward, into the darkness Knowing full well now that you must move forward Or fall into an embrace, you can never return For long you walk, the singing ever present, sometimes louder, sometimes quieter Thoughts running through your mind Memories fresh and old, flashing before your eyes Your body growing weary, hunched from the great march And as if a prayer had been answered the path widens You find yourself in an alcove large enough to lay in Maybe a small rest, is all you need The voice becomes clearer again _It pains me so, to see you endure for so long_ _Please accept this small gift, and know I mean no ill_ Sighing you lay down your lantern and rest Gazing up at the starless sky, watching the shadows dance from the candles light Then you hear it, something different Bolting up you search around wildly And there, a small crack in the slate Moving close you see, something magnificent and beautiful A land of green, and a sky of blue Where leaves blew, and birds flew Of flowing rivers, and a field of light You sat for an age, watching and drinking the sight And then came the voice, sorrowful and low _I am sorry, but I can hold this no more_ _Will you stay here, or will you go_ Whipping around you see it again The one you might call death The eyes betraying no malice or hate Mere pity and regret. _I am sorry you awoke here_ _But only an illusion is there_ _In the end, all will come here_ _Weather they see it, or not_ And then you notice it, the path crumbling What had only felt like minutes had in fact been days With a groan you rise, grasping the lantern and holding it high _But why me_ you demand A long silence passes, and then _I do not know_ _But I can not reject my nature_ _As you can not reject your fate_ _Like so many before you_ _But I can try and ease your way_ And so the being, which you seem to be a monster upon first glace Disappears again to whence it came Long notes and a deep hum sing, from the abyss so far away With a sigh you step out Onto the path again Looking back you see the alcove slowly fall away With a pang you feel like you are starting your journey again Like nothing had ever happened Turning forward, you continue on Marching the cold and dusty path _Why did you show me that_ You call _Why bother at all_ You feel the presence return, concealed by the veil The soft, gentle trill flows over to you _Because you awoke here_ _In this bleak place_ _And now see things true, as they should be_ _But for one so young, before your time_ _For you this is a curse, that you should not have yet seen_ _You should not be here, and I can not release you_ _I can only guide the lost and the fallen to peace_ _But for you, I will try and ease_ _As I said, the inevitable will occur_ _And I will embrace you, and relieve you_ _When I can, I will let you rest, and see the other side_ _Of what you have been cheated, and I regret, will not get_ A single tear, rolls down your face Your head hanging low, as your tremble and cry The lantern hangs by your side Slowly the song returns And up you look, to the one called Death Tears like gems, rolling down the cobalt scales _Come, your time is not yet_ _And while it saddens me to see your pain_ _There are still many things I can show you_ _Before the end of this road_ Lifting the lantern once more You set off again At slow pace On the dusty path In the realm of shadows The song of sorrow around you Abreast with the one called Death
A girl was standing in the darkness,confused and scared…a shallow figure approached her: -Where am I? What is this? -You are dead. -What does it mean to be ,,dead’’? -It is a new beginning,an opportunity. -Can mommy,daddy and big bro come? -Soon,very soon. Death took to girl by hand and walked with her into the darkness…
So scary... So dark... So beautiful...
Rainbow Unicorn so true
Just like my soul
Excluding the Buetifull bit
KevinTurtlePerson 42 😂😂😂
As an Elite Reaper...it is my job to knock at ones door...rake them by the hand, and walk them to their resting place...to put one at ease with the world....to allow one to pass to spirit rehelm...maybe some day one of us will knock at your door...and when death knocks at ones door...one must answer...
“Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it”
- Haruki Murakami
beautiful
It's a second life for certain, in a certain different world where all mankind gathers on the Judgment Day.
Manvir I THOUGH IT SAID HAKUNA MOTATA HAHAHAHHAHAGAGAGAGAGSGDGSGHS
This is the opening song to life of abuse
Yes. The last part.
"The only thing all humans are equal in... is death."
- Johan Liebert from the 'Monster'
TaeJune Yoon true and u got a like from me
The Queen of England: *Well then I am no human*
And It's "Every soul will taste death" in Quran.
@@bugraates3016 ok shut up
then i will not be just a mere human, I will ascend! I do not fear death. Death will fear me!
*death: a peaceful release, but a cold goodbye*
Now excuse me as a fall in love with this piece
I can confirm I said that
I thought you were able to unalive yourself
@@KevinSweet_ lol
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Peace ☝️🤓
"There are so many ways to die... The only true death is to never live."
- Kindred
Why not start to write a book
"There is no salvation from the dark. And for the dark is me"
-The Ruined King
Water is wet?
Doesn't make sense but sounds cool
@@RJchaotic lol
“You can’t touch music, but music can touch you.”
Yes it can touch your heart and take it.
Are We in Russia?
Woah.
Regular Show reference nice.
25.05.2019 - day of my death
“The real hero is the man who fights even though he is scared.”
-General George S. Patton
We fought the wrong enemy
"There must be some mistake!" the old man cried to the ferryman. "I'm not dead!" The ferryman kept his head low, steering the boat along. "It's not true!" the man shouts, "I'm leaving the boat." As he takes his jacket off and moves the the edge of the boat the ferryman turns and grabs his shoulder, stopping him. The old man looks at the black nothingness inside the ferryman's hood, "where are you taking me?" For the first time the ferryman spoke, "...to your wife..." He points towards shore where a woman stands waving. The man falls to his knees crying, "Why? Why am I dead?" The ferryman puts a hand back on his shoulder, more consoling this time, "...because everyone is not perfect, and our imperfection leads to our death..." The old man looks to the ferryman. No longer did he hurt, no longer was he hungry. He left for his wife and the ferryman was left alone in his boat again, until he found another soul...
Althaea Ratliff the Religion there can be no hymn for death, without life. Even in our imperfection do you know what we are, what we long for. Something so close enough to touch...but impossible to reach.
We, ourselves as humans, will always want answers to what comes after. We will never rightly know until we are dead. I find that quite sad but it should be said that comfort will always be found in the thought of the ability to reach out and talk to those who have passed. Some how filling this in makes some people comfortable with the thought of their own demise. Have I gotten close to this divine force?, no. I can only think, hope, and ponder about what comes after.
Althaea Ratliff the Religion there is Nothing. Abyss and Oblivion
sucks to be a ferryman
No wealth no land no silver or gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
Some of y'all commentors need to write books damn
True.
Jokes on you I know at least one of the people who put a comment on this video is a writer, I am one, however, if I wanted to write something as dark as this song id need to place myself under the dark for a while and listen to nothing but sad intrumentals
Death Spades I definitely do need to write a lot of books in the future. Maybe one day I will.
KEI I’m sorry I have to comment this isn’t even a sad instrumental, here’s a link to a dark song that’s absolutely stunning it takes my breath away with the crescendo.
@@Name.......... I know, I am saying that i listen to a lot of instrumental music, so i said that out of habit, i only call something instrumental when it doesnt have lyrics
There is sorrow in the air, pain in the rain, someone just lost everything.
woooooooof
Lost everything again
Brilliantly beautiful
@@diptisengupta6036 what happened
@@manjunathhosamani2059 it is not for us to know.
Pov: Your phone dies, but the music is still playing
Out of all 400 Billion Humans to exist, 393 billion are dead.
KevinTurtlePerson 42 Oh my I never knew!
Darkstalker its not that much, but still something to think about.......
one does wonder how much more there are too come ? ... perhaps a scary question to ask ...
Put it like that... they’ve really done a good job.
What really gives the chills is that on this day we represent nearly 2% of all humans who existed, and Homo Sapiens existed for over 300 000 years.
And 2% of 300 000 is 6 000, that would have been the number of years necessary for all currently living humans to be born and still be alive to get to that percentage, if only the human population had remained constant since the beginning of its history.
“Why is it that the beautiful things are entwined more deeply with death than with life?” - Kaneki Ken
"Death is a song all will hear"
"In the end only the dead shall remain"
💔💔💔💔💔
@halleluyah7190 o0o by the gods. That's a lot of worddsss
I broke it down the same way
@HalleluYAH 7 Grief is the prize we pay for love
@@Scavengers-ih2md that's very true
*death*
Is it not a word for lost
A word for confusion
Or a word for greed
Sometimes we die in a sad, sad way
Sometimes we feel different in a scary way
Is it death we hunger for
Is it greed we lust for
Or is it all we die for
Many, many are gone but they live on
Not in a body not in a void
But in our hearts
They are here because of our memories
Our forgiveness
Our love
Its not a coffin that holds a simple cold body that's emotions don't work
Its a person that feels lost while laying in such a death bed
A person that is lost wondering if they will find you or they'll find them self
Greed is what the humans want a person that wants more then love a kiss or a hug
Its what we all need
A simple coffin made just for one..the greedy one that shall live no more...
*thanks for reading*
I love it! It's absolutely beautiful! You should become a poet!
@@rethsogan251 is that you bunny Nicolas cage
Loved it soo much. Thanks for lifting up my mood💜
Dude, u r so right!
Oh lovely ❤️
This is the most relaxing piece that my ears and soul have ever felt. Guess I'm really dead inside.
As someone who has been listening to your music for a while I can truly appreciate that you are improving in how you are able to pull the emotions of the listeners.
Well Done
Ethan Rose I concur indefinitely.
Well well well
Pls, 10 hours version of this masterpeace. So calm and relaxing
Not "calm" and "relaxing" to Me! All it does is make Me cry because I lost My mommy one year ago today because of My Old Man's selfishness and pettiness! 🤔🙄😒🤨😠👎🏻
"Don't be afraid" she said, looking out the window into the darkness.
They both sat in silence, so silent that they were able to hear the little droplets of rain patting on the window gently, but soon enough, he broke the silence.
" I'm not afraid, I'm terrified "
" But... Death is an adventure, my love. "
" an adventure, so you say? Then why do people cry over the dead? "
She looked at him in the eye, trying to answer him...
" Death is an adventure for the dead, although sometimes painful, it's something you have to accept and let nature take its course, and when they cry at your grave, they cry because they will miss the adventures they had with you, and because they'll be missing out an adventure you're having without them".
He squeezed her hand, " But I don't you want to go "
She kisses him softly on the cheek. " it's time for me to go, my son, just promise me one thing... you will sing me deaths hymn when you're stoof at my grave. "
As a deathly silence fell amongst the room
The room grew cold
They both knew that death was here with them...standing along side them
At last death made himself viable
He kneeled down to the boy and in an alarmingly calm voice death began to speak
He said to the boy, "It is going to be ok...she will not feel pain....she he will not suffer....she will feel warm...comfortable....tiered...she will drift to sleep....then I will proceed to put her at peace....is there anything you would like to say further before she gently slips away from life?"
The boy looked death in the eyes, instead of cowering and hiding, the boy huged the reaper...and the reaper huged back...tears began to stream down the boys face...all three of them knew....it was time....and it would all be over......soon
Also....you just earned a subscriber
Oh damn.... this got me crying a bit... T-T
You should write a book about it
@@Viking-Grafton and with one last look at the woman who had held him, clothed him, fed him, LOVED him, he whispered two singular words. "Thank you..."
The reaper waited, for even though he spoke not, he knew he wasn't done with his final farewell. The boy held her hand, her grip was weakening in his grasp. She was right
Death was an adventure. An unexpected journey. But just because someone was right, didn't mean it wouldn't hurt like all the axes and swords in the world weren't bearing down on him. It was too much.
He let go.
Her hand dropped and the reaper moved in. The very last of her breath fell away from her lips and then, as the reaper had promised, she passed silently and peacefully into the realm of the dead, the realm of those who had seen all there was to. She was at peace.
So, even if the boy was heartbroken, as the lone tear fell down his cheek, he realized something.
He was too.
" I have no fear of death, it always sounded peaceful to me"
I have so fear 😢
@user-rl8oz7re8t Let's hope death can be something positive. That's what allows me to keep living. I can't accept death as something I need to fear after the difficult life we've lived.
"Death is the friend after life"
Write a book about it
La muerte es el amanecer!.
back in 2014, i used to have death anxiety but now i see it as liberation, a beautiful thing. 🖤
*“Death can too be beautiful.”* Nevermind I suck at quotes and poems, lol
Let me fix that for you;
*”Death is a beautiful but empty ocean.”*
"Death is alluring when life is chaos."
*“Death Beckons with it’s Haunting Beauty”*
"Death awaits for you with open arms when life turns it's back to you"
Death too, can be beautiful.
i found out this was on spotify now this is all im going to listen to
me to i can't stop listen to it😞 i have a fucking memores
As I looked into the sky, I wondered.
What did I wonder?
I can't exactly say.
I saw the storm clouds gather, as the sun remained beaming true before the light was consumed.
Frozen winds blew over me, and I clutched my coat a little tighter.
A little.
I stood there for a while.
I can't exactly say how long.
I felt like I was taking my last breaths as the chilling breeze cut into my skin.
I fell. I lied there.
Life and death aren't that different, really.
When the sands of time stop flowing, they meet.
They don't contrast.
They bond together.
Your memories flash by.
And you look forward.
They always imagine death as black, but I imagine it as a mirror.
It reflects you lifetime back at you.
The light at the end of the tunnel.
But, sometimes, the rain dies down.
I was strong.
I remembered I had more to do before I could walk down that beautiful tunnel.
So I picked a blooming flower, and stood up as the sun broke through the storm.
The flower was black.
The field was white.
It was a wonderful bit of symbolism, really.
No matter how beautiful life may seem, there is always one shadow amongst it.
Ready to remain past the others.
It's beautiful😢
Nice... Goes with the song
Is it a real song or ur feelings ??
Forward
honestly out of all the pieces you have made, this has and at the moment probably will be the hardest hitting piece you have made for me.
You never cease to amaze me.
yhea...and i hope he never ceases to amase us all
You looks like gay
Omg Hobbes!😂 Also, How to Train your Dragon quote?😆
As a first time listener, I'm glad that there's more amazement to be found here.
"Why?" he said as if a whisper, his head was getting heavy and his eyelids heavier, struggling to keeps his eyes open flashes of the past came and went like a movie reel, showing him what was and how it came to be.
It felt like the seconds became minutes, hours, days and even years. From the time he was an infant till this very moment, he watched it over and over again refusing to let go trying to re-live what has passed, but still unable to no matter how much he tried.
"Why?" questioned the man.
"Because that's how it came to be, what's done is done" a voice suddenly answered as time came to a standstill.
"Who is there?" said the man.
"Death" the voice said as an apparition like figure walked closer.
"But it can't be, how can it be?" said the man.
"Oh, but it is" answered Death.
"But why?" questioned the man again.
"You ask a lot of questions" answered Death, "but if I have to answer, it is because it is your time".
"I still don't want to die!!" said the man aggrieved.
"But here you are about to die, and nothing can be done" argued Death.
"But I have been a good righteous man, can't I get more time" the man argued back.
"Righteous, sinner, good or bad, it is all the same to me" Death answered him.
"Isn't there anything that can be done?" asked the man.
"I'm afraid not, it is all too late" said Death.
"Then what about my loved ones?" asked the man.
"Their time will come too eventually" said Death.
"That is not what I am asking!!" said the man aggrieved.
"Then what do you mean?" asked Death.
"How will their lives turn out without me?" asked the man.
"Who knows" answered Death, "that is for them to find out"
"…" The man was stumped not knowing what else to ask.
"If you have no more questions, then it is time to go" said Death as walked away a few steps, he turned around and said "follow me".
"No" said the man unwilling, "I don't want to!"
"You don't have a choice in the matter" stated Death as a fact "willing or not, you don’t have a place in the world of the living anymore"
And before the man could say anything, everything faded into black.
"No hard feeling, a job is a job" said death vanishing the way he came.
Damn bro
Life and death talked about the world. Then life asked death:"why are people scared of you?" death looked into the heaven and said:"its because you are a beautiful lie and I am the painful truth."
Edit: stay healthy my dear stranger.
I literally started crying when I read this. It's so deep and emotional and true. Thank you.
Don’t want to be a jerk, but I think it’s *scared*
The truth has been spoken
i just wrote the same without looking at this comment! a boy that i loved told me the same!
The original >> kambari-bum.deviantart.com/art/Life-asked-Death-337132232
Grief
If in grief remember that you never have anyone forever
They are merely borrowed to you
They are in a better place,better than earth
They see you
They hear what you say
They're still here just unseeable in the light of day
Death is not what we fear.
We fear Leaving those we love behind. We fear the darkness. Don't be afraid of death. Be happy about it. You are only a gift from God sent to death. We are gifts to the one we believe we fear. That makes us cruel and heartless. Embrace death for it is only new and eternal life. We fear the pain we will feel. The sadness of others. We do not think about anything other than that. People hear the word death and instantly think of dark nothing and sad people. But what they don't think of is the gift that we are to the one who leads us to eternity to all life.
Till death do us part.
Brooklyn Fields Amen
There are no god
"Death is not what we fear. We fear leaving those whom we love behind... The sadness of others...."
*Inhale, Sigh, nod*
Hi Brooklyn you are so beautiful and lovely,I want to be your friend
I don't live in the darkness,
Darkness lives in me
🖤
Death means nothing in the grand scheme of things. It is simply the end of life. However it is up to you to find what it means to you in the present. Whether it is something to celebrate or to grieve about, whether to look forward to it or fear it. It is ultimately the end of life, and can mean nothing, but everything.
Deep
I need to ease up on classical philosophy.....
Think of Death as an old friend, come to alleviate your sorrows and unburden you of your exhaustion. The beauty is there within Death much like Life. We fear not Death but the unknown that accompanies Death.
Helghast7 i like you.....
Skooma & Helghast...U got FB guys? Coz I would love to have you on my list
Am I the only one thinking of a beautiful beach scene or nice a rain forest covered in colorful bright flowers and a gorgeous scenery. Honestly the sound of rain isn’t meant to be sad nor is this song dark at all. And since I love the rain it just makes me think of a nice rainy day where the grass is blowing, wind in your hair and the expansive smell of nature all around you.
Come sweet death,
Come sweet death, I've waited, and I come.
I know what you are, and I'm not afraid.
As I lie, I start to see an endless dark hole with my sins.
Then I shout out, Come sweet death for that I see.
A cheesy poem I know but I'm trying.
Come sweet death,
I've waited long.
I know what you are and I'm not afraid.
As I lie I start to see,
a dark endless hole with my sins.
Then I shout out;
Come sweet death for that i see.
Nothing lies ahead for me
Awesome
When I read this I know it have an Evangelion reference
The darkness of this music gives silence and peace
I find beauty in darkness...
She saw the beauty in his darkness, he saw the darkness in her beauty...
La oscuridad y la muerte son dos bellas doncellas durmientes, sólo hace falta despertarlas para verlas esplendorosas!.
Some people just don't understand how beautiful the dark is and how much peace there is in death
This song has inspired me to write a book. You're such a talented composer, I would love to be able to play any of your music one day.
How can I get a copy of your book?
@@kylebenjamin9931 nothin is true
Everything is permitted
I'm writing a book too!
I'm writing a climactic scene in my book where the main character's husband dies right before her eyes and this fits the scene perfectly. I was searching for a soundtrack to fit the mood and I found it. I can always count on Lucas King to deliver the most hauntingly beautiful soundtracks. Great job!
I wrote one similar. Except as she was able to rescue him from his eternal damnation and torment. His life was immediately drained from him the moment she was able to embrace him.
(Its a pretty.. blasphemous love story.)
Warms my heart for some reason😔 Beautiful melody
one day, we're all gonna face him after all...
It's So Beautiful And Sad At The Same Time🖤
10th October was a holiday is a holiday and forever will be a holiday here in Kenya thankyou i meet you death
So dark....Yet so beautiful!
Very nice... Sound's a like an ancient Jedi graveyard with innocents fallen by Sith Warriors and now beeing forgotten forever... Sad and beautiful!
Death is never the end it's a beginning
Where peace finally comes no more torment no more suffering no more vivid dreams flashbacks finally peace has come
Death is a beautiful concept. It's something vile we all want to escape from in a great time of need. It's like a person we think best to ignore in order to carry out the daily peace in our own little world. Do you want to know why death is something I find awesome and wonderful? In a way, people could summarize death as the equivalent despair to the same hope that drives them each morning, to talk to the same friends, to carry out the same routine, to meet others and gain some new and dry perception of life, and maybe even go out a night or two to celebrate the time that escapes our present moment. Is death really anything ugly? In fact, look at all the illness we have brought upon our own kind in this life of a heartbeat. How could anyone truly call that anything amazing? All it takes is one singular and powerful thought to realize how tranquil the act of departing the world is. There'd be no love, hatred, dreams, nightmares, suffering, destructive prosperity, and there would be no trials of creating a mind that usually has no value in the world beyond death. I enjoy ordinary people for how they are able to delude themselves, but I also kind of hate them out of pure disgust. It is because their actions are the same, no matter what destiny changes or alters. They'll always come to do the same thing, because there is a great comfort in the ultimate deception. Man's own lies. Fruitless smiles, meaningless values, and useless convictions that do not place power to prevent the disaster and weakness humanity allows to develop. There is no future we want to make our own. Our dreams are meaningless, our ambitions are seeds that have yet to rot itself out, our prayers are cries we recognize to excuse how powerless our existence is, our beauty is made artificial in the eyes of the public, our morality maybe is noble but time will come when they fail to meet their own ideology. Almost every person, including myself, embody an aspect of generic features, many not so different from others, some too similar, so we should question ourselves if we died, how would the world be affected in the long term? Sure, loved ones will mourn, keep you as a memory, but those cherished images will perish in ashes when grimness invites itself to the end of their life. Death is such a lovely concept. There'd be no point, no journey, no ugliness, no beauty, no pain, and no expected blessings to reign upon down our waste of space and oxygen. That is why death should be the happiest thing on earth!
LOLOLOLOL. *sound of painful and awesome captivating laughter* DEATH IS JUST ONE FUNNY JOKE OF terrible timing. Happy holidays!
This song seems angelic. Death is not bad but it is the freedom of a soul from their body.
Amazing. You are Amazing. This song is Amazing. Wow.
super true
This isnt a Song...
the one sound at 0:22.. it always hit me right in my heart.. it almost sounds like someone is sobbing
Your music is always there for me, when no one else is. Thank you.
You have to appreciate that these kind of music really puts anyone in the mood
You’re the only music creating channel I’m subbed to. Your work is outstanding and I love every new piece you make. Each unique in its own way, with creative titles and tones. Keep up the amazing work!
PenguDanku imagine this comment coming from your profile picture is fucking gold.
life is like a curse mark that doesn’t disappear till death
This is the song that should be played in Lord of the Rings, right after a massive battle.
So many years has past. Yet many still live. But soon enough. Your name will be written down, on death's list. And soon enough...
You will. Be missed...
Many may, or may not beable to reach the future. But they may, or may not beable to do things on their own, from what it takes. To reach. The future...
But no matter how hard you try. I still belive in you....
Always stay strong.. Always
MemeLord DK I won’t be
As she closed her eyes, everything turned black. The time came to a still as her loved ones looked at her... They were devastated. As the light escaped from her eyes into the air, her eyes turned darker and darker until you could see nothing but black. As she perished, she turned paler and paler until she was pure white. As her soul escaped her body, the soul wandered and wandered until she just turned more and more evil. She killed all the people who made her this way. She was also a lonely teenager with no one by her side. The loneliness killed her. The harsh words from the people killed her confidence. The guilt killed her conscience. And most of all... her monsters killed her soul. She is all of us who are holding on right now and have no idea until when can we hold on...
The song is absolutely fantastic. I seriously dont get shy this is considered a dark type of music.
when i will die i want this song in background
handsome music as always lucas
Вордеф I want to die this song
i don't understand XD
Вордеф where are you from
mamma mia pizzeria, i'm italian
this is another life after this one and the death is not the last it is the real starting of new other life either in paradise or hellfire ..that life what we call in islam: (hereafter )
every time i come back here i read the quote at the beginning and i feel a little better than before
Wow. I got the chills right from the beginning. Thank you a lot for this work!
It makes me think about the day that was dying and it makes me appreciate my life right with my family. ❤
20 Deatheaters disliked this. Get it? 'Cuz Voldemort was afraid of death? Nvm, I'll go lol.
I just finished reading Deathly Hallows yesterday so I was happy to see this comment haha
@@LucasKingPiano same actually
May this hymn allow any restless, wayward souls the peace they deserve. Rest unto eternity till we meet again.... in another life
"Sewn into the grounds of an ancient hill, in a land far from happiness lies not what one wishes to think of. The eyes of those who lay there, forever closed and glossed over like a beautiful locket that has no opening. The soil of the dead surrounds them as they rest in a never ending slumber of cold and dark. Damp rain is but a solemn and sad bringer of life, but falls on blind eyes and deaf ears. We bring life to death, for what atonement? The brightness of life, like a modest candle, reaches nothing but the surface of the dark silence. Forever said for those that remain, death is nothing but an ending, an ending that closes the book on life and eventually encompasses us all."
Such an emotional beautiful choir piece 🙏🙏🙏
Magnifique, franchement bravo, c'est digne des plus grands compositeurs !
This song made me imagine my memories with my men, they fought for the country but were not appreciated🙂💔
I am sorry for your loss
,,Death is not cruelial, it's patience, unlike life"
-Caustic from the apex
To be able to see the sounds of this piece is truely captivating 🥰 💕 I'm speechless
So long it has been since since the endless zeros and ones echoed the music of Herr King. But what is death to something that has never been and never will be? Once again Herr King's music gives an answer unknown to void and to nothing. Beautiful music like always, Herr King.
R.I.P Mother I Was not There When you needed me and it's my fault your dead disobedience was my price 7-16-19 Goodbye
may her soul rest in piece.
rip😞
A kabal,
My throat
Of my hope
It seathed with the sharpest blade...
A will, undoubt
A black heart it was indeed
A soul with a cold, bout
My mind is *put* at ease
Let nightmares vacate from thee
Sweet dreams
Set free by purpose, at peace, at pain, for that they sever the coax.
Precarious
This is a hymn, a song to praise death, but you cannot have the hymn without that wich death is absent of...life.
A strong coax to guide me and it is a reality a breath not so far away
WOW, 2024 and still listening to this hauntingly beautifull peice!
I love to see myself in pain, razor and blood is my friends, the darkness I'm in love with them, thanks to my self hatred and depression, don't leave me buddy
Its so breathtaking, you can feel the sorrowing sound and the atmosphere
Thanks for this precious gift
The most sadder things in this world is when you are not ready to send someone away. But what's more saddest is, when u are not ready to send someone away, and not even thought of it.
You are the best and this music is really expressive
Every time I listen to your music a part of me dies, the notes kill my emotions with devotion as if his only mission was to sow despair, all desire fails and all light dies for later rebirth with glory but still little to compare your notes.. the result is always the same, an abyss, a withered flower, a dream interrupted by a man who in the shadow of my ashes hides.
Beautiful just beautiful...
simply beautiful
LUCAS KING CONGRATULATIONS!,EXCELLENT MIX OF DARKNESS,RAIN AND ÓPERA ! :-D
Actually this music give me chill and good relax mood🤝🏻💙
WONDERFUL DARK MUSIC!!!
Death is just there because we haven't gotten rid of it yet, but do not feel disheartened, it is not our fault entirely; first we should think about whether or not we want it gone at all? eternal life is eternal suffering and there is nothing more terrifying than that.
"live your life with death in mind."
"all stories have an end, the question is how much are you willing to pay to prolong your own."
"Beauty fades and that is why it is beautiful."
"One can only accept death if they accept the life they lived." and
"If you can, accept all the things you already know you cannot change, it can only hurt less when it inevitably happens."
Death comes for us all
Death comes for a soul
This is what I call music. Sounds that make me feel like I'm in a different place. Sounds that make me feel something beautiful and intense. This is by no means scary, it is soul encompassing beauty. I am a huge fan.
"Death is nothing to us,
since when we are,
Death has ot come,
and when Death has come,
We are not"
~ Epicurus
Death,the only thing we will never know.
“Death is beautiful once embraced” -unknown
Love this unbelievably beautiful voices ❤️
So dark. But yet so beautiful 🖤
Simply fantastic
And so you awaken, lethargic and sore
Your back lay against a hard wall, hands resting on the dusty ground
By your side, a lantern sits, the small candle flickering and shadows dancing.
Looking around you see a path either side of you, leading away in to the inky darkness
Above, a shear cliff of slate, extends to the void above
And finally in front, the murky abyss.
Gazing down the drop, a thick fog softly flows as if in a gentle breeze
But none can be felt.
Slowly, you hear a soft voice singing to you from the abyss
Calm and gentle, the notes glide up to you.
Stirring you rise, stepping close to the edge
You listen entranced, the voice increasing in volume
Something flickers in the mist, a dark serpentine figure looming in the haze.
You raise a foot, hovering over the edge, but stop
Thinking for a moment, that this could be the end, a fall without return
The voice, ever gentle, assures and promises peace and tranquility
No more burden of pain, of sadness, anger, nor regret.
Still you stay yourself, and withdraw,
Stepping back against the slate with a sigh you watch the mists
Slowly you see a swirl, a triangular head coming through
More defined than before, with glinting cobalt scales and piercing magenta eyes.
The creature trills, soft and gentle
_You may not come now, but inevitably you will_
_And you will always be welcome, when you wish to rest_
_For the gift I have, can not be denied_
_And your name_, you query
_I am known by many_
_But you probably know me very simply_
_As the one called Death_
The serpentine being retreats, swallowed by the swirling mists
But the song you can still hear, her soft notes and hums
Long and sorrowful
With a shudder you gaze down at the lantern to your right
The candle burns still bright, but without wear.
As you pick it up, you see a small piece of the path crack softly and drop away
Raising the lantern you move to inspect
And you watch, beginning to understand
Another crack, slowly working over the path, small chips falling into the abyss
That if you stay here, soon you will fall into the mists, weather you want to or not
Standing back up again you turning around
The slate cliff flanking your left
The abyss to your right
And what lays ahead, is a dark, dusty path
Lifting the lantern, you march forward, into the darkness
Knowing full well now that you must move forward
Or fall into an embrace, you can never return
For long you walk, the singing ever present,
sometimes louder, sometimes quieter
Thoughts running through your mind
Memories fresh and old, flashing before your eyes
Your body growing weary, hunched from the great march
And as if a prayer had been answered the path widens
You find yourself in an alcove
large enough to lay in
Maybe a small rest, is all you need
The voice becomes clearer again
_It pains me so, to see you endure for so long_
_Please accept this small gift, and know I mean no ill_
Sighing you lay down your lantern and rest
Gazing up at the starless sky, watching the shadows dance from the candles light
Then you hear it, something different
Bolting up you search around wildly
And there, a small crack in the slate
Moving close you see, something magnificent and beautiful
A land of green, and a sky of blue
Where leaves blew, and birds flew
Of flowing rivers, and a field of light
You sat for an age, watching and drinking the sight
And then came the voice, sorrowful and low
_I am sorry, but I can hold this no more_
_Will you stay here, or will you go_
Whipping around you see it again
The one you might call death
The eyes betraying no malice or hate
Mere pity and regret.
_I am sorry you awoke here_
_But only an illusion is there_
_In the end, all will come here_
_Weather they see it, or not_
And then you notice it, the path crumbling
What had only felt like minutes had in fact been days
With a groan you rise, grasping the lantern and holding it high
_But why me_ you demand
A long silence passes, and then
_I do not know_
_But I can not reject my nature_
_As you can not reject your fate_
_Like so many before you_
_But I can try and ease your way_
And so the being, which you seem to be a monster upon first glace
Disappears again to whence it came
Long notes and a deep hum sing, from the abyss so far away
With a sigh you step out
Onto the path again
Looking back you see the alcove slowly fall away
With a pang you feel like you are starting your journey again
Like nothing had ever happened
Turning forward, you continue on
Marching the cold and dusty path
_Why did you show me that_ You call
_Why bother at all_
You feel the presence return, concealed by the veil
The soft, gentle trill flows over to you
_Because you awoke here_
_In this bleak place_
_And now see things true, as they should be_
_But for one so young, before your time_
_For you this is a curse, that you should not have yet seen_
_You should not be here, and I can not release you_
_I can only guide the lost and the fallen to peace_
_But for you, I will try and ease_
_As I said, the inevitable will occur_
_And I will embrace you, and relieve you_
_When I can, I will let you rest, and see the other side_
_Of what you have been cheated, and I regret, will not get_
A single tear, rolls down your face
Your head hanging low, as your tremble and cry
The lantern hangs by your side
Slowly the song returns
And up you look, to the one called Death
Tears like gems, rolling down the cobalt scales
_Come, your time is not yet_
_And while it saddens me to see your pain_
_There are still many things I can show you_
_Before the end of this road_
Lifting the lantern once more
You set off again
At slow pace
On the dusty path
In the realm of shadows
The song of sorrow around you
Abreast with the one called Death
I feel a lot of nostalgia in this❤
“In war only true equalizer... is death”.
-unknown 1916 Verdun, France
Barber training was a great equalizer
Thanks Lucas . So dark beautiful. This Touch my Heart ❤
A girl was standing in the darkness,confused and scared…a shallow figure approached her:
-Where am I? What is this?
-You are dead.
-What does it mean to be ,,dead’’?
-It is a new beginning,an opportunity.
-Can mommy,daddy and big bro come?
-Soon,very soon.
Death took to girl by hand and walked with her into the darkness…
I have never felt so emotional….this music right here….🖤✋😔🤚🖤