Quiet limbo, dead silence After all of the violence A path winding down, intentions well But in the end, a wolf, now descending hell Who art in hell but you But the figure to collect mankind’s due Then let me pay forth once more For all the sin that has come before A sickly justice, for man to create An angel of death, to repent At to hell, ceremoniously, they went To meet it once more, their fear, their HATE Here in lies the unholy trinity A war without reason The fraud of divinity And inevitable treason Crossed to the cross To take the loss Of mankind’s humanity And of his sanctity But now he’s dead, cried the crow As above, so below And let he lives, sung the dove The son, so bright, so alone, as all that’s left, of LOVE
honestly even though there's so many theorists saying that jesus prime would not happen, i still want it to be the third prime sanctum, it's just such a cool idea.
Yeah, I don't think it would happen. Since the father wouldn't have left If Jesus existed, Since he would save humanity. Unless they could make that the father somehow returned, this time with his son.
Well, God hates humanity, and Heaven certainly doesn't like them much more. To God, what greater Treachery could there be than for the Son of his own blood to give his life for their sakes? To die for his hated experiment and tell Him to forgive them? Imagine God and Heaven being so incensed at the thought that they, literally, remove Jesus from Canonicity, and seal him away. Because *especially* in death, they fear the treacherous son of God. And far more than his betrayal His LOVE.
@@Ribboppity I played with the idea before, it probably won't happen, but I still LOVE the idea. I thought that Jesus would have started his work at the lowest depths of hell, Treachery. I imagine that Jesus created havens to shield sinners from the worst of the winds. I'd imagine it would look like Greenland but with deep ice walls/valleys to both focus the player into one area and act as a cool backdrop. The sky would be visible, and light from the sun would even shine through the raging snowstorm above. It would resemble limbo, just icy. The snapping winds are still dangerous, doing similar damage to Greed's sand, but simply existing in the path of the wind damages you, instead of requiring you to touch the sand. I'd also like the Prime Santom would be different than the others. Everyone would start passive, no rooms would lock you in, enemies are placed in, and don't spawn in. the flesh dimension would be "calm" upon seeing you, and wouldn't attack, the level door is open as well. Until you attack one, then everything is hostile, and all acts as normal. The P-rank challenge is "Do no harm". The flesh dimension would be a full-length fight but instead of a soul popping out after you kill it, the last living man drops out unconscious, and the only way to progress is to kill him. The exit door opens for a few seconds (you can't get past it) and then shuts as Jesus's soul begins to form into a prime soul almost immediately. que monologue as the soul is forming.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, Claim to our souls that you do what you must. Just admit you don’t deserve our trust, Musical monarch as Hakita rusts. Song after song, for our deicidal drone, That makes you *FEEL* the tearing of flesh from bone, The devs gotta make songs that’re theirs alone, With you that’s not easy to do on your own.
What I’m saying is: making good music before the real deal comes out makes being good-sounding and original quite a tall order (get it), so just stop so Hakita isn’t overwhelmed by the expectation of amazingness AND originality.
All has been devoured. Heaven. Hell. It is forever lost, swarmed by the machines left by humanity, who fell with the two realms, even the mighty V1.. Until it wasn't. Until V1 found itself upon a realm of gray. The ground is not even ground, but an ocean, an abyss. This is all that remains. V1 stands, looking around. Strewn across this scape of misery, are red crosses, dozens of them simply planted around. On each, is a martyr, true martyrs, those who gave their lives willingly, nails placed deep within their palms, thorns wrapped around their head and bodies. Those who would not yield to the realm above or below. The Machine feels a great weight upon it, a great sadness, a great despair. A great depression. Greater than that, however, is the hunger. The need for fuel. Blood. There is still blood to be found.. Then V1 sees an altar. A temple. A place of worship. Devoid of people. Devoid of almost all color except for red. The machine rushes forward, making use of it's great speed, it bridges the gap, nearing it's destination before those feelings from before worsen, the weight manifesting itself in a far more literal sense, gravity suddenly pulling the blue schemed robot down to the oceanic floor, ripples echoing far and wide.. Before additional ripples form from the crosses, and a voice is heard. "YIELD." Pushing itself back to its feet, V1 looks around for its source, finding it to be one of the crucified martyrs, now staring down at it. Yield? No. To yield is to die, to yield is to die without fuel, and there is little left, desperation will pull it to victory. The machine rushes once more, now hearing the sound of flesh tearing, turning to find the martyr, nay, *every* martyr, tearing their hands off the nails, each with their heads and eyes placed upon it. Now free, some flew, some ran, their speed easily catching up to V1. Impossible! Barely dodging from the thrust of one of their hands, V1 leaps to the side, unloading everything it had upon them, their flesh and bone splattering off their bodies. Yet no blood came. Their missing pieces returned to them as they remained relentless. Some began returning projectile fire at V1, who was staving off the harm they attempted to bring, continuously bringing bullet and rocket upon them. Again, it was not enough. Soon their strikes landed true, metal bending and waning. Blood is Fuel. They must be full! They cannot be alive without it! *You* cannot be alive with it! The machine performs to the utmost of its ability, providing challenge to these sickly thin men and women. Still it was not enough. Once more V1 hears "YIELD." Yield to what? Yield to them? To who?! No! V1 would not relent in the offensive, just as they refused to, until it felt a sudden jolt, a piece of itself giving way as the damage began to become too much, a single strike knocking the machine back into the center, right at the front of the altar. Yield.. No.. It must survive! It cannot die yet! Please.. The machine clasped its hands together, knees upon the floor, unknowingly at the very front of this temple.. And prayed. Prayed for something to save it. Something to help it. Anything. Fuel. Power.. It didn't matter. It was so focused upon this act that it was unaware of the Martyrs ceasing their attacks, as they now simply.. Watched. Yet all knew there was none left. No God. No Devil. No.. There *is* someone left. And the call was heeded. From above, snapping the machine from its act, snapping the Martyrs attention from the intruder, was a giant. Nay- A planet- *Nay*, an incomprehensible realm given flesh and form, covering the entire sky as it stared down. The closest one could rationalize to be eyes watched, as the ground shook, endless ripples being made, the altar began to crack and shake. Its very presence wrought something new. Nought sadness, nought despair.. *Hatred*. Hate in its totality and purest form. And then.. The machine suddenly felt.. Euphoria. Uplifted. Some semblance of good, and soon realizing its damage had been repaired. Grabbing its revolver, V1 prepared. "END HIS SUFFERING." Not a demand, but a request, its voice like its soul, broken and sad, yet determined nonetheless. The Martyrs' crosses began floating up, moving to certain placements. The Martyrs would hold off the total power of this monstrosity, as V1 began moving. Pulling out Gabriels arm, it flowed with great power, as the dimension sent unto the machine its abominables, neither demon nor angel. Guardians of these crosses, yet V1 would not yield, slaying them with utmost prowess. Placing a hand of an angel upon it, empowering it. A beam poured from the top of the cross, striking the dimension. It shook, something from within stirring. Again, another cross is lit, and again the creature wanes, the remains of two Martyrs falling to the ground and sinking into the depths of the floor below, the splash created making a brief instance of rain. With their end came more monsters, more blood, but more of a struggle. More damage. Yet as more crosses were lit and more martyrs fell, it became clear that this rain was not a byproduct of their falls. The monster above was crying. Tears turning into rain. Just a few more. The blood that would be gained from this creature would last it an eternity. It would be the next that the rain itself would not be tears, but rather the blood from the wounds being sustained as it began shaking far more rapidly. Just one more. This was the greatest challenge. The most enemies, powerful and seemingly innumerous, V1 would opt to ignore them completely, as it used its whiplash to pull itself in, avoiding a narrow strike to push it away, swapping to Gabriels to then finish it. With one final surge of holy energy, the final beam would strike its center, the enemies before the machine suddenly fell apart, as did the dimension, only to suddenly explode as a single creature fell into the altar, shattering upon it's landing, the very ground suddenly pushed and eradicated from the shockwaves, leaving only the remnants. Cold ice. No grass. No blood. No life. Only V1. Until a voice was heard again. It was a Martyr, but not one it had heard before. It was kindly, yet scornful. Bitter, yet.. Forgiving. Its body was not sickly thin, but healthy and strong. The skin was not pale and decaying, but golden, and firm. Two white eyes glowed in the darkness as there stood only a man. A man, and his boundless love. "Lamb of Iron." It said to V1 with a saddened smile. "You have saved me from my prison. You have granted me salvation.. Yet you have brought so much hurt. My flock, my herd, slaughtered by you and your kind. Minos. Sisyphus.. There is no blood left. Nothing to guide either of us to tomorrow. All that is left.. Is a hope. That my end will allow for something better to follow. Let us, the final two, see to the End without regrets-" Placing his hands up, V1 suddenly felt fear, instinct ordering it to get out of the way. "*Be forgiven.*" From his palms came holy power, just as the machine moved out of the way. The battle begins. JESUS CHRIST SON OF GOD THE FIRST PRIME SOUL
When I read the first three paragraphs I was like damn this some good shit made me do a good narrator voice and then I checked how much more there is holy shit
I know you, burden. I have felt it, I have seen you, your deeds, your wrath, your hatred. The Damned have suffered, they have known their punishment, they have weighed their souls, they need not the blade. Their use of it has long since passed. But, you, you have persisted, stayed in your war, you have sought nothing but erasure for all your days. Still, I must remain true to my purpose; I shall carry your weight. Come into My arms my son, let Me baptise you into the eternal choirs of My Father, let Me cleanse you of this needless bloodshed, let us sing evermore the majesty of creation. Put aside the sword, Lamb of Steel... ...and know true penance.
Hear me out So p-1 Is just fight prime soul P-2 Is a whole level before prime soul Make p-3 a fight the prime soul, then kill the hardest combination of enemies to exit the level
IN THIS ENDLESS NIGHT, THERE WERE BODIES WHOSE SOULS WERE MANIPULATED BY EVIL OVERFLOWING. THE LONE SAVIOUR TRIED TO ENLIGHTEN THE DARK WITH PROVERBS. WAKE UP, AND RESONATE WITH YOUR COLD HEART THAT YEARNS FOR THE LIGHT, RECOGNIZING YOUR TRUE LONG-CHERISHED WISH...
Dear MCN, thank you for this godlike soundtrack collection. It has allowed me to be the mind for a fully fledged Jesus Prime level, well, I hope to be part of the mind to help make one, and the songs alone, oh my god, they're like Magnum Opuses made by Jesus himself before death. This is glorious, I can't say anything more other than... ...𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔶.
"get ready to receive some holy spirit."
"what?"
JESUS! NO-
YOU COVERED YOUR TRACKS WELL, BROTHER, BUT NOT WELL ENOUGH
THE *LAST* SUPPER! SO OBVIOUS!
" Did you forget the part of the prophecy where you kill yourself? "
@@Ivoryx7502 *lowtierthunder sound*
what if instead of the robotic beeps of the chiptune, 'who art in hell' had a violin and a choir? that would send anyone to heaven
I wish I knew how to make music,
I woulda done that so fast for you.
Incredible idea, lad.
Maybe that could be the calm version and this would be the combat version
I plan to make this once I actually learn how to make music
And more reverb prty plss
Quiet limbo, dead silence
After all of the violence
A path winding down, intentions well
But in the end, a wolf, now descending hell
Who art in hell but you
But the figure to collect mankind’s due
Then let me pay forth once more
For all the sin that has come before
A sickly justice, for man to create
An angel of death, to repent
At to hell, ceremoniously, they went
To meet it once more, their fear, their HATE
Here in lies the unholy trinity
A war without reason
The fraud of divinity
And inevitable treason
Crossed to the cross
To take the loss
Of mankind’s humanity
And of his sanctity
But now he’s dead, cried the crow
As above, so below
And let he lives, sung the dove
The son,
so bright,
so alone,
as all that’s left,
of LOVE
Good god you out here writing these poems’ just the cherry on top of the amazing OST
*fire emoji*
i hope the devs who work on the unofficial P-3 put this in a book somewhere in the level
🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥
fucking sick
"This will be easy, he only has one healthbar!"
*Defeats Jesus Prime
"Wait why is he getting back up?"
You would wait 3 days for phase 2 tho
@@MrAlexChoyce the skybox will start rapidly accelerating like in jojo
"Who's ready for a second coming"
-God
A SECOND WHAT?!?!
@@ivangivorachederfritzdanha4276 straight to the lust layer.
@@PointedBread indubitably.
honestly even though there's so many theorists saying that jesus prime would not happen, i still want it to be the third prime sanctum, it's just such a cool idea.
Yeah, I don't think it would happen. Since the father wouldn't have left If Jesus existed, Since he would save humanity.
Unless they could make that the father somehow returned, this time with his son.
there is a fan-made p-3 project being made
i know it contains Judas prime and Jesus prime but im not sure who else
Well, God hates humanity, and Heaven certainly doesn't like them much more.
To God, what greater Treachery could there be than for the Son of his own blood to give his life for their sakes? To die for his hated experiment and tell Him to forgive them?
Imagine God and Heaven being so incensed at the thought that they, literally, remove Jesus from Canonicity, and seal him away.
Because *especially* in death, they fear the treacherous son of God. And far more than his betrayal
His LOVE.
@@hhhhhh-zz2fw dissapointed it doesnt contain prometheus prime nor odysseuss prime
@@Ribboppity
I played with the idea before, it probably won't happen, but I still LOVE the idea.
I thought that Jesus would have started his work at the lowest depths of hell, Treachery.
I imagine that Jesus created havens to shield sinners from the worst of the winds. I'd imagine it would look like Greenland but with deep ice walls/valleys to both focus the player into one area and act as a cool backdrop. The sky would be visible, and light from the sun would even shine through the raging snowstorm above. It would resemble limbo, just icy.
The snapping winds are still dangerous, doing similar damage to Greed's sand, but simply existing in the path of the wind damages you, instead of requiring you to touch the sand.
I'd also like the Prime Santom would be different than the others. Everyone would start passive, no rooms would lock you in, enemies are placed in, and don't spawn in.
the flesh dimension would be "calm" upon seeing you, and wouldn't attack, the level door is open as well.
Until you attack one, then everything is hostile, and all acts as normal.
The P-rank challenge is "Do no harm".
The flesh dimension would be a full-length fight but instead of a soul popping out after you kill it, the last living man drops out unconscious, and the only way to progress is to kill him.
The exit door opens for a few seconds (you can't get past it) and then shuts as Jesus's soul begins to form into a prime soul almost immediately.
que monologue as the soul is forming.
THE REMASTER OF LOVE IS FIRE 🔥🔥
And that's just phase one! Only god knows how divine phase 2 will be...
Honestly, the first time i found your channel, I was amazed and a bit inspired. Now I play your UST's by ear on guitar.
“Now, Lamb of steel, Pray before your vows, And show me your reasonings for atoning, Only then, Shall I rid thou of sins, Now come, And repent.”
I can imagine having to deal with at least two idoled Virtues through the entire Angelic Gauntlet.
The prison protected by multiple archangels, would be cool
woohoo!! i've been waitin for this since all three came out! love your work MCN keep it up
We NEED to make this a mod
Little do you know, this mod has been in development for a long while
it’s already getting worked on
@@shhhhhhhhhhhhhhactually?
@@-.CosmicCode.- yes
@@shhhhhhhhhhhhhhis there any development photos or something
amazing joi, i edge to your videos
what.
Same here
relatable
literally me
come up with a new joke
YEAHHHH THATS WHAT UVE BEEN WAITING FORRR
THAT'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT
WOOOOOOOOOOOO
Damn near sent me to Heaven with this one.
this is very yes and i hope fan level gonna be the cool
Just found out HATE was published on my bday rly cool
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Claim to our souls that you do what you must.
Just admit you don’t deserve our trust,
Musical monarch as Hakita rusts.
Song after song, for our deicidal drone,
That makes you *FEEL* the tearing of flesh from bone,
The devs gotta make songs that’re theirs alone,
With you that’s not easy to do on your own.
What I’m saying is: making good music before the real deal comes out makes being good-sounding and original quite a tall order (get it), so just stop so Hakita isn’t overwhelmed by the expectation of amazingness AND originality.
Intelligent by design, fraught by nature.
Hollow be thy name
0:57
soiling my trousers rn
P-S/P-P: Light Of The Rising Son
psp loll
i think its awesome.
I shit my pants because of this track
I cant wait fight Jesus Prime with this amazing soundtrack
this shit never fails to make me dance 🔥
holy shit youre here too?
ofcourse, i wouldn't miss to hear this masterpiece 🔥@@thekingwithaplan
2:14 Is that a calamity bell [cod_guy.jpg]
Yes, it is, my homie. :postaldudepog:
when on spotify?
if this was an official boss, v1 would be canonically way stronger
FREE V1 UPSCALE? DON'T MIND IF I DO!
B4uh
So uh it
what huh
who did
That is
made null
false if
no uh
im what
Me when uh me when he when he at the uhhhh when at the uhhhhhhhhhhh
"J- Jesus Christ!"
"... Yeah?"
All has been devoured. Heaven. Hell. It is forever lost, swarmed by the machines left by humanity, who fell with the two realms, even the mighty V1.. Until it wasn't. Until V1 found itself upon a realm of gray. The ground is not even ground, but an ocean, an abyss. This is all that remains. V1 stands, looking around. Strewn across this scape of misery, are red crosses, dozens of them simply planted around. On each, is a martyr, true martyrs, those who gave their lives willingly, nails placed deep within their palms, thorns wrapped around their head and bodies. Those who would not yield to the realm above or below. The Machine feels a great weight upon it, a great sadness, a great despair. A great depression. Greater than that, however, is the hunger. The need for fuel. Blood. There is still blood to be found..
Then V1 sees an altar. A temple. A place of worship. Devoid of people. Devoid of almost all color except for red.
The machine rushes forward, making use of it's great speed, it bridges the gap, nearing it's destination before those feelings from before worsen, the weight manifesting itself in a far more literal sense, gravity suddenly pulling the blue schemed robot down to the oceanic floor, ripples echoing far and wide.. Before additional ripples form from the crosses, and a voice is heard. "YIELD." Pushing itself back to its feet, V1 looks around for its source, finding it to be one of the crucified martyrs, now staring down at it. Yield? No. To yield is to die, to yield is to die without fuel, and there is little left, desperation will pull it to victory. The machine rushes once more, now hearing the sound of flesh tearing, turning to find the martyr, nay, *every* martyr, tearing their hands off the nails, each with their heads and eyes placed upon it. Now free, some flew, some ran, their speed easily catching up to V1. Impossible!
Barely dodging from the thrust of one of their hands, V1 leaps to the side, unloading everything it had upon them, their flesh and bone splattering off their bodies. Yet no blood came. Their missing pieces returned to them as they remained relentless. Some began returning projectile fire at V1, who was staving off the harm they attempted to bring, continuously bringing bullet and rocket upon them. Again, it was not enough. Soon their strikes landed true, metal bending and waning. Blood is Fuel. They must be full! They cannot be alive without it! *You* cannot be alive with it! The machine performs to the utmost of its ability, providing challenge to these sickly thin men and women. Still it was not enough.
Once more V1 hears "YIELD." Yield to what? Yield to them? To who?! No!
V1 would not relent in the offensive, just as they refused to, until it felt a sudden jolt, a piece of itself giving way as the damage began to become too much, a single strike knocking the machine back into the center, right at the front of the altar. Yield.. No.. It must survive! It cannot die yet! Please..
The machine clasped its hands together, knees upon the floor, unknowingly at the very front of this temple.. And prayed. Prayed for something to save it. Something to help it. Anything. Fuel. Power.. It didn't matter. It was so focused upon this act that it was unaware of the Martyrs ceasing their attacks, as they now simply.. Watched. Yet all knew there was none left. No God. No Devil. No.. There *is* someone left.
And the call was heeded.
From above, snapping the machine from its act, snapping the Martyrs attention from the intruder, was a giant. Nay- A planet- *Nay*, an incomprehensible realm given flesh and form, covering the entire sky as it stared down. The closest one could rationalize to be eyes watched, as the ground shook, endless ripples being made, the altar began to crack and shake. Its very presence wrought something new. Nought sadness, nought despair.. *Hatred*. Hate in its totality and purest form. And then.. The machine suddenly felt.. Euphoria. Uplifted. Some semblance of good, and soon realizing its damage had been repaired. Grabbing its revolver, V1 prepared. "END HIS SUFFERING." Not a demand, but a request, its voice like its soul, broken and sad, yet determined nonetheless.
The Martyrs' crosses began floating up, moving to certain placements. The Martyrs would hold off the total power of this monstrosity, as V1 began moving. Pulling out Gabriels arm, it flowed with great power, as the dimension sent unto the machine its abominables, neither demon nor angel. Guardians of these crosses, yet V1 would not yield, slaying them with utmost prowess. Placing a hand of an angel upon it, empowering it. A beam poured from the top of the cross, striking the dimension. It shook, something from within stirring.
Again, another cross is lit, and again the creature wanes, the remains of two Martyrs falling to the ground and sinking into the depths of the floor below, the splash created making a brief instance of rain. With their end came more monsters, more blood, but more of a struggle. More damage. Yet as more crosses were lit and more martyrs fell, it became clear that this rain was not a byproduct of their falls. The monster above was crying. Tears turning into rain. Just a few more. The blood that would be gained from this creature would last it an eternity. It would be the next that the rain itself would not be tears, but rather the blood from the wounds being sustained as it began shaking far more rapidly. Just one more.
This was the greatest challenge. The most enemies, powerful and seemingly innumerous, V1 would opt to ignore them completely, as it used its whiplash to pull itself in, avoiding a narrow strike to push it away, swapping to Gabriels to then finish it. With one final surge of holy energy, the final beam would strike its center, the enemies before the machine suddenly fell apart, as did the dimension, only to suddenly explode as a single creature fell into the altar, shattering upon it's landing, the very ground suddenly pushed and eradicated from the shockwaves, leaving only the remnants. Cold ice. No grass. No blood. No life. Only V1.
Until a voice was heard again. It was a Martyr, but not one it had heard before. It was kindly, yet scornful. Bitter, yet.. Forgiving. Its body was not sickly thin, but healthy and strong. The skin was not pale and decaying, but golden, and firm. Two white eyes glowed in the darkness as there stood only a man. A man, and his boundless love. "Lamb of Iron." It said to V1 with a saddened smile. "You have saved me from my prison. You have granted me salvation.. Yet you have brought so much hurt. My flock, my herd, slaughtered by you and your kind. Minos. Sisyphus.. There is no blood left. Nothing to guide either of us to tomorrow. All that is left.. Is a hope. That my end will allow for something better to follow. Let us, the final two, see to the End without regrets-" Placing his hands up, V1 suddenly felt fear, instinct ordering it to get out of the way. "*Be forgiven.*" From his palms came holy power, just as the machine moved out of the way. The battle begins.
JESUS CHRIST
SON OF GOD
THE FIRST PRIME SOUL
Holy shit man.
When I read the first three paragraphs I was like damn this some good shit made me do a good narrator voice and then I checked how much more there is holy shit
Absolute cinema
Ultrakill fans try not to become profound poets challenge (impossible)
@@mrpekoni I mean I wouldn't go that far
I know you, burden. I have felt it, I have seen you, your deeds, your wrath, your hatred. The Damned have suffered, they have known their punishment, they have weighed their souls, they need not the blade. Their use of it has long since passed.
But, you, you have persisted, stayed in your war, you have sought nothing but erasure for all your days.
Still, I must remain true to my purpose;
I shall carry your weight.
Come into My arms my son, let Me baptise you into the eternal choirs of My Father, let Me cleanse you of this needless bloodshed, let us sing evermore the majesty of creation.
Put aside the sword, Lamb of Steel...
...and know true penance.
beep bop, coin does damage
@@naruokimira ah yes the two sides of the ultrakill community
cook cooked
I am the son of GAWD!
I WAS SENT DOWN BY MY FATHER
TO LEAD HIS FLOCK TO PARADISE
TO ATONE FOR THE SINS OF ADAM AND EVE IN THE GARDEN,
I AM OF ONE FLESH WITH THE DIVINE, AND OF THE LINEAGE OF ABRAHAM
I WILL BRING FORTH A NEW AGE, AND A NEW COVENANT SHALL BE MY LEGACY!
Honestly? The preamble gotta be my favorite part. It feels incredibly fitting for P-T, especially with what the actual sanctum has to offer.
cool detail that LOVE's intro has the same drum pattern as Justice - Let There Be Light (the original LOVE samples it outright)
Hear me out
So p-1 Is just fight prime soul
P-2 Is a whole level before prime soul
Make p-3 a fight the prime soul, then kill the hardest combination of enemies to exit the level
every enemy has a idol and every time you do the level its randomized of what order you have to kill everything
make it more original make 9 different levels for each sin and each sin you complete gives you a weapon until you get all of them and fight p-3
@@destroyerforreal2533 not a bad idea
Probably the best music channel i have seen in quite some time now, keep up the work man! Cause this shit is 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
IN THIS ENDLESS NIGHT, THERE WERE BODIES WHOSE SOULS WERE MANIPULATED BY EVIL OVERFLOWING.
THE LONE SAVIOUR TRIED TO ENLIGHTEN THE DARK WITH PROVERBS.
WAKE UP, AND RESONATE WITH YOUR COLD HEART THAT YEARNS FOR THE LIGHT,
RECOGNIZING YOUR TRUE LONG-CHERISHED WISH...
this is the morgue. the user of this account has died from peak
FOOLISH MORTAL.
stuck in an endless loop of dying and reviving from peak 😭
Dear MCN, thank you for this godlike soundtrack collection. It has allowed me to be the mind for a fully fledged Jesus Prime level, well, I hope to be part of the mind to help make one, and the songs alone, oh my god, they're like Magnum Opuses made by Jesus himself before death. This is glorious, I can't say anything more other than... ...𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔶.
Would you do a calm version of Who Art In Hell?
ohhhhhhhh holy fuck lol
P-S
THE FORGOTEN SON
This should be canon to Ultrakill btw
Nicee! We would love to add you on our blog
is "who art in hell" a soulless 5 reference?
Certified masterpiece