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@@Mallory888 These tracks are created with special ideas and scenes in mind but no ... they are not made for any Soundtrack. They are all created to stand on their own. The image and it's creator is listed in the description and named in video. The animation in my videos are specially made for this channel ;)
"tell me how he died, how he really really died" "I will tell you how he died, how he really really died" "So tell me how he died, how he really really died" ...
“He died the way he lived… bad decisions and a lot of dedication. Okay, the first part is arguable. He did save several lives. Could’ve saved more if he lived, but… he would never have walked away, would he? The fool… That damn, naive fool. He could have just ignored them, and lived to fight another day. He could have been smarter. Could have been more… more… I don’t know, but just, he could’ve lived. But… It would have made him less than he was. So here’s a toast to a fool at heart, and a better man than us. I’ll miss him.”
... when she asked how i died .. my friends and allies all said " we will not say how he died ... we will tell you how he lived .. for he was " A loving father A caring husband A friend who was always there A warrior who stood for his queen A man of honor who fought to the end .. A soldier who's now home and finally rest his soul They all told her how he lived and how he died fighting for what he believed in .. they told her they were honored to fight along side him .. for even now he's watching over everyone
sometimes whenever I hear this type of music's it creates a story in my mind of many warriors that have fought in battles losing their live defending their home till their last breath.
"War knows no Victors. Only those that can tell you how it felt. When I returned from the battlefield I was praised a hero of war, but was I just another victim. Every night we dream of those we killed, and the families we left without husbands or wives. The victors are not those that return to tell a tale. It is those who died honorably in the war, and that have no longer need to suffer. The lives given, to return those home that have survived. I salute you, my brothers and sisters. I hope you have found peace, and a place where you belong."
staring at the scene around her, she longed to see that familiar face. The face that joined her in battle more times than not. The face that lit up when she walked into a room. The face of the man that she had fell in love with long before the war began, but a face that she knew would be with her always. "Where is he? We've won this battle, it's time to celebrate." She smiled, but her gut had a sinking feeling, as the other soldiers stood with somber looks. "Let us tell you how he lived. How he become a hero."
"Ones death cannot be put in words because when they die it is them leaving, but what is truly important is telling overs how they tried to stay and fight for what they believe matters the most."
-No adress- Dear Mrs Williams, Thank you for your letter, and congratulations on turning seventeen. I would have loved to be there. You're almost an adult now! But you will always be, my little girl. I have been a little tired lately, so my next letter will be later than usual. Bombs have been exploding for three days and nights straight. Don't worry, I'm fine. Unfortunately, negotiations have broken down. Before the war is over, autumn will have arrived. The nights are getting more chilly. Don't forget to buy a new winter coat. Your red coat has its sleeves unraveling. One of the bombs exploded close to our base. Don't worry, I'm fine. But my next letter will be sent later than usual, it might even take months this time. You can still send me letters, I would love to hear more from you. I wish we were together again. My dearest goodbyes to you, Your forever supporter.
What is honor, if not sacrifice? I wish you were more selfish. I wish you worried less about me. I wish you cared about yourself more. It's okay if you miss a few days at work. It's okay to be sick sometimes. It's okay to be angry sometimes. But you are none of these. You are my father, and a husband. You are a carer of the chronically ill. You are my moral compass. And you are so much more. You are things I wish you weren't. Maybe you would have lived a little longer then. But then you also wouldn't have been a hero.
The battle is over, we have triumphed, but when everything clears revealing the devastating image of chaos and total destruction... the emotion in my heart and the beating stop abruptly. Dejected inside me, very late I began to understand that the battle was not for freedom, it was not for honor, much less for noble causes.... My temperament and the blood of a Warrior that runs through my veins, blinded my reasoning, in the face of false speeches that encouraged heroism and the taking up of arms.... Now I know that everything was for greed, for power....Any Hymn of Glory, tastes like defeat to me
Its not how he died... its about WHY he died, he died so all of us could live, so we all could continue our lives in peace, so that tomorrow will have a brighter future but most importantly he died for LOVE
This mix is a breathtaking exploration of emotion and storytelling through music. Each orchestral piece weaves a narrative that pulls at the heartstrings, evoking deep feelings of loss, longing, and reflection. It's amazing how music can express what words often cannot. Truly a powerful and moving experience!
I am new to you EMW but... wow... i love this. Going to bed tonight knowing what these soldiers then and now have to live with seeing a fellow comrade die in their arms or along side them. It is traumatizing but it is not when we die that people tell others our story, but how we lived... before war... but in peace... with ourselves...others... family members... wives... husbands... daughters... sons... friends... band of brothers/sisters in the barracks... telling each and every one that we are excited to get home and see our significant others and maybe kids... but, little do they know... some may never see the light of day again. It is in those moments we stand for our flag and stand for the ones who cannot (the injured)... We The People... United We Stand... Divided We Fall...
Right off the bat you got a good one. Fitting, since i'm working on a story that involves a child asking their mother how their heroic uncle passed in battle. Well done, I look forward to hearing the rest.
I've been told by my readers that I have a knack for capturing the emotions of a scene, whether happy or sad. it's something I strive for in my storytelling.
He died a warrior. Following orders. Based on bad info. He did not cower, or hide, he did not cry or beg or give in. He died fighting for his life and the lives of hos comrades. Surounded, they dug in, and held for days waiting for reinforcments that never came. He stayed behind during the brakeout acting as a diversion so his comrades could make it to friendly lines.
I don't need to get hyperactive to stop my mind from thinking.This heroic in the same time calming music does it all. I think I could fall asleep listening to this kind of music.This much it calms my mind.The power of oxytocine...the feeling of humanity.
Once many decades ago, I was waiting for him to come and get married. When he didn't come, we investigated and the Air Force said he was KIA. For ten years I grieved. Then I had to move on. Two years later, he called me at my job. NEVER just take this work at face value. Lots of men died to bring you here and for you to read this. WE can save Earth 🌎 ❤Lacy
He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. 2 I will say of the Lord: He is my God, my refuge, my fortress, and I will trust in him.
Died…You’ve only just begun to live. A small crack in your heart wont kill you it only makes you stronger. Now stand up and hold me hand let’s end this together you & I….. 🫲🏼🤝
Do not stand By my grave, and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep- I am the thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints in snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle, autumn rain. As you awake with morning’s hush, I am the swift, up-flinging rush Of quiet birds in circling flight, I am the day transcending night. Do not stand By my grave, and cry- I am not there, I did not die.
His place was in an asylum, he was cold, violent, and he couldn't find any pleasure in life since all he had known since he was 7 was pain and suffering. But he was my brother, and he died fighting for what we believed like a true soldier. He didn't save anyone that night, even though he had saved many others several times. He just died knowing he had dedicated his life for a battle that was worth it for it was our duty to fight for those who couldn't. We were young but we were soldiers. And he died as a true warrior, and lived as a hero.
Please stay with me. Dont leave me alone. Youll never be alone. I cant do this without you Yes you can. Ill always be there. It was supossed to be me. And thats why it was me. Remember hope. Thats all they need to win this war. Hope. How?? How can we have hope? Because...you have each other. Im sorry...I have....to...go....goodbye.. Thank you..for all of it. No wait...please dont go...come back... Come back. We have to win. For her. We will win..someday this war will be ours... and WE WILL WIN
"I killed him" he said when asked the question. "I'm sorry..." The girl looked up to his face. one hand clutching the other. Nails digging deep in the palm. " He was bleeding out..." The old man began when his voice broke. " I tried to carry him but we were escaping and He'd lost his leg shielding me. Me!? " "It is the duty of the old to protect the young. To die for the young and here I am living cause of a boy who should be standing here INSTEAD OF ME!" The girls eyes widened as here knees gave out. She didn't look at the soldiers behind the old man. Stopped searching their face for a familiar one a while ago. " So you left him to rot!? Among the enemies!? He will not even get a grave. They will burn him into cinders. He deserves to lay besides our parents. Not to be turned to ashes. You're all cowards..." "Your brother wanted us to live to tell you he died like a hero." "Funny, My brother also told me once to be wary of old men in a profession where men die young."
If I were to compare Ghibli and Disney as a dream that I don't remember when I woke up, Disney would be a dream that would make me smile when I woke up, although I don't know why, while Ghibli would be a dream that would make a single tear drop and my heart sink.💙💙
Pölarisia’s weary eyes scanned the battlefield for hope. There would never be any to find. She knew. But hope is a lingerer, one that stays long after it is sent away, it clings hard, and it falls hard. Friends lay scattered, blood flowed like the river that flowed through her homeland, the river that was the reason, the reason why so many of her friends lay dead; she couldn’t do this anymore, she couldn’t keep this charade up any longer…she couldn’t let them down…Her sword lay in pieces at her feet, a reminder that she would always be what they had told her she would always be. A failure. She arose and limped toward one of the few familiar faces alive. Elizabeth. Her mentor. Pölarisia asked Elizabeth with a question of hope in her eyes. Elizabeth simply returned one of sorrow and pity. Her heart shattered, into a million pieces that could never be put together again. Gone. Forever. She stifled a sob. “How…did he…die?” “No child. The question is how did he live.” She felt trapped, but she had been trapped before, but this time she was trapped alone…alone with the constant companion of guilt. The guilt of blood. The guilt of betrayal. The guilt of all guilt… a friend’s guilt. “Who am I?” She asked toward the heavens.
“Was I a friend?” “Was I a traitor?” “Was I a lover?”
La batalla ha terminado, hemos triunfado, pero cuando todo se despeja descubriendo la desoladora imagen, de caos y total destrucción... la emoción en mi corazón y los latidos se detienen abruptamente. Abatido en mi en mi interior, muy tarde comencé a comprender, que la batalla, no fue por libertad, no fue por honor, mucho menos por causas nobles.... Mi temperamento y la sangre de Guerrero que corre por mis venas, cegó mi razonamiento, ante discursos falsos que alentaban al heroísmo y al levantamiento de las armas.... Ahora sé que todo fue por avaricia, por poder.....Cualquier Himno de Gloria , me sabe a derrota
Father told me a story when I was young. He was a Finnish soldier . During one Russian assault, he grabbed his machine pistol and ran at the Russians, killing every one he saw.Till his gun was empty.He collapsed into the snow. True story.
Their eyes met, perhaps for the last time. Stars aligned for the death of another star. "It is for your own sake." He whispered as He locked the door to their room. "This war is over: For I'll finish it with my own hands." His Lover shouted, but He ignored. His chest tightened, for He hated this as much as him. "No more pain" A pause. "No more suffering" This silence was perhaps too loud for His own liking. "You will finally be free...! Heh..." A single tear fell with a sad chuckle as He turned his back and left the house, muting His ears to the pleads of his lover. He was going to save the world, but why did He feel so sad about all of this? Why did He choose this path to begin with? Why did He have to leave? He had convinced Himself he was ready to sacrifice his mind and body to save the one He loved, but why didn't His feet move? Why was His body betraying Him? Why was He so afraid? Why were His hands shaking so much? His Lover was finally going to be happy, and the war was finally going to be over, but why couldn't he move? No, this was not the time to question Himself. He had to keep moving, for the sake of His Lover. And the World. "I am sorry." He whispered to the stars in the night sky as he forced himself to smile. He walked alone into the battlefield, where the Queen waited for those who dared to challenge her. He smiled and braced Himself to his meeting with Death. "Farewell, my one and only love." His voice cracked as He said His final words. A large explosion was heard as a bright light blinded all those who could see it. Once it had disappeared, a single, lonely, star flied up to the starry night sky. Their bodies turned to pure ash, leaving nothing behind but the marks of His demise. The wind howled and carried them away, the earth silently crying as the sky began to weep. The door to their room was finally opened after what seemed like an eternity. The Lover couldn't care less about who had opened it. He had to get to Him. He NEEDED to help Him. The thought of losing Him made his head spin and stomach churn. His legs hurt as the taste of iron became stronger and stronger with each step he took, but he couldn't stop. He needed to get to Him, he NEEDED Him. He ran into the center of the explosion, heart pounding on his chest as his knees failed to support him, tired and aching from so much running. But... Where was He...? "Where is He?" The lover asked the wind. "WHERE IS HE?" He shouted, heart pounding in his chest. He looked around, and there was no sign of his Love. A gentle hand rested on his shoulder as a calm voice whispered into the dead of night. "I'm sorry for your loss, old friend." Low enough to be muffled by the rain, but loud enough to echo in his head. The Lover's head began to spin, He couldn't be dead. He had to be somewhere around. It couldn't be true. It couldn't. How could He leave him to fare in this world? How could He recklessly go into the face of danger every single time he asked Him not to? How could He lock him up so He could go into battle? Why did He do it? Why was He always so stubborn? Why was it so hard to get Him to understand? Why was he so fucking selfless? Why was He so kind to him if he was going to betray him like this? Why did He whisk him away all for themselves if He was going to leave like that? Why did they spend so much time together, laughing and loving? Was it all for nothing? Did he open up his heart only to be stabbed? Why did He leave him? Why couldn't he ask for help? Why did them choose to leave? Why wasn't there another option? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? _Why? Why? Why? Why?!_ Tears flowed freely as his heart sped up. He felt like puking. His head was spinning, and his ears began to ring loudly. Air escaped his lungs as he lunged at his Old Friend, fists closing tightly against the clothes on their chest. He was panting, struggling to breathe. The pain couldn't be clearer in his voice. "Tell me how he died." The lover whispered as he choked on his own tears. "PLEASE" He begged his friend. He couldn't bear to think he lost him. He couldn't. He prayed to the stars to give him back. He prayed it was just a good old prank, and that everything would go back to normal after this. "I can't hear you." The Old friend said calmly, and The Lover couldn't stop himself from shouting, the remaining air in his lungs leaving all at once. "TELL ME HOW HE DIED." ... Hey! Just wanted to say that I felt a bit inspired by this playlist. I had a writer's block, and these songs helped me to overcome it. Thank you. Have a great day!
This came up on my “For you” page right as I was sitting down to confirm a character’s death in my own story 😅 Listened to it while I wrote the scene where the MMC found out that his father was killed shortly after MMC and FMC fled the kingdom about 8-9 months earlier
"He died protecting us, your Ladyship." The knight answered gazing at his arrow riddled armor. He looks at his shaking hand before balling it into a fist as the memory of his comerade yelling for him to retreat flashed before his eyes. "He willed us to retreat while sending those mongrels back to hell." "I see. Then... Then it was a just death." The woman's hand lightly brushes against the chest plate of the fallen knight. "A death he could be proud of."
He didn't necessarily die. He's still alive. But over the course of his existence, the good in him was what died. He wanted to hold onto it, so he did with all the feverish belief he saw everyone else have. But in the end, he knew, that the good in the world was no more. Why should bother being something no one understood? So, while he is alive, he is also dead. Just on the insode, rather than being truly dead.
Who are you Going To BE. "If you live for peoples acceptance, you'll die from peoples rejection" - Someone Wise "I am no hero. To be a hero is to sacrifice. And I've sacrificed enough. " - Someone Brave “The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.” - Someone Smart (Bob Marley) Disclaimer: None of these quotes are mine, they all go to their original owners, whoever, they are.
How did she die? Just like she lived.A hero. I miss her We all do but her death made way for endless possibilities. A way to finally end this war. To Mikaela, and to how she saved us all. May she rest.
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Are these songs soundtracks for specific movies? Also, who has created the beautiful imagery for the videos?
@@Mallory888 These tracks are created with special ideas and scenes in mind but no ... they are not made for any Soundtrack. They are all created to stand on their own. The image and it's creator is listed in the description and named in video. The animation in my videos are specially made for this channel ;)
Thank you for such an elaborate reply. Happy New Year to you!@@EpicMusicWorld_Official
I really enjoy this amazing music! Thank you for sharing. I'm curious, is this music copyright protected or is it free to use?
can you check your playlist, the timestamps are way off for some of the tracks.
"Tell me how he died"
"I will tell you how he lived"
- The last samurai
this movie is so fucking awesome
"tell me how he died, how he really really died"
"I will tell you how he died, how he really really died"
"So tell me how he died, how he really really died"
...
One of my all time fave films
I clicked on this video just to make sure this was the top comment. I'm glad you beat me to it lol.
@@RyuWeimsburg Sounds like Steps... 'Tell me whatcha want, whatcha really really want'... 😅
Human beings....we are capable of committing the worst atrocities imaginable....yet we can also create masterpieces like this.
Service to those who've served.
Glory to those who've honored.
Eternal peace to the dead, for they've seen the end of war.
Thanks for including my music in this mix! Hope you all enjoy!
Very nice pieces Tim!
Thank you for making it.
Huh, yeah, your music is pretty nice! Still listening to this, but I've had a few of yours come up so far and I like them.
Just a few years ago, I didn't even know this kind of music existed. How much richer my life is now, having found it.
“He died the way he lived… bad decisions and a lot of dedication.
Okay, the first part is arguable. He did save several lives. Could’ve saved more if he lived, but… he would never have walked away, would he?
The fool…
That damn, naive fool.
He could have just ignored them, and lived to fight another day.
He could have been smarter. Could have been more… more… I don’t know, but just, he could’ve lived.
But…
It would have made him less than he was.
So here’s a toast to a fool at heart, and a better man than us.
I’ll miss him.”
From?
@@Lance-wn9dc something I wrote as writing practise
How sad is it that doing something necessary is considered remarkable. Humans are regressing.
@@Didierpelupessy It's amazing, I wish I wrote that.
@@falen_treee5254thanks, glad you liked it
The look in her eyes explains a lot.
In war there are no winners, only survivors.
Life feels like war sometimes.
"War does not determine who is right. It DOES determine who is left!" -- Gawron
... when she asked how i died .. my friends and allies all said " we will not say how he died ... we will tell you how he lived .. for he was "
A loving father
A caring husband
A friend who was always there
A warrior who stood for his queen
A man of honor who fought to the end ..
A soldier who's now home and finally rest his soul
They all told her how he lived and how he died fighting for what he believed in .. they told her they were honored to fight along side him .. for even now he's watching over everyone
Is this from a show?
@@joshuab.9576 The Last Samurai
It,s beatiful, thanks you.
sometimes whenever I hear this type of music's it creates a story in my mind of many warriors that have fought in battles losing their live defending their home till their last breath.
Das ist Musik ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
"War knows no Victors. Only those that can tell you how it felt.
When I returned from the battlefield I was praised a hero of war, but was I just another victim.
Every night we dream of those we killed, and the families we left without husbands or wives.
The victors are not those that return to tell a tale. It is those who died honorably in the war, and that have no longer need to suffer.
The lives given, to return those home that have survived.
I salute you, my brothers and sisters. I hope you have found peace, and a place where you belong."
When you are down or about to give up, these music are the best to lift up and move forward 💫💓💫
You are my friend you’re so right!!!
So beautiful and perfect for writing. I listen to this while I write my fantasy novel.
"He never died..he lives..through our hearts.."
What if she was ugly?
staring at the scene around her, she longed to see that familiar face. The face that joined her in battle more times than not. The face that lit up when she walked into a room. The face of the man that she had fell in love with long before the war began, but a face that she knew would be with her always. "Where is he? We've won this battle, it's time to celebrate." She smiled, but her gut had a sinking feeling, as the other soldiers stood with somber looks. "Let us tell you how he lived. How he become a hero."
where's this from?
@@daniellethiessen8565 it's what I thought of when I was listening to the song. A possible future story
@@haylliehedrick1361 Wow, that is beautiful!!! Excellent work, keep it up!
Thanks for including my music in this mix! 🎶✨ Hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed creating it. Let's vibe together! 🎧😊
"Ones death cannot be put in words because when they die it is them leaving, but what is truly important is telling overs how they tried to stay and fight for what they believe matters the most."
These videos are where all the writers flock to I swear. Some of yall need to make novels, jeez.
-No adress-
Dear Mrs Williams,
Thank you for your letter, and congratulations on turning seventeen. I would have loved to be there. You're almost an adult now! But you will always be, my little girl.
I have been a little tired lately, so my next letter will be later than usual. Bombs have been exploding for three days and nights straight. Don't worry, I'm fine. Unfortunately, negotiations have broken down. Before the war is over, autumn will have arrived.
The nights are getting more chilly. Don't forget to buy a new winter coat. Your red coat has its sleeves unraveling.
One of the bombs exploded close to our base. Don't worry, I'm fine. But my next letter will be sent later than usual, it might even take months this time. You can still send me letters, I would love to hear more from you.
I wish we were together again.
My dearest goodbyes to you,
Your forever supporter.
What is honor, if not sacrifice?
I wish you were more selfish.
I wish you worried less about me.
I wish you cared about yourself more.
It's okay if you miss a few days at work.
It's okay to be sick sometimes.
It's okay to be angry sometimes.
But you are none of these.
You are my father, and a husband.
You are a carer of the chronically ill.
You are my moral compass.
And you are so much more. You are things I wish you weren't. Maybe you would have lived a little longer then. But then you also wouldn't have been a hero.
True, I’m using these as inspiration for scenes.
I play this music while I work on writing novels. So, there’s that.
lol
The battle is over, we have triumphed, but when everything clears revealing the devastating image of chaos and total destruction... the emotion in my heart and the beating stop abruptly. Dejected inside me, very late I began to understand that the battle was not for freedom, it was not for honor, much less for noble causes.... My temperament and the blood of a Warrior that runs through my veins, blinded my reasoning, in the face of false speeches that encouraged heroism and the taking up of arms.... Now I know that everything was for greed, for power....Any Hymn of Glory, tastes like defeat to me
Its not how he died... its about WHY he died, he died so all of us could live, so we all could continue our lives in peace, so that tomorrow will have a brighter future but most importantly he died for LOVE
عجيبه تعطي تحفيز للحياة. وقوة ونصر وعزيمة بلا حدود وكانك ملكت. الكون
This mix is a breathtaking exploration of emotion and storytelling through music. Each orchestral piece weaves a narrative that pulls at the heartstrings, evoking deep feelings of loss, longing, and reflection. It's amazing how music can express what words often cannot. Truly a powerful and moving experience!
I am new to you EMW but... wow... i love this. Going to bed tonight knowing what these soldiers then and now have to live with seeing a fellow comrade die in their arms or along side them. It is traumatizing but it is not when we die that people tell others our story, but how we lived... before war... but in peace... with ourselves...others... family members... wives... husbands... daughters... sons... friends... band of brothers/sisters in the barracks... telling each and every one that we are excited to get home and see our significant others and maybe kids... but, little do they know... some may never see the light of day again. It is in those moments we stand for our flag and stand for the ones who cannot (the injured)... We The People... United We Stand... Divided We Fall...
Right off the bat you got a good one. Fitting, since i'm working on a story that involves a child asking their mother how their heroic uncle passed in battle. Well done, I look forward to hearing the rest.
My Mother told me once that win you listen or read something, you can feel what the person how wrote it was feeling.
I hope it is epic! 😇
I've been told by my readers that I have a knack for capturing the emotions of a scene, whether happy or sad. it's something I strive for in my storytelling.
bonsoir. Epic Music World, merci bcp très belle musique félicitation excellent... 👍😄👋💖🌹💙👍
Y'all keep writing the poetry and quotes. They are so inspiring! Love you all!!
The music in your video really lifted my spirits. I thank you so much for sharing such great music.
Magnifique musique 🎶 merci beaucoup 🎸🌹❣🇫🇷🎵🌈🎹
If they stand beside you show them respect if they stand behind you give them protection if they stand against you show them no mercy
He died a warrior. Following orders. Based on bad info. He did not cower, or hide, he did not cry or beg or give in. He died fighting for his life and the lives of hos comrades. Surounded, they dug in, and held for days waiting for reinforcments that never came. He stayed behind during the brakeout acting as a diversion so his comrades could make it to friendly lines.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOH ANOTHER CHRISTMAS GIFT JUST FOR ME???? THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH EMW!!!! I LOVE THESE LOOOOONG EPIC COMPILATIONS!!!!! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
The Emperor says "Tell me how he died"
The warrior says "I'll tell you how he lived"
The melody of this song is so captivating, I can't stop listening!
I don't need to get hyperactive to stop my mind from thinking.This heroic in the same time calming music does it all.
I think I could fall asleep listening to this kind of music.This much it calms my mind.The power of oxytocine...the feeling of humanity.
no...I will tell you how he lived,sorry but I need say it :3
Nasıl yaşarsanız yaşayın asla pes etmeyin
looked up for this ;)
Will never forget The Last Samurai movie
Love that movie
You beat me to it, friend. ❤❤❤
Щиро дякую за чудову підбірку оркестрової музики. Слухала із задоволенням.
Once many decades ago, I was waiting for him to come and get married.
When he didn't come, we investigated and the Air Force said he was KIA.
For ten years I grieved. Then I had to move on.
Two years later, he called me at my job.
NEVER just take this work at face value.
Lots of men died to bring you here and for you to read this.
WE can save Earth 🌎
❤Lacy
Thank you EMW! ❤
So much incredible emotion here! 😯
My absolute favorite: 00:53:12 Timothy Shortell - When Will We Meet Again
He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. 2 I will say of the Lord: He is my God, my refuge, my fortress, and I will trust in him.
Wish I had your faith again
@@allseeingiis8796 dont wish, take
“I will tell you how he lived.”
Die gefallenen Engel stürzten in den Schatten des Vergessens, ihre Flügel verbannt, doch ihre Sehnsucht nach Erlösung erleuchtete den düsteren Pfad.
So beautiful. Ethereal, Eclectic, Aesthetic 🪶🕯⚔️
Awesome music for the warrior: sadden by the loss of my battle buddies.
Died…You’ve only just begun to live. A small crack in your heart wont kill you it only makes you stronger. Now stand up and hold me hand let’s end this together you & I….. 🫲🏼🤝
Pure epicness ❣
🔥💜🎧💜🔥
Amazing... Litrelly a magic 💜🍂
00:21:36 Hoenix - Inner Pain (feat. Elvya)
This is awesome music. As I listened, I envisioned scenes from my books. Thanks for the great post. :)
Awesome ❤
Do not stand
By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep-
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry-
I am not there,
I did not die.
God bless Epic 🎵
Dat is nog maar het begin van vele ontdekkingen doe zo verder ❤❤❤ 😊
beautiful music. as always. thank you EMW. your music always inspires.
Amazing!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍
You are :)
Who We are Meant to be is one of the best pieces I've ever heard
His place was in an asylum, he was cold, violent, and he couldn't find any pleasure in life since all he had known since he was 7 was pain and suffering. But he was my brother, and he died fighting for what we believed like a true soldier. He didn't save anyone that night, even though he had saved many others several times. He just died knowing he had dedicated his life for a battle that was worth it for it was our duty to fight for those who couldn't. We were young but we were soldiers. And he died as a true warrior, and lived as a hero.
Please stay with me. Dont leave me alone.
Youll never be alone.
I cant do this without you
Yes you can. Ill always be there.
It was supossed to be me.
And thats why it was me. Remember hope. Thats all they need to win this war. Hope.
How?? How can we have hope?
Because...you have each other. Im sorry...I have....to...go....goodbye..
Thank you..for all of it.
No wait...please dont go...come back...
Come back.
We have to win. For her. We will win..someday this war will be ours... and WE WILL WIN
This is awesome 👌
Perfect 👌🏻
Just great💎 love the all tracks and albums thanks EMW💥🔥💚
Bellisimo mix Épico, gracias.❤🦋💪💪💪💪
"I killed him" he said when asked the question. "I'm sorry..."
The girl looked up to his face. one hand clutching the other. Nails digging deep in the palm.
" He was bleeding out..." The old man began when his voice broke. " I tried to carry him but we were escaping and He'd lost his leg shielding me. Me!? "
"It is the duty of the old to protect the young. To die for the young and here I am living cause of a boy who should be standing here INSTEAD OF ME!"
The girls eyes widened as here knees gave out. She didn't look at the soldiers behind the old man. Stopped searching their face for a familiar one a while ago.
" So you left him to rot!? Among the enemies!? He will not even get a grave. They will burn him into cinders. He deserves to lay besides our parents. Not to be turned to ashes. You're all cowards..."
"Your brother wanted us to live to tell you he died like a hero."
"Funny, My brother also told me once to be wary of old men in a profession where men die young."
idk what to say for that last sentence other then it was very well written. You did great!!!!:D
Você está destinado ao sucesso.
If I were to compare Ghibli and Disney as a dream that I don't remember when I woke up, Disney would be a dream that would make me smile when I woke up, although I don't know why, while Ghibli would be a dream that would make a single tear drop and my heart sink.💙💙
Pölarisia’s weary eyes scanned the battlefield for hope.
There would never be any to find. She knew. But hope is a lingerer, one that stays long after it is sent away, it clings hard, and it falls hard.
Friends lay scattered, blood flowed like the river that flowed through her homeland, the river that was the reason, the reason why so many of her friends lay dead; she couldn’t do this anymore, she couldn’t keep this charade up any longer…she couldn’t let them down…Her sword lay in pieces at her feet, a reminder that she would always be what they had told her she would always be.
A failure.
She arose and limped toward one of the few familiar faces alive. Elizabeth. Her mentor. Pölarisia asked Elizabeth with a question of hope in her eyes.
Elizabeth simply returned one of sorrow and pity.
Her heart shattered, into a million pieces that could never be put together again.
Gone.
Forever.
She stifled a sob.
“How…did he…die?”
“No child. The question is how did he live.”
She felt trapped, but she had been trapped before, but this time she was trapped alone…alone with the constant companion of guilt.
The guilt of blood.
The guilt of betrayal.
The guilt of all guilt… a friend’s guilt.
“Who am I?” She asked toward the heavens.
“Was I a friend?”
“Was I a traitor?”
“Was I a lover?”
“Or was I a monster?”
You wrote this? Very nice!
Thanks. Your compliment made my day!
Yea I did write it.
Wonderful! Keep it up.
🥰🥰 Positively beautiful.
Awesome!!!❤❤💯💯
Awesome music! 😊
Quote: Darkness may sometimes win the battle but light will always win the war!
Might does not make Right.
Right makes Might.
“Believing he was going to see you again after the war… to the bitter end, when it should’ve been me”
Excelente recopilación de Música Épica
My 1st love died during COVID this has help me cope , Thankyou
I,m sorry so much ❤
Beautiful ❤❤
Wow!!! Your stories take my breath away! I have scary stories too!
This is one hell of a music! 👏
Go for it, babe. Go for it. We will go together.
Good work again
Awesome ❤
I was about to come and type: no I will tell you how he lived but I saw bunch of people who already said that and it made me happy
track 1 😍😍😍😍😍😍
La batalla ha terminado, hemos triunfado, pero cuando todo se despeja descubriendo la desoladora imagen, de caos y total destrucción... la emoción en mi corazón y los latidos se detienen abruptamente. Abatido en mi en mi interior, muy tarde comencé a comprender, que la batalla, no fue por libertad, no fue por honor, mucho menos por causas nobles.... Mi temperamento y la sangre de Guerrero que corre por mis venas, cegó mi razonamiento, ante discursos falsos que alentaban al heroísmo y al levantamiento de las armas.... Ahora sé que todo fue por avaricia, por poder.....Cualquier Himno de Gloria , me sabe a derrota
Father told me a story when I was young. He was a Finnish soldier . During one Russian assault, he grabbed his machine pistol and ran at the Russians, killing every one he saw.Till his gun was empty.He collapsed into the snow. True story.
This was Good 👍
i go to bed with this kind of music :D and i love it
Im from México i really enjoy this music Is beautiful and sad
Beautiful
Their eyes met, perhaps for the last time. Stars aligned for the death of another star.
"It is for your own sake." He whispered as He locked the door to their room. "This war is over: For I'll finish it with my own hands." His Lover shouted, but He ignored. His chest tightened, for He hated this as much as him. "No more pain" A pause. "No more suffering" This silence was perhaps too loud for His own liking. "You will finally be free...! Heh..." A single tear fell with a sad chuckle as He turned his back and left the house, muting His ears to the pleads of his lover. He was going to save the world, but why did He feel so sad about all of this? Why did He choose this path to begin with? Why did He have to leave? He had convinced Himself he was ready to sacrifice his mind and body to save the one He loved, but why didn't His feet move? Why was His body betraying Him? Why was He so afraid? Why were His hands shaking so much? His Lover was finally going to be happy, and the war was finally going to be over, but why couldn't he move? No, this was not the time to question Himself. He had to keep moving, for the sake of His Lover. And the World.
"I am sorry." He whispered to the stars in the night sky as he forced himself to smile.
He walked alone into the battlefield, where the Queen waited for those who dared to challenge her. He smiled and braced Himself to his meeting with Death. "Farewell, my one and only love." His voice cracked as He said His final words.
A large explosion was heard as a bright light blinded all those who could see it. Once it had disappeared, a single, lonely, star flied up to the starry night sky. Their bodies turned to pure ash, leaving nothing behind but the marks of His demise. The wind howled and carried them away, the earth silently crying as the sky began to weep.
The door to their room was finally opened after what seemed like an eternity. The Lover couldn't care less about who had opened it. He had to get to Him. He NEEDED to help Him. The thought of losing Him made his head spin and stomach churn. His legs hurt as the taste of iron became stronger and stronger with each step he took, but he couldn't stop. He needed to get to Him, he NEEDED Him.
He ran into the center of the explosion, heart pounding on his chest as his knees failed to support him, tired and aching from so much running. But...
Where was He...?
"Where is He?" The lover asked the wind. "WHERE IS HE?" He shouted, heart pounding in his chest. He looked around, and there was no sign of his Love. A gentle hand rested on his shoulder as a calm voice whispered into the dead of night. "I'm sorry for your loss, old friend." Low enough to be muffled by the rain, but loud enough to echo in his head.
The Lover's head began to spin, He couldn't be dead. He had to be somewhere around. It couldn't be true. It couldn't. How could He leave him to fare in this world? How could He recklessly go into the face of danger every single time he asked Him not to? How could He lock him up so He could go into battle? Why did He do it? Why was He always so stubborn? Why was it so hard to get Him to understand? Why was he so fucking selfless? Why was He so kind to him if he was going to betray him like this? Why did He whisk him away all for themselves if He was going to leave like that? Why did they spend so much time together, laughing and loving? Was it all for nothing? Did he open up his heart only to be stabbed? Why did He leave him? Why couldn't he ask for help? Why did them choose to leave? Why wasn't there another option? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? _Why? Why? Why? Why?!_
Tears flowed freely as his heart sped up. He felt like puking. His head was spinning, and his ears began to ring loudly. Air escaped his lungs as he lunged at his Old Friend, fists closing tightly against the clothes on their chest. He was panting, struggling to breathe. The pain couldn't be clearer in his voice. "Tell me how he died." The lover whispered as he choked on his own tears. "PLEASE" He begged his friend. He couldn't bear to think he lost him. He couldn't. He prayed to the stars to give him back. He prayed it was just a good old prank, and that everything would go back to normal after this.
"I can't hear you." The Old friend said calmly, and The Lover couldn't stop himself from shouting, the remaining air in his lungs leaving all at once.
"TELL ME HOW HE DIED."
...
Hey! Just wanted to say that I felt a bit inspired by this playlist. I had a writer's block, and these songs helped me to overcome it. Thank you.
Have a great day!
This came up on my “For you” page right as I was sitting down to confirm a character’s death in my own story 😅
Listened to it while I wrote the scene where the MMC found out that his father was killed shortly after MMC and FMC fled the kingdom about 8-9 months earlier
"He died protecting us, your Ladyship." The knight answered gazing at his arrow riddled armor. He looks at his shaking hand before balling it into a fist as the memory of his comerade yelling for him to retreat flashed before his eyes. "He willed us to retreat while sending those mongrels back to hell."
"I see. Then... Then it was a just death." The woman's hand lightly brushes against the chest plate of the fallen knight. "A death he could be proud of."
era exactamente disso que eu precisava.
He didn't necessarily die. He's still alive. But over the course of his existence, the good in him was what died. He wanted to hold onto it, so he did with all the feverish belief he saw everyone else have. But in the end, he knew, that the good in the world was no more. Why should bother being something no one understood? So, while he is alive, he is also dead. Just on the insode, rather than being truly dead.
O vosso trabalho é um trabalho de amor, e manifesta-se em todos os quadros.
Part 6 😲😲😲
Hoenix 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼
What about beautiful mix from EMW 😩❣️
Émouvant ❤❤
Нет никаких переездов.Мне Бог это запретил
Who are you Going To BE.
"If you live for peoples acceptance, you'll die from peoples rejection"
- Someone Wise
"I am no hero. To be a hero is to sacrifice. And I've sacrificed enough. "
- Someone Brave
“The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.”
- Someone Smart (Bob Marley)
Disclaimer: None of these quotes are mine, they all go to their original owners, whoever, they are.
How did she die?
Just like she lived.A hero.
I miss her
We all do but her death made way for endless possibilities. A way to finally end this war.
To Mikaela, and to how she saved us all. May she rest.