He stood alone against the advancing enemy tide. He would die this day, true. But he would take as many of the enemy forces with him. Then he heard it… “On your left.”
Dang! I just quit my job and starting my web dev business from scratch. I'm alone. My enemies: 1) Uncertainty 2) My capital may not be enough. 3) No clients yet. 4) Have a lot to learn. 5) Competitors (that are highly qualified than me). 6) My own doubts. This music: "Just kill them all!"
Every beginning is full of difficulties and challenges, and the psychology and situations you are facing are completely natural. I believe that as long as you persevere and try, everything will be okay. Wish you success. GOOD LUCK! th-cam.com/video/AZ_xRBKFgH4/w-d-xo.html
No, my friend. You have only one enemy. Take a step back. Look at your list. They're all different angles of your doubt. Things are not as adverse as you are thinking. You may have a powerful enemy, but so are you. Did the first to cross the ocean know they would make it? No, they doubted it would succeed. But they took the risk, and it was hugely rewarding. Take the fall, if you have to. The game isn't over until you decide it is. Some people run 3 or 4 failed businesses until they get one to succeed. Keep at it.
Well, maybe don't kill the competitors, unless you're starting a whole other different avenue of business. Sincerely hope the web dev business is panning now that we're 5 months out though. Always good to see a new entrepreneur starting out. Stay hopeful, stay hungry, and G-dspeed.
Revisiting this old comment of mine to hear this music and refresh my motivation 11 months into the journey, I have two clients already (with one who asked me to build websites for 5 of his businesses). It's tough but I'm still in the game - and I don't intend to withdraw anytime.
It didn't take long for Reach to fall our enemy was ruthless. Efficient. But they weren't nearly fast enough. For you had already passed the torch. And because of you, we found Halo, unlocked its secrets, shattered our enemy's resolve. Our victory your victory was so close, I wish you could have lived to see it. But you belong to Reach. Your body, your armor all burned and turned to glass. Everything… except your courage. That, you gave to us. And with it, we can rebuild. -Dr Cathrine Halsey - Halo Reach.
Fred stood alone, staring at the ravenous, demonic beings he once called family, approaching him with eyes blazing red, mouths foaming, clawing at the air...deep was Fred's fear, but as a true hero he embraced it and turned it into unwavering resolve. The fiends would never reach the fridge behind him, for the last slice of cake it contained was going to be his, and no one else's !!
The flow of energy that rushed through me the second I played this, was so powerful...it took my soul away with it....I can imagine myself, in the middle of that battle field rn....
Arms swinging, breathing heavy, darkness all around me. My enemies fall beneath my broken sword and splintered shield. Soon I am the only one left. I feel no closer to death than a dead man. Flying beasts of shadows and cursed souls whirl around me, snapping at me with their blood stained, crooked teeth. Yet I carry on. Deep gashes on my body, each second feels like a minute, each minute an hour, each hour an eternity. My enemies fall only with blows to the head to stop their vicious, malign laughter. One of my eyes is scarred and blind. Blood pouring out my nose and mouth and ears no different than a waterfall or river. And yet I carry on. I long to close my eyes and accept my fate. But I remember them. My friends, alive and dead. My family, deceased and living. My wife and unborn child. I remember, and fight for them. With them. All of them. I will rid the earth of this wretched disease, no matter the cost. And so I carry on.
@@DeadEternally keep in mind I have been fighting for a very, very long time. And it is through sheer determination that I have carried on. Thinking of all the people I know and love helps me carry on too.
Me: Scrolling down the comments to see other's ideas on this, and who picked the best section out of this... *See your comment* Me: Ahh..yes, finally...Lets give it a go.. *press on the time and listen* Me: DAMN BRO THIS IS MAD
Bog nigdy nie był i nie jest i nigdy nie będzie Dobry bo ,,Dobro to tak samo Jak Zło'' to grzech pierworodny ;) czyli ,,Dobro i Zło'' to grzech pierworodny dobry Bóg Jezusa Chrystusa powstał z grzechu pierworodnego jak i Zły Diabeł ;) a wiesz co to ,,Grzech Pierworodny''? To wasza fantazja nie istniejąca Fantazja , grzech pierworodny to kłamstwo zawarte w informacji żadnej potęgi ani siły sprawczej Nie ma i nie będzie miało ponieważ Prawdziwy Bóg , Jedyny Bóg Stwórca Wszechświata który ma przybyć na tą planetę pierwszy raz w historii tej galaktyki nie zna ani Dobra ani Zła i istot wytworzonych w waszej fantazji ;)
Bob stood alone. Creatures circled him, their evil eyes fixated on him. He kept his demeanor silent and his posture straight. His feet slightly parted, he raised a hand and grabbed it. The snarls grew louder. He grinned a powerful and victorious smile and popped the last beer bottle before downing it, to the frustration of the other students.
Look up Battle off Samar, October 25th, 1944. Most superficial retellings don't do it justice; look specifically for Johnston-Hoel Association, action reports in US Naval history register and other places, Drachinifel's video on the battle, etc. One of greatest last stands in history. All these "alone against an army" compilations are just for Samar and the Johnston, SBR, and their fellows in Taffy 3.
This is the music of lone warriors, standing tall against the whole world. Every note is a roar of resilience, every beat of the drum is a step forward, unafraid. It feels like I could fight forever!
ENGARD stood alone. Creatures of the black cloud circled him. Fiends of the fired earth burst out around him. Monsters in armour marched to the groan of Dragon horn, and many more mounted beasts not seen since the Ancient World. Yet on the crest of Endwand Mound, Engard stood silent. Beneath his feet was the blessed ground, upon which Kings had long knelt and given reverence to the Almighty Adan. But here, on the last glint of green, in a landscape smote to ashen grey, Engard stood alone...or, so he had thought...
From the depths of shadow, a figure clad in a tattered green cloak materializes, his emergence as sudden as it is silent. His eyes, blazing with a ferocity that speaks of otherworldly realms, fix upon Engard with an intensity that could scorch the very earth. As he strides beside Engard, the air crackles with the raw, untamed energy of ancient magics, long forgotten but never truly tamed. With a voice roughened by battles unseen and scars unseen, the cloaked man speaks, each word laden with the weight of unyielding resolve. "I'll walk with you into the jaws of death itself, Engard," he growls. "We'll carve our vengeance into the hearts of our enemies, a tribute to our brothers whose blood cries out from the ground."
Music is my sword, lyrics are my shield, I will win this battle and go out singing! Probably not the words he might say, but that would be something to write about. It's crazy how music can inspire anyone to write a few or a lot of words of what they are feeling at that time. I love orchestral music, it drives me when I'm stuck in a writer's block. It gives me the chance to imagine where my characters need to be, what to say and where to go. I've been in a writer's block for so long, it's crazy, but lately I've been listening to these types of music and wow, words can't be explained of how it works so well. Thank you for the music!
Having set out some 10 years ago, quitting my job on October 20th of 2014...I felt an inescapable pull towards my destiny. The path led through deep marshes, thick brushes, dense forests, expansive deserts and peaks transcendent...the depth of pain. The feeling of abandonment, ostracization, oppression and disillusionment. They called me crazy. I sought to defect from a sickened and sickening society, trailing the bread crumbs to find of The Root...finding the essence in Elaha, the One. The only course is New Atlantis, New Jerusalem, True Zion. The Kingdom of Heaven on Earth!
Nowadays, I see everyone talking about Naruto/Boruto and DragonBall but never see anyone speak about inuyasha. I love inuyasha and to this day still watch it and remember every episode bit by bit. I remember when I was 6 waking up every morning at 5:30am with my brother and sister just to watch it on DVD. Those were the days. I'll admit, Naruto is really good, but Inuyasha will forever have my heart.
I'm writing a story right now, and exactly at 43:50 , the beat and notes makes me write the most powerful script in my whole life... This music is a gamechanger for storywriter... Please make more mixes like this...
"- The measure of true glory is not to give battle in the bright noon of war, surrounded by brave comrades upon the field of victory, but to valiantly fight on alone in darkness, with no hope of aid or even remembrance, and to spit defiance in midnight's eye." - Lion El'Johnson
@@epicmusicmix7696 From The Bottom Of Our My Heart, I Would Like To Thank You Deeply For All Your Love And Prayers. Please, Keep Playing...My Own War IT'S STILL NOT OVER. My own blood wants to betray me...All The Time, Every Day...
@@epicmusicmix7696 From The Bottom Of Our Hearts, We Would Like ToTank You Deeply For All The Prayers For Me And My Family. Please, Please Don't Stop Praying to One. The Creator Of All The Universes. I´m Still Fighting My War
Played the on Helldive Difficulty on Helldivers 2 .....boy thats wild! the natural urge to fight your last stand for a greater cause.... thats the soundtrack to it!
Giebort pulled off his kabuto, looked around and wiped his brow. 'These were difficult enough to put down,' he remarked, as the slain corpses of the undead surrounded him, the foul, unholy dark magic that gave them life finally extinguished from the flame contained within his blade. 'I wonder how the rest of the city has fared.' So Giebort picks up his helm and begins walking, the caverns the city of his ancestors built into seemingly darker than before, all unnecessary activity extinguished for the time being. As he walks, he passes four more of his men moving to take his place at the Eastern Gate -- the narrowest entrance into the city. As his men move past, he stops them for a minute to inquire on, grimly, losses, and a status update. "How goes it at the other entrances?" He asks. "On the Eastern Gate, we barely have left a cohesive troop of only a dozen...but we're still there." "Yes Sir!" One dwarf snaps to attention. "On the Western Gate, we have successfully held the line. They have not broken our defenses, and our Stone Knights keep the enemy at bay. For how long is unknown." "What of the Northern Gate?" "Unknown, sir." Another dwarf pipes up. "We was gonna head that way, as me brother is stationed there, and was in the thick o' things, last I knew. That be until we got yer orders to come a-marchin' to the Eastern Gate." "Carry on," Giebort says. "By Morradin, I hope we can hold out for reinforcements." Nodding acknowledgments, Giebort takes his leave, instead heading towards the ground-level command post. There, he is about to get an overall report, when a runner comes in, extremely out of breath. "M-Mess--Message!" He shouts. "Get your breath, lad," Giebort says. "We were about to have a status meeting. Now, out with it. What's the message you have? And from whom?" "It, sir..." The dwarf gulps air, still breathless. "Well?" "Excuse...me...sir," the dwarf says, finally able to speak. "The message is actually two: One from Dunhar, your opposite in Hammersmite. Hammersmite...has fallen. Completely wiped out, and not two days ago." This news shattered Giebort. Dunhar had been both a friend and a fierce rival growing up, but they had earned each other's respect through the decades. And Hammersmite...overrun? If Hammersmite has fallen, what hope did Crucible have? They had better defensive positions, yet fell nonetheless? "Survivors." Not a question. "None that have reported in." "What was the message?" The runner pulled at least three pieces of parchment from his pouch. "Here, sir." Giebort took the missive. Reading it quickly, he realized: Hammersmite's defenses were outnumbered more than ten to one, and according to Dunhar, Hammersmite would fall in less than an hour -- with more enemy reinforcements coming in. Dunhar wrote that his men gave it their all, but that it wasn't enough. So, he wished Giebort better luck than his, and if Fate was not kind, that he and Dunhar have a drink at Morradin's Forge. "Second message," Giebort orders. "And quickly." "Yes, sir," The dwarf pulls out a second piece of parchment. "This one, sir, from the garrison commander at Tempfell." Reading this missive, Giebort knows not the commander, only that Tempfell was only a day's march from his home: Forgefold, the capital citadel of his people, the Smelt-born Dwarves. From this missive, Giebort also learns the other sister citadel, Goldstone, has also fallen. At this, Giebort's blood runs cold, almost as if a forge flame has gone out. "We...we are the last," He remarks to himself. "Sir! Sir! More sightings!" Comes the report. "From where?" Giebort demands. "All three gates report masses of these blasted undead, along with orks, goblins, kobolds, and even a few undead stone giants, sir! What are your orders?" "Give me and the men here a couple of minutes," Giebort says. To the men, Giebort says, raising his voice to an authoritative level: "My kin. My brothers. My compatriots. I have just received word that this war has claimed our two sister citadels, Hammersmite and Goldstone. Both have fallen, overrun by overwhelming odds. In Hammersmite's case, odds of more than 10 to 1. You know as well as I: We have little hope. The humans above our cities initially rejected our pleas. The Elves...even now, refuse to see that the day our light goes out, theirs soon follows. Of this, there is no doubt. We still have no party responsible for this war, begun more than 15 years ago. We are still no closer to a victory; some will now say, we are closer to defeat than we have ever been." At this, grumbling is heard throughout the dwarves present. "Aye, lads!" Giebort brings them back. "To those that would quench us prematurely, I say to them: Forgefold, the cradle of our kind, made from Morradin's own hand, _has never fallen!_ WE are still here, and WE still defend her, this grand citadel, to this day! Forgefold has NEVER fallen! Attacked, yes! Overwhelmed, yes! Bent, yes! BUT NEVER BROKEN ARE WE! We have never surrendered this city, and I do not expect you to this day! We still have our wives, our sons, our daughters, in the deep caverns, even now. We still fight for them, for our future! And now, we fight to carry on! We fight to survive! We are the last Dwarven citadel left! We shall not fall without a fight! And should we win the day, we will celebrate a new dawning of a new age: One in which our defense here will never be forgotten! I tell you this, brothers, that though we are exhausted, though we tire, we must give everything we have to protect this city! We have but hours. Get some food, what rest you can, and prepare. As for what we do now, lads...pull back to the inner gates at each entrance. Make them come to you. Use every gate defense you have, and use the ballistae to take out the undead stone giants our enemies have with them. Make them pay with blood for every foot they take from us! You know what you need to do, my brothers -- now get to it! DIS-MISSED!" HOURS LATER Giebort stood on the inner wall, and for the last two hours, heard the discordant marching of feet in the distance with accompanying wardrums. Everything his men could do, had been done. If it could be blocked, it was blocked; if it could be braced, it was braced. If it needed ammunition, ammunition was located, created, and stocked. Weapons were refreshed and polished. Worn weapons replaced, and replacements for those weapons placed in strategic places in the citadel. There was no way this massive Dwarven stronghold would fall without a fight. Seeing the enemy less than 500 feet from the outer citadel wall, Giebort went down below. His men, in their adamantium heavy armor, spears and pikes at the ready, awaited his command. Giebort stood little more than arm's length from the front line of his Dwarven defenders. At this, an amplified, creaky voice came over the din. "Drop your weapons and surrender, Dwarf," it called out. "If you surrender, we will let you live." Giebort drew his katana, a weapon of beauty that had served him well over 200 years. Drawing on his inner forge-fire, he ignited the blade. A dull, white-hot flame sprang forth from the full black adamantium blade, forged long ago in the forges of this very citadel. "We think it proper to tell you that we, the Dwarves of Forgefold, decline to acquiesce to your request," he loudly remarked. "In case you didn't know, means 'no.' We are not surrendering. So IF you want our weapons... "...COME AND TAKE THEM!"
All these commenters think that you have to dip into fiction for stories like this, I'm here to tell you that a unit from the Vietnam War called MACV-SOG were routinely outnumbered 1000 to 1 and came home.
Any military actions during the Vietnam War were anything but ordinary. From what I gather it was beyond epic. They have and will always have my support. Ibam a daughter of a veteran!
And next to him among the three mighty men was Elea′zar the son of Dodo, son of Aho′hi. He was with David when they defied the Philistines who were gathered there for battle, and the men of Israel withdrew. He rose and struck down the Philistines until his hand was weary, and his hand cleaved to the sword; and the Lord wrought a great victory that day; and the men returned after him only to strip the slain. (2 Samuel 23:9-10 RSV)
Archion stood resolute, as they circled round him. His brothers were dead, his people were dead, and soon, he would be dead too. He brandished his sword defiantly against the hordes surrounding him. They stood there, waiting. Waiting for the smallest sign of movement, any solitary insight to their opponent's next strike. Archion waited too. He knew naught but death awaited him, but he also knew that the brave live on forever. If death was his lot, then he would come to the reaper bringing with him many fellows. Every slash, every strike, had to be perfect. Suddenly, it happened. One soldier moved just a step to the right. Archion seized the opportunity. He darted into the miniscule hole in the lines and made his mark in blood. Before any of his enemies knew what had happened, five of their comrades lay dead. Archion didn't stop there though, he couldn't. He knew that even a second's delay could spell his doom and deny him his glorious stand. His leaf shaped blade cut a terrible swathe with each stroke. He carefully maneuvered through the stage that was his alone. The way he moved was more comparable to a dance than any sort of warfare. He felt his body weakening, but pushed himself harder nonetheless, he would not be denied his glory. The enemy soldiers parted before him, they knew of Archion the Swift, and they were afraid. They did not run, they knew that the sergeants were not far behind, ready to kill them if they wavered, but still, a man cannot simply stand still when he sees death approaching. Archion moved with the grace of a swan. Every motion he made was calculated five seconds beforehand, nothing else would have sufficed. I would not say that Archion was a brave man, or rather, he was no braver than any of his brothers had been. He was simply too proud to stop fighting, too stubborn to let himself die. He would fight for every last breath, for every last beat of his heart. Archion's blade began to grow warm in his hand. He noticed the change, any seasoned warrior would, but he had no time to inspect it, no time to think about it, all that was in his mind, was the war. The battlefield began to brighten, this too was an anomaly, a break from the normal feel of battle. Suddenly, the space just ahead of Archion was awash with flame. He stumbled back, amazed. He looked to his blade and found that it was glowing. The armies around him paused their attack, fearful of what sort of magic the knight in front of them had just unleashed. The clouds began to part, but what met the warriors' weary eyes, was not the peaceful blue sky, but a fierce white light. Archion watched as his enemies began to be consumed by white flame. It was a terrible sight, even for him. In a few minutes, he alone stood on the scorched field. He barely controlled his trembling body. Looking up at the fierce yet beautiful sky, he understood, that something was happening, something far beyond his understanding.
At Thermopylae, Leonidas king of Sparta took his final stand, knowing this battle would be his last. Driven by an oracle- he knew he must give his life to save all of Sparta. Waves and waves of Persians attacked the meager Grecian force but were beaten back... Lay down your weapons! ...Come and take them!
"No weapon formed against me shall prosper and every slandering tongue that shall rise up against me in judgement will be cut out. For this is the heritage of the servants of the Lord and their rightouesness is of me saith the Lord God Almighty" Barry R. Pollard
All the emotions that Phib parted, were just a little part from his unimaginable exponential growth in power. He knew that the entire school counted on him as he rises from the ground and leaped over a rock. Suddenly, a spark of light came out of his eye and he knew that he awakened something far beyond his limits. He pushed his arms upwards and howled, letting go a massive power surging through his body. All that was left on the football pitch was him, his countless failures and Raylou the enemy (known as the demon from Aziebatch). He stood high and kept a silent demeanor as he limped towards his fate. It all started when Raylou summoned his whole army and charged forces onto Phib. All the students inside the buildings watching intensely as Phib charged towards the whole army. He remembered his past and the countless deaths from his village and knew that the whole school was counting on him. One after one, Phib started to notice the fluency on his movements but knew that he couldn't hold such power any longer. He went all in and a mesmerizing aura came out of him, blue as the galaxy and bright as the sun. For many years he was waiting for this moment and rushed onto Raylou. The whole football pitch was shattering onto a massive crater. He yelped and charged his final attack to finally give eternal silence to the deep depths of hell. A massive burst came out of his hands as Raylou panicked and admitted defeat against a mere mortal. Eventually, Phib ascended to the sky as the whole school cheered. To this date, he is known as our god of the sun but in our instincts we recognize him as our savior who once defeated hell.
When you have God on your side, the God of righteousness, truth, justice and you can call on Him and His Heavenly Host; nothing can touch you. Psalm 91:7 A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you. Amen
Great video of music. This is going in my playblist for writing. I love the feel of it. It makes me think of the ranger , Jade ; as he faces off with a vile drow mercenary and his amy alone. Blades flash while magic colllides with innate abilities. A dance to the death. Your music compliation is very good. I enjoyed it.
"I am the hammer. I am the sword in his hand. I am the point of his spear. I am the gauntlet about his fist. I am the bane of his foes, and the woes of the treacherous. I am the end."
Benjamin stood before the army of children, foam sword drawn and pointing off into the distance at their leader. Eruptions boomed off in the distance, another sound of the sure victory! Amongst the sea of darkness, the light shined through reflecting on his toddler armor! It had been so long... but finally, The Bottle Wars was coming to an end.
We were all there surrounded at every angle, bows, swords and shields at the ready "On 3! 1!....2!.....3!!!" I yell, everyone engaging in the battle, one by one my friends got slautered but i kept fighting. The more i foght the stronger i became, the faster i was, reflexes hightened, and at the end i was the last one standing. all you could see for as far as the eye could see is the bodies of the enemy and the leftover destructional path left by me.
Standing atop the hill, on a clear summers morning as the new light of the day breaks the horizon, he looks out at the masses of enemy forces as they march towards him, the sun glistening off their weapons and armour. As he watches them he estimates their numbers to be 1000 strong, highly trained and well disciplined. He smiles to himself as he lifts up his shield and draws his sword, "finally" he thinks to himself " a worthy adversary and a challenge of sorts" knowing that every minute of training and every second of previous battle experience has led to this moment. Then as they start their charge, his smile broadens, as he stands strong, filled with courage holding his ground, knowing they stand little hope of victory and that he will be feasting in just a few hours in the hall of his king and that peace will once again be restored to the kingdom.
Ver um amigo, um aliado sozinho em batalha e triste.... então não fique de joelhos! Vamos lutar mesmo que morra em batalha! ....um mar de inimigos contra 3 solados honrados
gosciu albo zlosliwy chochlik albo cos albo program lub AI lub cos od subskrywowywuje kanaly - ??? wiesz moze kto - Bóg jest ponad cytwilizacjami w universach i moga nas od wiekow gnebic moga nie wierzyc i patrzec na sex i srebrniki a Bóg ma swoj plan i bedziemy sie bronic 250 lat tylko tradycja w wolne dzialanie = w swiecie plecaczkow i materialimzu - idea od dziecka
"Com ele está o braço de carne, mas conosco o Senhor nosso Deus, para nos ajudar, e para guerrear por nós. E o povo descansou nas palavras de Ezequias, rei de Judá." 2 Crônicas 32:8 "With him is only the arm of flesh, but with us is the Lord our God to help us and to fight our battles.” And the people gained confidence from what Hezekiah the king of Judah said." 2 Chronicles 32:8
I can see this music playing while a warrior is putting on his armor and sharpening his sword preparing for the battle of his life. Then he walks slowly to his kitchen grabs a bowl and fills it with his favorite cereal eats it stands up yells ,stretches and goes back to bed. Lol! It was all just for the drama.
Con estas Melodias, me da energia para poder avanzar y no rendirme en esta etapa de mi vida. tal cual yo soy solo vs el mundo. prefiero morir intentandolo a nunca haberlo echo.
Me alegra que la música pueda motivarte. Espero que siempre mantengas un espíritu optimista y estés preparado para afrontar todos los desafíos. Deseándote siempre felicidad y paz.
Alexander stood in front of his enemies army, nearly 1000 to 1. He raised his sword let out a battle cry and with all his anger and power wiped out everyone one in the field. All that was left was him and hundreds of corpses
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"We are surrounded!"
"Good!! It means we can fire in every direction!"
Loved this comment
Wish you have happy relaxing moments while listening to music
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Exactly, everywhere marked by the function of a compass through electromagnetic waves from the universe.
"Medic!"
Missread the title as 'Alone Against a Whole Orchestra'... still fits
Lol. Lmao.
not really.
He stood alone against the advancing enemy tide. He would die this day, true. But he would take as many of the enemy forces with him. Then he heard it…
“On your left.”
"and on your right."
Marvel?
AVENGERS! Assemble
You don't have to escape into fantasy. Look into history!🏺🏛️🥷
USMC, USN (Seabees), and USAF(AC-130). I have seen this combo hold, survive, and win. F*ck Marvel, these are my brothers and sisters. (i'm USN)
“We’re surrounded. Finally a fair fight!”
About time!⚔
„Then it is an even fight.“
If you get that reference, I love you.
YES! Jam Jest! Universe is on our side!
Damnn
Permission to use this line in one of my future books
Dang! I just quit my job and starting my web dev business from scratch.
I'm alone.
My enemies:
1) Uncertainty
2) My capital may not be enough.
3) No clients yet.
4) Have a lot to learn.
5) Competitors (that are highly qualified than me).
6) My own doubts.
This music: "Just kill them all!"
Every beginning is full of difficulties and challenges, and the psychology and situations you are facing are completely natural. I believe that as long as you persevere and try, everything will be okay. Wish you success. GOOD LUCK!
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No, my friend. You have only one enemy.
Take a step back. Look at your list. They're all different angles of your doubt.
Things are not as adverse as you are thinking. You may have a powerful enemy, but so are you.
Did the first to cross the ocean know they would make it? No, they doubted it would succeed. But they took the risk, and it was hugely rewarding.
Take the fall, if you have to. The game isn't over until you decide it is. Some people run 3 or 4 failed businesses until they get one to succeed.
Keep at it.
Good luck, bud. You've already taken more steps towards success than most.
Well, maybe don't kill the competitors, unless you're starting a whole other different avenue of business.
Sincerely hope the web dev business is panning now that we're 5 months out though. Always good to see a new entrepreneur starting out.
Stay hopeful, stay hungry, and G-dspeed.
Revisiting this old comment of mine to hear this music and refresh my motivation
11 months into the journey, I have two clients already (with one who asked me to build websites for 5 of his businesses).
It's tough but I'm still in the game - and I don't intend to withdraw anytime.
"We have you surrounded"
"All I'm surrounded by is the sound of fear and dead men"
Ah yes Lord Vader unleashed
It didn't take long for Reach to fall our enemy was ruthless. Efficient. But they weren't nearly fast enough. For you had already passed the torch. And because of you, we found Halo, unlocked its secrets, shattered our enemy's resolve. Our victory your victory was so close, I wish you could have lived to see it. But you belong to Reach. Your body, your armor all burned and turned to glass. Everything… except your courage. That, you gave to us. And with it, we can rebuild. -Dr Cathrine Halsey - Halo Reach.
Fred stood alone, staring at the ravenous, demonic beings he once called family, approaching him with eyes blazing red, mouths foaming, clawing at the air...deep was Fred's fear, but as a true hero he embraced it and turned it into unwavering resolve. The fiends would never reach the fridge behind him, for the last slice of cake it contained was going to be his, and no one else's !!
this comment is brilliant 😂
"Come alone or in any number you wish; you are naught but prey either way..."
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The flow of energy that rushed through me the second I played this, was so powerful...it took my soul away with it....I can imagine myself, in the middle of that battle field rn....
Arms swinging, breathing heavy, darkness all around me. My enemies fall beneath my broken sword and splintered shield. Soon I am the only one left. I feel no closer to death than a dead man. Flying beasts of shadows and cursed souls whirl around me, snapping at me with their blood stained, crooked teeth.
Yet I carry on.
Deep gashes on my body, each second feels like a minute, each minute an hour, each hour an eternity. My enemies fall only with blows to the head to stop their vicious, malign laughter. One of my eyes is scarred and blind. Blood pouring out my nose and mouth and ears no different than a waterfall or river.
And yet I carry on.
I long to close my eyes and accept my fate. But I remember them. My friends, alive and dead. My family, deceased and living. My wife and unborn child. I remember, and fight for them. With them. All of them. I will rid the earth of this wretched disease, no matter the cost.
And so I carry on.
Already one eye gone, how many seconds before you lose the other one? And how will you carry on?
@@DeadEternally keep in mind I have been fighting for a very, very long time. And it is through sheer determination that I have carried on. Thinking of all the people I know and love helps me carry on too.
wow
This has got to be one of the best epic orchestra compilations I've heard in a while
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1:28:18 'The Origin of Species' is an absolute mind-blowing breath-stealer!! WOW!! 🤯
Me: Scrolling down the comments to see other's ideas on this, and who picked the best section out of this...
*See your comment*
Me: Ahh..yes, finally...Lets give it a go..
*press on the time and listen*
Me: DAMN BRO THIS IS MAD
5:25
Good god, I love this one
8:23
Am I the only one who timed every strike of my imaginary blade with the beat
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Bog nigdy nie był i nie jest i nigdy nie będzie Dobry bo ,,Dobro to tak samo Jak Zło'' to grzech pierworodny ;) czyli ,,Dobro i Zło'' to grzech pierworodny dobry Bóg Jezusa Chrystusa powstał z grzechu pierworodnego jak i Zły Diabeł ;) a wiesz co to ,,Grzech Pierworodny''? To wasza fantazja nie istniejąca Fantazja , grzech pierworodny to kłamstwo zawarte w informacji żadnej potęgi ani siły sprawczej Nie ma i nie będzie miało ponieważ Prawdziwy Bóg , Jedyny Bóg Stwórca Wszechświata który ma przybyć na tą planetę pierwszy raz w historii tej galaktyki nie zna ani Dobra ani Zła i istot wytworzonych w waszej fantazji ;)
Bob stood alone. Creatures circled him, their evil eyes fixated on him. He kept his demeanor silent and his posture straight. His feet slightly parted, he raised a hand and grabbed it. The snarls grew louder. He grinned a powerful and victorious smile and popped the last beer bottle before downing it, to the frustration of the other students.
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Me waiting for game que with guy named Bob and seeing this comment: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT
Bob Ross is is teaching how to paint and this music play in background
@@desrinaqiu9688 "There are no overwhelming odds, just happy little target rich environments!"
Look up Battle off Samar, October 25th, 1944. Most superficial retellings don't do it justice; look specifically for Johnston-Hoel Association, action reports in US Naval history register and other places, Drachinifel's video on the battle, etc. One of greatest last stands in history. All these "alone against an army" compilations are just for Samar and the Johnston, SBR, and their fellows in Taffy 3.
This is the music of lone warriors, standing tall against the whole world. Every note is a roar of resilience, every beat of the drum is a step forward, unafraid. It feels like I could fight forever!
ENGARD stood alone. Creatures of the black cloud circled him. Fiends of the fired earth burst out around him. Monsters in armour marched to the groan of Dragon horn, and many more mounted beasts not seen since the Ancient World. Yet on the crest of Endwand Mound, Engard stood silent. Beneath his feet was the blessed ground, upon which Kings had long knelt and given reverence to the Almighty Adan. But here, on the last glint of green, in a landscape smote to ashen grey, Engard stood alone...or, so he had thought...
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Is this a book??? If so I want to read it! What book????
👻👽🤡🤕😷🤯 mas depois 🌼💮🌸🏵️🌻☀️🌛✨🌟💫🌙☄️
Cool story bro needs more dragons 😂 hahahahaha
From the depths of shadow, a figure clad in a tattered green cloak materializes, his emergence as sudden as it is silent. His eyes, blazing with a ferocity that speaks of otherworldly realms, fix upon Engard with an intensity that could scorch the very earth. As he strides beside Engard, the air crackles with the raw, untamed energy of ancient magics, long forgotten but never truly tamed. With a voice roughened by battles unseen and scars unseen, the cloaked man speaks, each word laden with the weight of unyielding resolve. "I'll walk with you into the jaws of death itself, Engard," he growls. "We'll carve our vengeance into the hearts of our enemies, a tribute to our brothers whose blood cries out from the ground."
Music is my sword, lyrics are my shield, I will win this battle and go out singing!
Probably not the words he might say, but that would be something to write about. It's crazy how music can inspire anyone to write a few or a lot of words of what they are feeling at that time. I love orchestral music, it drives me when I'm stuck in a writer's block. It gives me the chance to imagine where my characters need to be, what to say and where to go. I've been in a writer's block for so long, it's crazy, but lately I've been listening to these types of music and wow, words can't be explained of how it works so well. Thank you for the music!
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Having set out some 10 years ago, quitting my job on October 20th of 2014...I felt an inescapable pull towards my destiny. The path led through deep marshes, thick brushes, dense forests, expansive deserts and peaks transcendent...the depth of pain. The feeling of abandonment, ostracization, oppression and disillusionment. They called me crazy. I sought to defect from a sickened and sickening society, trailing the bread crumbs to find of The Root...finding the essence in Elaha, the One. The only course is New Atlantis, New Jerusalem, True Zion. The Kingdom of Heaven on Earth!
"Против всех исчадий из глубин преисподней, против всех нечестивцев рода людского мы выставим тебя одного"
Хахахах, ультрасупермега харош.
А откуда это?
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Nowadays, I see everyone talking about Naruto/Boruto and DragonBall but never see anyone speak about inuyasha. I love inuyasha and to this day still watch it and remember every episode bit by bit. I remember when I was 6 waking up every morning at 5:30am with my brother and sister just to watch it on DVD. Those were the days. I'll admit, Naruto is really good, but Inuyasha will forever have my heart.
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"Shipmaster, they outnumber us three to one!"
"Then it is an even fight..."
"Tell all cruisers to fire at will"
"A man walks forward into the jaws of death, not for the fear of what lies ahead, but for what hides behind his shield." ~Soldier
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"Though an army rises up against me,in this I will be confident ."☝️💪
No retreat, no surrender; that is Spartan law
Imperial Guard(Astra Militarum).
Magnus the Red 😥😥😥😥😥😥😥😥😥😥
Give up! We have you surrounded!
All I’m surrounded by is fear… and dead men.
Listening on the toilet fighting a hard battle😢
I'm writing a story right now, and exactly at 43:50 , the beat and notes makes me write the most powerful script in my whole life...
This music is a gamechanger for storywriter...
Please make more mixes like this...
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"- The measure of true glory is not to give battle in the bright noon of war, surrounded by brave comrades upon the field of victory, but to valiantly fight on alone in darkness, with no hope of aid or even remembrance, and to spit defiance in midnight's eye." - Lion El'Johnson
I'm taking this advice to real life! Thanks 🕯👍🦋
playing this really helped me while I was writing an epic battle scene in my book. Thanks for this
Thank you very much for your kind words, hope you are always lucky and successful
Really enjoy this collection. Good energy without being too overpowerin
Seriously....What AMAZING images!! I was watching my own movie!! Thank you!!!
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@@epicmusicmix7696 From The Bottom Of Our My Heart, I Would Like To Thank You Deeply For All Your Love And Prayers. Please, Keep Playing...My Own War IT'S STILL NOT OVER. My own blood wants to betray me...All The Time, Every Day...
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I have certain soundtracks I listen to as I write. This is definitely going in my list! Fantastic job!
Thank you for always accompanying and supporting us, best wishes to you and your family
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"against a whole army alone" closes eyes "hey no fair, if l cant see you, you can't see me!"
They transport you back in time beautifully. 🌟
Played the on Helldive Difficulty on Helldivers 2 .....boy thats wild! the natural urge to fight your last stand for a greater cause.... thats the soundtrack to it!
Giebort pulled off his kabuto, looked around and wiped his brow. 'These were difficult enough to put down,' he remarked, as the slain corpses of the undead surrounded him, the foul, unholy dark magic that gave them life finally extinguished from the flame contained within his blade.
'I wonder how the rest of the city has fared.'
So Giebort picks up his helm and begins walking, the caverns the city of his ancestors built into seemingly darker than before, all unnecessary activity extinguished for the time being. As he walks, he passes four more of his men moving to take his place at the Eastern Gate -- the narrowest entrance into the city. As his men move past, he stops them for a minute to inquire on, grimly, losses, and a status update.
"How goes it at the other entrances?" He asks. "On the Eastern Gate, we barely have left a cohesive troop of only a dozen...but we're still there."
"Yes Sir!" One dwarf snaps to attention. "On the Western Gate, we have successfully held the line. They have not broken our defenses, and our Stone Knights keep the enemy at bay. For how long is unknown."
"What of the Northern Gate?"
"Unknown, sir." Another dwarf pipes up. "We was gonna head that way, as me brother is stationed there, and was in the thick o' things, last I knew. That be until we got yer orders to come a-marchin' to the Eastern Gate."
"Carry on," Giebort says. "By Morradin, I hope we can hold out for reinforcements."
Nodding acknowledgments, Giebort takes his leave, instead heading towards the ground-level command post. There, he is about to get an overall report, when a runner comes in, extremely out of breath.
"M-Mess--Message!" He shouts.
"Get your breath, lad," Giebort says. "We were about to have a status meeting. Now, out with it. What's the message you have? And from whom?"
"It, sir..." The dwarf gulps air, still breathless.
"Well?"
"Excuse...me...sir," the dwarf says, finally able to speak. "The message is actually two: One from Dunhar, your opposite in Hammersmite. Hammersmite...has fallen. Completely wiped out, and not two days ago."
This news shattered Giebort. Dunhar had been both a friend and a fierce rival growing up, but they had earned each other's respect through the decades. And Hammersmite...overrun? If Hammersmite has fallen, what hope did Crucible have? They had better defensive positions, yet fell nonetheless?
"Survivors." Not a question.
"None that have reported in."
"What was the message?"
The runner pulled at least three pieces of parchment from his pouch. "Here, sir."
Giebort took the missive. Reading it quickly, he realized: Hammersmite's defenses were outnumbered more than ten to one, and according to Dunhar, Hammersmite would fall in less than an hour -- with more enemy reinforcements coming in. Dunhar wrote that his men gave it their all, but that it wasn't enough. So, he wished Giebort better luck than his, and if Fate was not kind, that he and Dunhar have a drink at Morradin's Forge.
"Second message," Giebort orders. "And quickly."
"Yes, sir," The dwarf pulls out a second piece of parchment. "This one, sir, from the garrison commander at Tempfell."
Reading this missive, Giebort knows not the commander, only that Tempfell was only a day's march from his home: Forgefold, the capital citadel of his people, the Smelt-born Dwarves.
From this missive, Giebort also learns the other sister citadel, Goldstone, has also fallen. At this, Giebort's blood runs cold, almost as if a forge flame has gone out.
"We...we are the last," He remarks to himself.
"Sir! Sir! More sightings!" Comes the report.
"From where?" Giebort demands.
"All three gates report masses of these blasted undead, along with orks, goblins, kobolds, and even a few undead stone giants, sir! What are your orders?"
"Give me and the men here a couple of minutes," Giebort says. To the men, Giebort says, raising his voice to an authoritative level:
"My kin. My brothers. My compatriots. I have just received word that this war has claimed our two sister citadels, Hammersmite and Goldstone. Both have fallen, overrun by overwhelming odds. In Hammersmite's case, odds of more than 10 to 1. You know as well as I: We have little hope. The humans above our cities initially rejected our pleas. The Elves...even now, refuse to see that the day our light goes out, theirs soon follows. Of this, there is no doubt. We still have no party responsible for this war, begun more than 15 years ago. We are still no closer to a victory; some will now say, we are closer to defeat than we have ever been."
At this, grumbling is heard throughout the dwarves present.
"Aye, lads!" Giebort brings them back. "To those that would quench us prematurely, I say to them: Forgefold, the cradle of our kind, made from Morradin's own hand, _has never fallen!_ WE are still here, and WE still defend her, this grand citadel, to this day! Forgefold has NEVER fallen! Attacked, yes! Overwhelmed, yes! Bent, yes! BUT NEVER BROKEN ARE WE! We have never surrendered this city, and I do not expect you to this day! We still have our wives, our sons, our daughters, in the deep caverns, even now. We still fight for them, for our future! And now, we fight to carry on! We fight to survive! We are the last Dwarven citadel left! We shall not fall without a fight!
And should we win the day, we will celebrate a new dawning of a new age: One in which our defense here will never be forgotten! I tell you this, brothers, that though we are exhausted, though we tire, we must give everything we have to protect this city! We have but hours. Get some food, what rest you can, and prepare. As for what we do now, lads...pull back to the inner gates at each entrance. Make them come to you. Use every gate defense you have, and use the ballistae to take out the undead stone giants our enemies have with them. Make them pay with blood for every foot they take from us!
You know what you need to do, my brothers -- now get to it! DIS-MISSED!"
HOURS LATER
Giebort stood on the inner wall, and for the last two hours, heard the discordant marching of feet in the distance with accompanying wardrums. Everything his men could do, had been done. If it could be blocked, it was blocked; if it could be braced, it was braced. If it needed ammunition, ammunition was located, created, and stocked. Weapons were refreshed and polished. Worn weapons replaced, and replacements for those weapons placed in strategic places in the citadel. There was no way this massive Dwarven stronghold would fall without a fight.
Seeing the enemy less than 500 feet from the outer citadel wall, Giebort went down below. His men, in their adamantium heavy armor, spears and pikes at the ready, awaited his command.
Giebort stood little more than arm's length from the front line of his Dwarven defenders.
At this, an amplified, creaky voice came over the din.
"Drop your weapons and surrender, Dwarf," it called out. "If you surrender, we will let you live."
Giebort drew his katana, a weapon of beauty that had served him well over 200 years. Drawing on his inner forge-fire, he ignited the blade. A dull, white-hot flame sprang forth from the full black adamantium blade, forged long ago in the forges of this very citadel.
"We think it proper to tell you that we, the Dwarves of Forgefold, decline to acquiesce to your request," he loudly remarked. "In case you didn't know, means 'no.' We are not surrendering. So IF you want our weapons...
"...COME AND TAKE THEM!"
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Big last stand of the 300 spartan vibes !! ⚒️⚒️🗡️🗡️💪🏼
Wish you have happy relaxing moments while listening to music
I listen to this on my way to work to mentally prepare myself
I hope this video will bring you a lot of meaning and joy.
I love the songs in this playlist. It's been an inspiration in my life.
Sounds serious 😹
All these commenters think that you have to dip into fiction for stories like this, I'm here to tell you that a unit from the Vietnam War called MACV-SOG were routinely outnumbered 1000 to 1 and came home.
MACV-SOG missions put action movies to shame to the point that Hollywood would only diminish their stories.
Thanks so much for the support
Good stuff.
Any military actions during the Vietnam War were anything but ordinary. From what I gather it was beyond epic. They have and will always have my support. Ibam a daughter of a veteran!
Yeah, and that ended so well for em ..... 😅
Walking through life surrounded by evil. Steadfast ready to fight til death for our King and saviour. ✝️
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"Snake, you´re all alone and surrounded by bad guys"
Pretty good music, keep it up with the good work.
Сильная музыка 👍 для воина света нет разницы какое войско против него, он стоит до смерти.
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для война тьмы тоже 😈
Від росіянина звучить занадто лицемірно.
Real life strugglers! No ones ever truly alone. Chin up. Every season of life is a tunnel, not a cave. This suffering will pass. 🌻💗
Awesome
This is a very good mix actually, well done
Glad you enjoyed it! 🙏
Maravilha!
I feel like a Grey Warden again 😎
Wonderful! Gorgeous!! 🤟 Thank you so much for sharing 💖 Is there a chance to buy it on CD??
If you do not conquer self, you will be conquered by self.
~Napoleon Hill~❤
Don’t let the enemy win
powerful music 💪
This music can motivate and inspire you. Thank bro
And next to him among the three mighty men was Elea′zar the son of Dodo, son of Aho′hi. He was with David when they defied the Philistines who were gathered there for battle, and the men of Israel withdrew. He rose and struck down the Philistines until his hand was weary, and his hand cleaved to the sword; and the Lord wrought a great victory that day; and the men returned after him only to strip the slain. (2 Samuel 23:9-10 RSV)
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Archion stood resolute, as they circled round him. His brothers were dead, his people were dead, and soon, he would be dead too. He brandished his sword defiantly against the hordes surrounding him. They stood there, waiting. Waiting for the smallest sign of movement, any solitary insight to their opponent's next strike. Archion waited too. He knew naught but death awaited him, but he also knew that the brave live on forever. If death was his lot, then he would come to the reaper bringing with him many fellows. Every slash, every strike, had to be perfect. Suddenly, it happened. One soldier moved just a step to the right. Archion seized the opportunity. He darted into the miniscule hole in the lines and made his mark in blood. Before any of his enemies knew what had happened, five of their comrades lay dead. Archion didn't stop there though, he couldn't. He knew that even a second's delay could spell his doom and deny him his glorious stand. His leaf shaped blade cut a terrible swathe with each stroke. He carefully maneuvered through the stage that was his alone. The way he moved was more comparable to a dance than any sort of warfare. He felt his body weakening, but pushed himself harder nonetheless, he would not be denied his glory. The enemy soldiers parted before him, they knew of Archion the Swift, and they were afraid. They did not run, they knew that the sergeants were not far behind, ready to kill them if they wavered, but still, a man cannot simply stand still when he sees death approaching. Archion moved with the grace of a swan. Every motion he made was calculated five seconds beforehand, nothing else would have sufficed. I would not say that Archion was a brave man, or rather, he was no braver than any of his brothers had been. He was simply too proud to stop fighting, too stubborn to let himself die. He would fight for every last breath, for every last beat of his heart. Archion's blade began to grow warm in his hand. He noticed the change, any seasoned warrior would, but he had no time to inspect it, no time to think about it, all that was in his mind, was the war. The battlefield began to brighten, this too was an anomaly, a break from the normal feel of battle. Suddenly, the space just ahead of Archion was awash with flame. He stumbled back, amazed. He looked to his blade and found that it was glowing. The armies around him paused their attack, fearful of what sort of magic the knight in front of them had just unleashed. The clouds began to part, but what met the warriors' weary eyes, was not the peaceful blue sky, but a fierce white light. Archion watched as his enemies began to be consumed by white flame. It was a terrible sight, even for him. In a few minutes, he alone stood on the scorched field. He barely controlled his trembling body. Looking up at the fierce yet beautiful sky, he understood, that something was happening, something far beyond his understanding.
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At Thermopylae, Leonidas king of Sparta took his final stand, knowing this battle would be his last. Driven by an oracle- he knew he must give his life to save all of Sparta. Waves and waves of Persians attacked the meager Grecian force but were beaten back...
Lay down your weapons! ...Come and take them!
The Spartans trained their boys by having them murder serfs.
I'm already preparing in advance for the pleasant emotions from epic music
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I may try this one out during my next gym session
Wishing you happy music. Hope music will bring you more inspiration in life
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Should get adrenaline pumping just listening to the music.
Adrenaline hammering my Light. Come what may, I want it that way. Roar!!!
The title is what Grim Dawn is all about. And these songs are great inspiration for some build like my lightning retaliation Archon.
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En cuanto vi el título me acordé de Abraham Presilla, ese hombre es un grande y todo un héroe
reading solo leveling while listening to this, love it
Hope this music can motivate and inspire you
I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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"No weapon formed against me shall prosper and every slandering tongue that shall rise up against me in judgement will be cut out. For this is the heritage of the servants of the Lord and their rightouesness is of me saith the Lord God Almighty" Barry R. Pollard
This music is truly wonderful
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Thank you for accompanying me on this journey
All the emotions that Phib parted, were just a little part from his unimaginable exponential growth in power. He knew that the entire school counted on him as he rises from the ground and leaped over a rock. Suddenly, a spark of light came out of his eye and he knew that he awakened something far beyond his limits. He pushed his arms upwards and howled, letting go a massive power surging through his body. All that was left on the football pitch was him, his countless failures and Raylou the enemy (known as the demon from Aziebatch). He stood high and kept a silent demeanor as he limped towards his fate.
It all started when Raylou summoned his whole army and charged forces onto Phib.
All the students inside the buildings watching intensely as Phib charged towards the whole army. He remembered his past and the countless deaths from his village and knew that the whole school was counting on him.
One after one, Phib started to notice the fluency on his movements but knew that he couldn't hold such power any longer. He went all in and a mesmerizing aura came out of him, blue as the galaxy and bright as the sun. For many years he was waiting for this moment and rushed onto Raylou. The whole football pitch was shattering onto a massive crater. He yelped and charged his final attack to finally give eternal silence to the deep depths of hell.
A massive burst came out of his hands as Raylou panicked and admitted defeat against a mere mortal. Eventually, Phib ascended to the sky as the whole school cheered. To this date, he is known as our god of the sun but in our instincts we recognize him as our savior who once defeated hell.
uhm sir this is a wendy's
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This is perfect! Reminds me of an army marching to attack.
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I'm sorry...... Reminds?!??
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When you have God on your side, the God of righteousness, truth, justice and you can call on Him and His Heavenly Host; nothing can touch you. Psalm 91:7 A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you. Amen
I feel like a warrior 💪🏼💪🏼👍
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Great video of music. This is going in my playblist for writing. I love the feel of it. It makes me think of the ranger , Jade ; as he faces off with a vile drow mercenary and his amy alone. Blades flash while magic colllides with innate abilities. A dance to the death.
Your music compliation is very good. I enjoyed it.
Thank you for sharing this memorable moment with us.💗
"I am the hammer. I am the sword in his hand. I am the point of his spear. I am the gauntlet about his fist. I am the bane of his foes, and the woes of the treacherous. I am the end."
Benjamin stood before the army of children, foam sword drawn and pointing off into the distance at their leader. Eruptions boomed off in the distance, another sound of the sure victory! Amongst the sea of darkness, the light shined through reflecting on his toddler armor! It had been so long... but finally, The Bottle Wars was coming to an end.
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Yay!
We were all there surrounded at every angle, bows, swords and shields at the ready "On 3! 1!....2!.....3!!!" I yell, everyone engaging in the battle, one by one my friends got slautered but i kept fighting. The more i foght the stronger i became, the faster i was, reflexes hightened, and at the end i was the last one standing. all you could see for as far as the eye could see is the bodies of the enemy and the leftover destructional path left by me.
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Me in my full astral journey listening to this while fighting against an army
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Amazing Music!! Is that all real instruments or electric generated Sounds? Best regards and much as possible Succes for you! 🙂
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The best - "The price of liberty" 01:31:16
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Lovely
Thanks. You are also very lovely💖
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Standing atop the hill, on a clear summers morning as the new light of the day breaks the horizon, he looks out at the masses of enemy forces as they march towards him, the sun glistening off their weapons and armour. As he watches them he estimates their numbers to be 1000 strong, highly trained and well disciplined. He smiles to himself as he lifts up his shield and draws his sword, "finally" he thinks to himself " a worthy adversary and a challenge of sorts" knowing that every minute of training and every second of previous battle experience has led to this moment. Then as they start their charge, his smile broadens, as he stands strong, filled with courage holding his ground, knowing they stand little hope of victory and that he will be feasting in just a few hours in the hall of his king and that peace will once again be restored to the kingdom.
Wishing you always have happy days and success in everything!
*their weapons
*their numbers
*their charge
Thanks friend. I'll start proof reading from now on before posting@@jeremykeller9909
very nice songs
Thank you for always accompanying and supporting us, best wishes to you and your family
Ver um amigo, um aliado sozinho em batalha e triste.... então não fique de joelhos! Vamos lutar mesmo que morra em batalha!
....um mar de inimigos contra 3 solados honrados
Excelente orquesta!!
Please accept my best wishes and happiness to you and your loved ones
"None of you seem to understand.... I'm not locked in here with you.... You're locked in here with me!" - Rorschach (The Watchmen)
the amount of "they stood their ground alone" story starters is crazy.
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Thank you for accompanying me on this journey
Goes hard
मनुष्यः यदा ईश्वरस्य समीपे (सन्ततिः अपि) भवति तदा सन्तुष्टः भवति, कस्यचित् सह वा विना वा, स्वविरक्तसमये रक्षणं कार्यं च कर्तुं, विनोदं न कृत्वा - हानिः, निन्दायाः च अभावे अपि, तत् सुकरं न भवति
आशासे यत् भवान् सर्वदा आशावादी भावनां धारयिष्यति तथा च सर्वेषां आव्हानानां सामना कर्तुं सज्जः भविष्यति। सदैव सुखं शान्तिं च कामना।
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"WE CANT FIGHT THEM, THEY'RE TOO MANY!!!!"
"RUN!!!... I'll hold them off"
Wish you have happy relaxing moments while listening to music
I listen to all of this video before I fall asleep ..
Wish you good night and sweet dreams💗
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I will not be silenced!
"You think I'm trapped in here with you?
No, you’re trapped in here with me"
-Rorschach's journal
Reading the BIBLE with this on...💕😎😎
Wish you have happy relaxing moments while listening to music
Samson's theme music.
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Then you have missed the point of the New Testament.
@@charlesfaure1189 Don't worry, he's reading Revelation.
"Com ele está o braço de carne, mas conosco o Senhor nosso Deus, para nos ajudar, e para guerrear por nós. E o povo descansou nas palavras de Ezequias, rei de Judá."
2 Crônicas 32:8
"With him is only the arm of flesh, but with us is the Lord our God to help us and to fight our battles.” And the people gained confidence from what Hezekiah the king of Judah said."
2 Chronicles 32:8
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We’re paratroopers. We’re supposed to be surrounded.
I can see this music playing while a warrior is putting on his armor and sharpening his sword preparing for the battle of his life. Then he walks slowly to his kitchen grabs a bowl and fills it with his favorite cereal eats it stands up yells ,stretches and goes back to bed. Lol! It was all just for the drama.
You are a great source of encouragement for us. These good wishes are for you
@epicmusicmix7696 it's what I do.
Con estas Melodias, me da energia para poder avanzar y no rendirme en esta etapa de mi vida. tal cual yo soy solo vs el mundo. prefiero morir intentandolo a nunca haberlo echo.
Me alegra que la música pueda motivarte. Espero que siempre mantengas un espíritu optimista y estés preparado para afrontar todos los desafíos. Deseándote siempre felicidad y paz.
It’s me against the world.
It wouldn’t be fair otherwise.
Hope you will always maintain an optimistic spirit and be ready to face all challenges. Wishing you always happiness and peace.
Alexander stood in front of his enemies army, nearly 1000 to 1. He raised his sword let out a battle cry and with all his anger and power wiped out everyone one in the field. All that was left was him and hundreds of corpses
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