In my dreams I've passed the White Door, which has been called the Bone Door and the Gate of Ivory. My voice remains outside the House each time I enter.
The road ducks into the trees. Pale wings move deep in the wood. I am stumbling over roots, now. It is tempting to drop to all fours, to avoid the low branches. The moon passes behind the black leaves, though her fingers remain in my hair.
W 140 rocznice urodzin Karola Szymanowskiego, cudownie jest patrzeć jak dzieła wielkiego, polskiego kompozytora są podziwiane i chętnie wykonywane na całym świecie przez wszystkie pokolenia muzyków ❤
I will rise high, and higher yet. My affairs will prosper. I will fill a fine house with elegant things. I will be honoured by my peers and slandered by my rivals. I will grow used to the sound of my name. Then one day, I will die, and some time after that, my name will be heard no more.
The higher I rise, the more I see. The Higher I rise, the more I See. The HIGHER I rise, the more I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE.
Bir zamanlar bir adam vardı Gözleri yıldızları bizden çaldı Hani kötü olan dünyaydı Bilimi sanatı kendine sakladı Herkes cahil kaldı İnanmaya daha meyilli Ve böylece daha da mutlu Kötü adam böylece Onlara aptal mutluluğu bahşetti Elleri tutmayıncaya kadar çalıştılar Sesleri çıkmayıncaya kadar güldüler Sesleri kesilince düşünmeye yeltendiler Ve ansızın öldüler Ahiret yaşamı gibi değil Hiç olu verdiler Eskisinden daha hiç değil Ama hiç Ama hikaye burdan bitmezdi Çünkü kötüler ölmezdi Tarih birbirinin tekrarı değil mi Bir yenisi geldi başka bir diyara Uzaya diyelim Uzaylılar gelişmiş teknolojilerini kullanmaya karar verdiler Bizleri yok etmek için Oysa biz buna değmezdik
_The Wood grows around the walls of the Mansus. As any student of Histories knows, the Mansus has no walls._
i know im late but can someone please point me to the part that the soundtrack is from? lmao i just cant hear it anywhere
@@_nichrye the Mansus has the entire music as a track
what is this cringe larp?
@@MatthewMcRowan"It has been claimed that Grail was born from the first sacrifice. But Moth knows better"
@@MatthewMcRowan its called "referencing a piece of media" lmao
*Glory is a question, and the Moth always answers Yes.*
In my dreams I've passed the White Door, which has been called the Bone Door and the Gate of Ivory. My voice remains outside the House each time I enter.
"A snatch of poetry: a single memory of a certain house that all of us visit at least twice in our lives."
Both the Heart and the Grail are pleased by this delightfull music
Coucou toi
oh he’s DREAMY dreamy
dork xx holy cow you’re right
NOT anymore
Stephen: * breathes *
Me: wow, fantastic, unique, amazing, original, always something new, incredible
Way : The Wood
The road ducks into the trees. Pale wings move deep in the wood. I am stumbling over roots, now. It is tempting to drop to all fours, to avoid the low branches. The moon passes behind the black leaves, though her fingers remain in my hair.
W 140 rocznice urodzin Karola Szymanowskiego, cudownie jest patrzeć jak dzieła wielkiego, polskiego kompozytora są podziwiane i chętnie wykonywane na całym świecie przez wszystkie pokolenia muzyków ❤
In the Fifth History alone, I shall rise like a wave and hood myself to mark what I have become.
How did I just KNOW the comments on this were gonna be full of us weirdos...
I will rise high, and higher yet. My affairs will prosper. I will fill a fine house with elegant things. I will be honoured by my peers and slandered by my rivals. I will grow used to the sound of my name. Then one day, I will die, and some time after that, my name will be heard no more.
He has the best phrasing out of anybody I've heard play this piece
Best track for crossing the Tricuspid Gate
I have witnessed its strength, i would be a fool not to fear it
Outstanding! What an intense piece. The accompanist was wonderful also.
This comment section.
Seriously.
_Quickly boards the Stanton to Port Noon._
Gosh, how I love his playing.
The higher I rise, the more I see.
The Higher I rise, the more I See.
The HIGHER I rise, the more I SEE.
THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE.
THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE.
THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE. THE HIGHER I RISE, THE MORE I SEE.
que maravilhoso!
Bir zamanlar bir adam vardı
Gözleri yıldızları bizden çaldı
Hani kötü olan dünyaydı
Bilimi sanatı kendine sakladı
Herkes cahil kaldı
İnanmaya daha meyilli
Ve böylece daha da mutlu
Kötü adam böylece
Onlara aptal mutluluğu bahşetti
Elleri tutmayıncaya kadar çalıştılar
Sesleri çıkmayıncaya kadar güldüler
Sesleri kesilince düşünmeye yeltendiler
Ve ansızın öldüler
Ahiret yaşamı gibi değil
Hiç olu verdiler
Eskisinden daha hiç değil
Ama hiç
Ama hikaye burdan bitmezdi
Çünkü kötüler ölmezdi
Tarih birbirinin tekrarı değil mi
Bir yenisi geldi başka bir diyara
Uzaya diyelim
Uzaylılar gelişmiş teknolojilerini kullanmaya karar verdiler
Bizleri yok etmek için
Oysa biz buna değmezdik
Gdyby Szymanowski mógł posłuchać i zobaczyć to wykonanie to pewnie zaczął by lewitować z radości😀
Lovely
Great!!!!!!
is trantella not a dance ? or are they referring to the tempo of the piece ?
where is he from?
Silicon Valley, California.
Mansus
Roses are red, violets are blue.
You expected more, didn't you?