Last one standing
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- Опубліковано 10 чер 2024
- #Heromusic #villains#heroes
Last one standing
Spotify: open.spotify.com/user/31xs7al...
Art: www.artstation.com/artwork/amowk
Songs:
00:00 Never Give Up - UNSECRET feat. Rose Cousins
02:59 Last Survivior - UNSECRET + Nilka
07:45 Revolution - UNSECRET (feat. Ruelle)
12:23 Where It All Begins - Astyria
16:39 Open Your Eyes - Jules Bromley [Feat.Victoria Beaumont]
20:34 Just a Girl - Astyria
24:14 I Still Believe in Heroes - Astyria
27:58 Wildest Dreams - Astyria
31:29 Kingdom Come - Astyria
36:05 Walking on Water - Astyria
39:40 King of Pain - Valerie Broussard (Cover)
42:54 Goodbye - Ramsey Epic cover (Feat. SORAH)
46:42 Thank For Watching
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I was with my brothers and sons. They were all so young, so full of life, passion, and potential. Yet here they decided to stand with me before the hoard that arrived at our door. Even before the first clash came, I knew what the outcome would be, it had happened to me before.
... shift back...
In another life I stood around piles of corpses. Was it another mad magician, or demons? It didn't matter to me anymore, I had fought this fight a dozen times before, I would fight it a dozen more. It didn't matter how many foes came at me. It didn't matter how many friends I pulled from harm's way, In the end...
...shift back...
The first time always stuck with me. Every time I found myself alone on the battlefield I reminisced. Even as little as I was, with how little I knew of the world. A collection of tents burned around me, bodies of my clan lie around me. It was the first time I was the last one standing. If I would have known the pain that I would be dealt, and the pain I would deal to others and the world.... Would I have made sure that was the last time I was the last one?
...shift present...
I shook the destructive thoughts from my mind. I tried not to dwell on them. I charged with my kin and the hoards melted before us. To be the last one standing didn't simply mean outlasting your foes. You outlasted your friends as well. This time though, for the first time in a very very long time I hoped that I was not the last one standing, that these men dying next to me would be standing next to me in the end.
"Whatever happened, happens. It just a feeling of Standing on soil feels so much different than standing on city pavement; it lets you look inward and reflect and see who you really are, while you see a beautiful, unspoiled land as far as the eye can see. It allows your inner life to grow."
-For those people whose fighting their silence battle out there. I knew you were the last one standing.
"standing on the corpses of your friends and brother in arms I feel your anger I feel your power swell, it fills me with ecstasy... And fear... Something I haven't felt in years... This battle will be written in history, the victor a legend... But to the last one standing life will be forever changed... NOW COME AND FIGHT ME!"
_"Even when you're all alone, you're the last one, all your friends are dead...You're still fighting. But why? What's the point if you'll lose anyways? You can just give up already, it's impossible for you to beat us." The leader of the army looked down at the last one standing, who kept fighting the never ending forces of evil._
_The last warrior raised his bloody sword and kicked one of the other thousands ripped off heads, his careless, yet with deathly intentions eyes looked at the main enemy, while his voice, so calm yet threatening spoke "Even impossible can be possible. I don't give up and never will. Because I am stronger than all of you altogether! I am fighting even thought all of them are dead." And with these words, the warrior looked at the corpses of his not so long ago alive teammates. It felt as if he would want to burst into tears, but he knew that he wouldn't._
_He wasn't able to save them. But he should be able to avenge them, so he won't disappoint them._
_And with these thoughts he rushed at the enemies army, knowing, that after this hard battle he will see them again._
a battle of revenge
Killing has been an art for me, all it takes is a good enough motivation to kill.
People were around me in every battle i fought but they died that same battle, i could only keep pushing forward.
I always was the last one standing, piles of corpes with fresh blood and the scent of smoke and silence where my companions in every battle.
I didnt know the feeling of defeat or winning anymore.
Just the pure ectasy of life and death vals in a battle,
No rules or Order
No chains or status,
just raw power and motivation to be the last one standing there.
And here i am, seeing another legend, you my friend are the only one in 4 years since the last one to be the last one in my way, i salute you, you survived this madness to stand and now we are the only ones here.
But we both know already the truth.....
*ONLY ONE WILL LEAVE ALIVE THIS PLACE AND THE OTHER BE LEFT FORGOTTEN BUT ALIVE IN THE WINNER*
so lets fight and see if you are my succesor or just a lucky one.
Face the Last One Standing of the old generation.
-Lonter The One
thank you
Less than two seconds in and I'm hooked.
Winning is absolute, there are no losers only winners…the moment you have compassion for your enemy is the moment you have lost the battle. The weak stay weak and the strong GROW.
On our journey, we will be attacked by all manner of enemies. Close your heart to their desperation. Close your heart to their suffering. Do not allow yourself to feel for them. They will not feel for you.
not true bub.... iPhone and android the story of our time..... android won by coming in second and jobs pissed off every cartel in the western hemisphere.
@@wcrow2130 didn’t ask really
@@ZakSword_TxS may not ask, but i tell that every chance i get because the media absolutely lied about it.
@@SithicusPL unless they want to die like a release from their torment, then u can at least kill them painlessly and/or instantly.
Once upon a time, in a distant world. There was an Adventurer Guild, they fought everywhere in the world but the last on the demon dungeon, they won but... The guildmaster was the last adventurer alive...
Name?
@@lautaroalvo5082 an unknown weeb (me lmao)
@@Starless404 Honestly a real shame that the guildmaster was the only one to make it. What he was in charge of died, what does he do after that? Forming another one just seems depressing. His successor should have survived with some journeymen and novices
He teabagged his dead guildmates
It wen’t from a full group of armies beside you to you now standing alone in the midst of the bloody field.
still alive no better you are the only one who still standing
do not give up bc you come to far now
you can cry for your lost but do not give up
keep fighting keep walking no better how the ways is dark or difficult it is
KEEP MOVING BROTHER! BUT STILL REMEMBER **YOU NOT ALONE!!! WE ALWAYS BE WITH YOU NO BETTER WE DEAD NOW!!!**
The war took everything from us.
Friends.
Family.
Comrades.
They say blood is thicker than water. If that’s true, then surely those we fight alongside are our closest allies.
I may be the last one standing, but I will persevere.
this is pretty good music
thank you❤️
The best
What I’ve devoted myself to seems so trivial now, all the oaths and promises disappear with the deaths of those who struggled… all the lives lost, the struggles, the pain. Nothing can make up for what I’ve lost in this war. I fought thinking I would die, thinking now out of all times would be the end of my story, but it is not. I fought this war with companions who I’ve grown to love and care but now I’m the last one. Standing underneath this heavy rain fall, above all the bodies that have been killed and the ones I’ve killed myself, i feel a sudden rush of sadness, yet I feel no tears. this hopelessness, I come to feel again. How much more battles, deaths, do I have to endure for peace to finally rise. All this dread, the despair, all of these I have to carry on my shoulder, even so I will not give up. My friends they do not want to see me die off I’m sure, however many battles I have to fight I will survive, I’ll keep standing to fight, I’ll be the last one standing, no matter what.
Amazing my friend and thank you
Astyria voice 😲😍
such an amazing voice! ive heard "just a girl" b4, the music with the lyrics here r not the same. the original is great but this version gave me chills over and over b4 it even finished so i just had to listen to it another 5 times b4 i forced myself to listen to the rest of the playlist!
shows how amazing some1s talent is when they take a great song thats already a normal 10 then make that seem like a 1 or 5 in comparison and still turn the new version up to 11. thank you for this heavenly experience of such amazing music. :D
A spectacular Playlist! (Was writing a story then got sidetracked, will post it later^^)
I love these playlists. The music is awesome
great vid!!
Hours earlier, two armies converged on this battlefield. Now a lone warrior remained standing in the pouring rain. The last one standing, but at what cost? They were left alone amongst the corpses of their fellow soldiers. They would have to continue on without them. There was so much at stake that required them to keep fighting. But will they be able to continue?
Again.
Again!
AGAIN!
………
Those words ring in my head, over and over…Again.
The smell, the texture, the scenery, the taste…all familiar, always unending.
*Swoosh*
Another swing of the sword. Another life reaped for mine to be prolonged. Another mist of blood billowing forth.
Again!
Countless lives I have reaped, and countless more have I watched be taken. Everything…everyone, no matter what it was I lost them, no matter how many times I tried again…I have never had rest, never saved them, never given up…
The earth hungers for blood…and I shall provide like I’ve always done, saving no one, yet saving all of life.
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A guardian, made to protect and save, he swore an oath to never surrender never give in, to rear his head in defiance, to battle any war, to fight any evil, to endure all storms! To fight for all his kin, but in turn he must always be the last. No matter how he tried to fight, he will remain the last, to endure the pain of an infinitesimal people…
“Just one more time, hah, again!, hah, Again!, HAH, AGAIN!”
With raged breath the mighty guardian roars out, for all to hear his will, his strength that has witnessed death like no other before him.
Maybe this time our wounded warrior will join the rest in the eternal peace he yearns for. Yet again, he shall set forth…and be the lone survivor, wading through the sea of blood left by his foes and brethren.
The last one, he who’s name will forever be unknown, yet his deeds live on forever. He who stands alone, so no one else has to.
Our lone guardian, our last.
He charges forth, always alone yearning for love and rest…with a roar loud enough to shake the heavens themselves he launches himself into the hordes of never ending chaos, to once again fight, to once again…be the last one standing.
thanks for your story
I never fought I new I was weak I new I was powerless like wheat against a scythe. So I ran, I ran till my body tore itself apart from the pain I ran as my world was ripped from me I ran the blood of my friends and family fighting fighting for a way. A way to break the endless current a never ending wall of destructive power. I could hear the cries as I ran the cracking of hooves on stone the clangs of blades and the angered yelling of others. Tears welled up trying to cling and grip it's way out as I ran. My body strained as I pushed myself past my limits the enemy coming ever closer. So many chose to fight. But for what? In the end they could have ran. At least, that's what I told myself as my lungs burned like coals. I finally collapsed trying to breath in anything I could. In this time, I finally looked back. To a deaf silence and an overwhelming darkness. A voice interrupted the stillness "So you have finally stopped running my child" a harmonic voice had whispered in my ear I looked around seeing nothing "W who are you?" I said my voice quivered with a raspy cry. "Do not worry my child all will be told, you ran. You ran and kept on running but you dont have to run anymore. You may finally rest" the voice gentle words faded as my eyes closed. I had finally done I had done it. I had ran away from the pain. A smile cracked against my ashen skin a tear slipping from the corner of my eye as I slipped peacefully into rest
The demigod let his wings fall to his side, claws dripping with teb blood of his very own kin. "I knew you would be bright enough to eventually realize how complete manure that take on my acension was," he said to the bleeding man on the floor who grimaced at his father with rage, but also curiousity, his own spitting image aside from the white feathers. "It was the greatest battle of the war," he turned to face the pale moons shining through his great palace doors, "and I was losing." His mind was thrust back into the past, above him was a cloudy white sky, beneath him a blood soaked battlefield skewn with the remains of the enemy's and his own. He split the face of a warrior who had dared to stand up to him, silencing his screams as the great khan brought down an axe where his neck met his torse, piercing the brain. "My lord!" He heard from behind, several members of his own honor guard flanking the cloaked individual. "Courier! What news!?" He squaked, the battle raging around him. "Our radios have been damaged, sire. The second legion-" blood spattered onto his beak as one of the khan's guardians split an incoming assailent in two, "is preparing to depart, and requests you do the same lord." "Negative, courier! We must win this battle! Order the second legion to regroup with us, we can still come through," "My lord," the courier said worriedly, "Warmaster Grelv'ak has fallen." He said, stunning the khan. "Order all legion to pull back, immediately!" He picked up the emergency radio on his chest, understanding what the warmaster's death menat immediately. "Attention all legions, this is the Khan of Khans. Regroup at Tyrannus Second, immediately!" He repeated this order several times before strapping it back onto his chest, turning to split an assailent right up the middle. "I died stop that hill," the Khan said, caressing a spear wound that pierced right through his chest. "But it was not my end."
A war that turns the strongest of men as weak as a defenseless infant. The degenerative process of the clashing of wills. Time has wind up both the body and mind.
Lifeless bodies as far as the eye can see, all of them had stopped bleeding before me. The war is over, but it has glued the blade I still clench with my hands as they fail me.
I wish to join my brothers in this silent slumber.
But the price it pays is peace. No more of their suffering, their screams. They are no longer demons I have to face, but people I mourn.
And you, villain, are not one of them.
7:45 16:39 24:14 39:40 42:54
A massive war where it was me versus the entire world. When I thought I would lose I thought about my ambitions, my goals, my dreams that gave me the strength to fight everyone. I won the war alone standing on my 2 feet exhausted, drained, my spirit broken not because i lost my dreams but because was this the right thing to do? We're killing everyone on this battlefield worth it? Did my dreams mean that much to me where I couldn't let survivors go? Did I ever have to fight anyone? I may be strong physically but mentally this officially made me very weak I'm afraid of the consequences this may cause me in the near future.
what a mixed feeling❣️
You stand alone on the battlefield allies enemies all dead surrounding you the battle long over the ground looked red with the blood that had been spilled you look up to the sky as thunder sounded in the distance you should leave your body heavy with exhaustion but you should bury the dead before they got scavenged by animals or theives you made to move but fell as legs gave out world fading to black
Deamon targaryen
my dad just said these comments sound like fortune cookies
I was surprised to see him say that😇