In a golden field, a knight does stand, Sword in hand, across the land. Not from the tales of Western lore, But from distant realms, rich and more. His armor shines in the sun's embrace, Etched with marks of a foreign place. Not of steel, but bronze and gold, With patterns ancient, stories told. His eyes are deep, like wells of night, Reflecting journeys, battles' blight. A shield at rest upon his arm, Bearing symbols, a sacred charm. He stands alone, a sentinel tall, Against the backdrop of the fall. Golden fields like seas unfold, Whispering secrets long since told. He hails from lands of desert sands, Where sun beats down on shifting lands. Where rivers carve through rocky bone, And ancient ruins stand alone. His helm is crowned with feathers bright, A warrior's crest, a fierce delight. Not forged in castles cold and high, But beneath the vast and open sky. His blade, not shaped by Western hand, Forged in fires of a distant land. Curved and keen, with edge so fine, It sings of battles, tales divine. He fought for kings and gods unseen, In lands where golden temples gleam. Where myths and legends intertwine, And spirits dance beneath moonshine. He’s traveled far, across the earth, Through jungles thick, and plains of mirth. From mountain peaks to ocean's breath, He’s faced both honor and cold death. Now here he stands in fields of gold, A silent guardian, proud and bold. He watches as the day grows late, And ponders deeply on his fate. Not for him the castle walls, Or banquet halls where laughter calls. He finds his peace in nature’s hold, In fields that gleam like liquid gold. He hears the whispers of the past, Of battles won, of shadows cast. Of comrades fallen, songs unsung, Of victories claimed, and wars begun. Yet in this field, there is no war, No cries of battle, no bloody shore. Just the wind that bends the grain, And washes clean his every stain. His armor gleams with the setting sun, As if to say his day is done. Yet he remains, a steadfast soul, Unyielding as the seasons roll. For in this field, he finds his place, A warrior's rest, a final grace. No crown to bear, no throne to seek, Just the quiet of the earth, unique. A knight not of the Western tale, But from a world where legends pale. Where sun and sand and spirit meet, And every step is a rhythm's beat. He kneels at last, with sword laid down, A silent king without a crown. In the golden field, his spirit yields, To the whispering winds of ancient fields. He is a story, brave and grand, Of distant times and distant lands. A knight who walked the earth so wide, Now part of nature's endless tide. In a golden field, his tale is sealed, A warrior's heart in peace revealed. He fades into the evening's light, A noble soul in endless night.
@@ameliabulka A few things. The heads on the side are higher than the middle head, the skeleton is too pale to be that of a wither, and the eyes and mouths don't glow white. Also there probably aren't enough explosions going on to feel like a wither fight.
Hello brother, I haven't uploaded it as a single yet, but I'm working on it ^^ PS: lately I haven't had much time to work on my networks or my content, it's already difficult for me to keep this channel active, but little by little, soon all my music will be available on Spotify, I'm working hard for it ^^
you know. Minecraft looks cute and shit but if turned into a D&D type of game with 80's and 90's artistic liberties. Would look horrific as fuck lmao I think is a great idea for a concept.
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Wow amazing texture pack
In a golden field, a knight does stand,
Sword in hand, across the land.
Not from the tales of Western lore,
But from distant realms, rich and more.
His armor shines in the sun's embrace,
Etched with marks of a foreign place.
Not of steel, but bronze and gold,
With patterns ancient, stories told.
His eyes are deep, like wells of night,
Reflecting journeys, battles' blight.
A shield at rest upon his arm,
Bearing symbols, a sacred charm.
He stands alone, a sentinel tall,
Against the backdrop of the fall.
Golden fields like seas unfold,
Whispering secrets long since told.
He hails from lands of desert sands,
Where sun beats down on shifting lands.
Where rivers carve through rocky bone,
And ancient ruins stand alone.
His helm is crowned with feathers bright,
A warrior's crest, a fierce delight.
Not forged in castles cold and high,
But beneath the vast and open sky.
His blade, not shaped by Western hand,
Forged in fires of a distant land.
Curved and keen, with edge so fine,
It sings of battles, tales divine.
He fought for kings and gods unseen,
In lands where golden temples gleam.
Where myths and legends intertwine,
And spirits dance beneath moonshine.
He’s traveled far, across the earth,
Through jungles thick, and plains of mirth.
From mountain peaks to ocean's breath,
He’s faced both honor and cold death.
Now here he stands in fields of gold,
A silent guardian, proud and bold.
He watches as the day grows late,
And ponders deeply on his fate.
Not for him the castle walls,
Or banquet halls where laughter calls.
He finds his peace in nature’s hold,
In fields that gleam like liquid gold.
He hears the whispers of the past,
Of battles won, of shadows cast.
Of comrades fallen, songs unsung,
Of victories claimed, and wars begun.
Yet in this field, there is no war,
No cries of battle, no bloody shore.
Just the wind that bends the grain,
And washes clean his every stain.
His armor gleams with the setting sun,
As if to say his day is done.
Yet he remains, a steadfast soul,
Unyielding as the seasons roll.
For in this field, he finds his place,
A warrior's rest, a final grace.
No crown to bear, no throne to seek,
Just the quiet of the earth, unique.
A knight not of the Western tale,
But from a world where legends pale.
Where sun and sand and spirit meet,
And every step is a rhythm's beat.
He kneels at last, with sword laid down,
A silent king without a crown.
In the golden field, his spirit yields,
To the whispering winds of ancient fields.
He is a story, brave and grand,
Of distant times and distant lands.
A knight who walked the earth so wide,
Now part of nature's endless tide.
In a golden field, his tale is sealed,
A warrior's heart in peace revealed.
He fades into the evening's light,
A noble soul in endless night.
need a 2D game that looks like this and takes forever to finish with thousands of items and hidden paths
you want minecraft but detailed and 2d? cause that's what this image is based on apart from 2d
@@eneiliobelanger3766 theme is DD
Amigo, te apresento... TERRARIA!
Pesquise pesquise, você não vai se decepcionar
elden ring
maybe something like Fear & Hunger
2:08 "im the sigma"
The Minecraft's Wither artwork Is si cool and gloomy
It missing smth
@@ameliabulka what are you thinking about ?
@jorismilleret idk exactly, it looks kinda off
@@ameliabulka A few things. The heads on the side are higher than the middle head, the skeleton is too pale to be that of a wither, and the eyes and mouths don't glow white. Also there probably aren't enough explosions going on to feel like a wither fight.
I love this, i use it to work late at night. It makes me daydream
WOnderful...❤ 1:02
I couldn't stop replaying this, it's amazing ! please keep making more music like this !
music from my soul for your soul
thanks for listening
Also what is the name of the final song
13:07 is my favorite.
Nice mix. Is this your music, or a playlist of others'?
Nice, very nice
Fantastic!!
I listened to it once last week, and now it's a daily must-listen.
Thank you! Greetings from Brazil!!
In Dungeon Synth, dungeons explore you.
It makes me feel like I’m a Stellaris psionic/Star Wars force user and I’m exploring something deep, spiritual and subconscious
Magnificent work. You have a great talent.
Man I played this on my surround sound stereo while playing VR and it got me some kinda way rn
I'm glad that my music gave you a good time :3
Hey buddy, can i ask you somenthing? What´s the last song in the playlist? Sounds beautiful, make me feel like a tired warrior u-u
Hi Broda, is there a single for the first song playing till 1.45?
thanks!
The image reminds me of the The Manuscript Found in Saragossa by Jan Potocki, a fabulous book.
What AI did you use for the thumbnail
Wonderful.
What is the song of 3:55?
Well done ❤
What is the name of the song that starts playing at 10minutes in
Add a tracklist
reminds me of the wither. d be sick when mc looked like that.
It literally is the wither vs steve
I really like the artwork you choose for your music. Is it AI generated?
If so, what kind of promt? Love the look!
@@Tjeftn I might be seeing things, but I'm pretty sure that's Minecraft Steve (in diamond armour) fighting against a Wither.
Oh shit@@Pepa1988PL, you are right.
The artstyle though!
yes, it's Ai
But it looks beautiful, doesn't it?
I think so too haha@@Pepa1988PL
Hey BRODA whats the name of second synth?
Hello brother, I haven't uploaded it as a single yet, but I'm working on it ^^
PS: lately I haven't had much time to work on my networks or my content, it's already difficult for me to keep this channel active, but little by little, soon all my music will be available on Spotify, I'm working hard for it ^^
@@The-brodathat would be great. Your music is truly mesmerising and original.
This helps focus my stupid adhd brain
minecraft steve fighting the wither
Minecraft em 4k 😂😂
Minecraft
I don't know anymore..? Is the image AI generated?
Yes
what is this art style?
you know.
Minecraft looks cute and shit but if turned into a D&D type of game with 80's and 90's artistic liberties. Would look horrific as fuck lmao
I think is a great idea for a concept.
Um... do you not know what dungeon synth is? Seriously?? 😂😂😂😂😂😂