MW2 GHOST - Way Down We Go
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- Опубліковано 28 лис 2022
- Ghost is the most iconic character from the Modern Warfare franchise and so I wanted to make a good edit for him. Thanks for watching please consider subscribing.
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Song:
Way Down We Go
By KALEO - Ігри
![G H O S T - Dead Inside [ Edit]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/nG1Rb-y7MQE/mqdefault.jpg)
![G H O S T - Dead Inside [ Edit]](/img/tr.png)
Somebody get this man a medal
Lol shared 🤣 🐕
+
Bien dicho
Yes he dederve it
Actually medal needs him🗿
Ghost literally inspires me to just be straightforward about bad things that happen rather than be too scared to confront the issue.
My friend....you couldn't have said it any better.....ghost inspired you and you inspired me.thankyou.
When you realize this is better than most of modern marvel movies/series 🤣
ikr its crazy, how marvel has degraded since endgame
Ugh it's not.
What's that gane
@@dennispylarinos1167 call of duty
Bro don't go there🤣 marvel stans will start crying..
Imagine if they made a 4k animated movie about the adventures of ghost and the team... Would be fucking sick. 👀
Or event better like 5 animated movies across the call of duty best campaigns and introduce also a Simon Ghost Riley to his beginning and why he wears a mask.
even better, more campaign missions. was too short for me
Bro's spitting Faxx
It would be better but sad at the end of it😢
@@Roetjanmw22 was way to short fr
Truly a masterpiece!🙏
*A message to the future generations:*
_Don't let this song/game die._
Yeah because Activision itself is gonna kill the franchise, Did you get the MW3? If no, its not worth your money. The graphics sucks man.
Dancing spider man kid has taken care of this
The games already fucking died lmao
@@sonanerikov1well then just suggest them to skip the mwiii 2023 part lol
Bro whats ur plan telling people not forget modern warfare 2 "remastered".
This felt like a movie
Its Better than movies
@@AlagamiNOshanks fax
no
@@felixgriffiths1524 yes
What's movie name ?
How come I missed this master piece all this time.
That indeed deserves an Oscar ❤ well done mate .
oscARS FOR ACTing bro stop this shit
The music matches the video perfectly, it gives it that action movie touch
@@Algerino-wr4uqit's not a movie.
It a game.
Call Of Duty MW2 2022
One of my favourite songs One of my favourite characters
KALEO songs just hits you right in the feels ❤
This is so good and hits hard
the video is amazing dude
Thanks. :)
The song 🗿
The singer 🗿
The instrumental 🗿
The viewers 🗿
The song listener 🗿
The saver of the song🗿
The one who added this song in his playlist 🗿
The one who got motivated and went to gym after listening this masterpiece 🗿
The whole gym 🗿
All the gym equipments including the mats🗿
The gym shoes 🗿
The one who play this at gym🗿
All who listens it 🗿
All who get more excited to do more reps 🗿
The nerves of the body 🗿
The blood streaming at speed of light after hearing this 🗿
The comments🗿
The thoughts while writing this 🗿
My hands while typing this 🗿
The keyboard 🗿
UA-cam 🗿
Thumbnail 🗿
Subtitle 🗿
This comment 🗿
Those who likes this comment 🗿
Those who comment in this 🗿
Those who start a convo in this comment 🗿
Those who comment '🗿
E7477
The ghost 🗿
😅Yes
Hi
@@Combustion120 hlw
I can watch this thing whole day on repeat.
Those eyes, the voice, the body language express so much.
Just like how Edward Norton nailed king Baldwin character.
both with a Mask.
This made me goosebumps 🍷
Just... Incredible 🫡👑🤯
It got me, such a masterpiece clip and music ♥️
damn bro memories came flashing in my head
loved it
Ghost is helping me go through these hard times..I can relate to him so much❤️🩹
Greatest piece of Art❤️🔥
Am I the only one focused on the pure perfection of the song itself?
Que videazoooo bro ❤ viva call of duty por siempre 😎💯nuevo sub!!!
Masterpiece ❤
They should make this a movie
Yeah they should
“Every man has his own value. Mine is excellence” - Ghost
it looks way to real, i love it
masterpiece!
Wow amazing editting wanna make me cry 😭
Cod has gave me happiness like a best friend
Touch Grass
Está canción tiene varios años, unas de mis favoritas, por cierto te quedó muy bien el vídeo
Una canción legendaria y más el video con las leyenda de call of duty ufffff ❤💯
I feel so bad for Ghost and Price they've watched so many friends die or switch teams
Also, is it just me or would 1:45 make a dope ass cover art?
@@xTheJoker97xI just did, I took a screenshot and edited to look even cooler
@@xTheJoker97xhonestly 70% of the video you can skip to and get some cool picture
I didn't knew this song could be this much addictive to meh❤🔥🔥 way down we gooo
I've listened to it at least 50 times contantly and im crazy about epic song
Jesus christ that was dope
Bro dis shit better than getting that feeling when you realize there's something fun to do tmr
I cannot thank the people who subscibed enough, THANK YOU!
I subscribed
I subscribed! You deserve it
For the fallen we will remeber
Those who betray will suffer
Untied group we trust
We stand for
We defend
We fight 4
The tree that will always stand
This one made my day
С такой командой легко Call of duty на одном дыхании, пройти всю игру 😊💯💯💯👍🏻
Coolest video on the internet 🔥🔥🔥
when i played the campaign i was amazed it looks like a movie
Really cold moment.
hats off man !
When you realize this is better than most of DC movies and series
Call of duty hits hard with this edit
Ghost cool af 🔥🔥
perfect
Awesome video
Ghost needs his own movie tv show and his own game just by himself he’s literally the best character ever
I love the ghost skin from call of duty
Best Edit ever made fo sure ❤️🆗💯
Love You Ghost❤❤
que buen video y el tema quedo perfecto ,me encanta !!!
MW2 merecia um filme, na moral.
Captain price was looking great and the beat was also in right time to reflects his personality...
the song fits pretty good.
Ek aur addiction ❤
I am a 23 year old man from South Sudan, I have spent most of my life in a continuous war, it was a normal day 2 weeks ago as I was fighting. Then, the Sudanese fighters played this absolute masterpiece, we then began to all put down our guns and dance to this lyrical masterpiece. Thank you, sir. For Peace this song changed my life. My entire view of everything that exists in this world, in fact, even in the entire universe. I can never look at anything I know the same way again. This song represents emotions that most humans could never understand. But I can. Thanks to this song I was awakened to many things previously considered unimaginable. Thank you for this exquisite song.This video is an exquisite masterpiece, out of every single video I have ever even heard of on the entire platform, this by far has enlightened me to do fly, lose 90 pounds and even become the president of the United States, and I'm going to tell you why this is such a masterpiece as if hearing the creators, no, god of this universes luscious voice. I would like to express my thanks to you. My gratitude for your indisputably magnificent assistance is almost infinite. Your efforts have not gone unnoticed. I really like your contribution that you have in our society, you really make a difference and help others out, the world could always use more people like you. Gosh, what a polite and humble fellow. It is such a kind honour for someone as low as me to be in contact with someone of a level such as yours. I thank you once again my good friend. A world without you, would be a world I would not be able to live in, and I believe I share that opinion with most people. I can rest easy tonight knowing you helped. I appreciate you and everything you stand for and on behalf of everyone on planet earth, thanks. Yes I 100% agree no lie I am 10/10 with you in this statement no question. You are completely absolutely correct and have made no mistake in your sentence whatsoever and I applaud you for that as you have made a thoughtful statement that many agree with and those that disagree are in the minority because your statement has absolutely no faults and thus is completely without a question correct and deserves nothing but agreement. and by the way, Smoke by Cowbell Cult is a very powerful, moving song that showcased the capabilities of human emotion. It used groundbreaking technology to create stunning sounds that would mesmerize the listeners. This song is suitable for all ages; whether you're 5 years old, or 50, you should listen to this song. It is inspiring and it showcases the spectrum of human nature and how humans communicate with each other. This song revolutionized the music industry and set the bar high for other songs. In the future historians will look back on this song and regard it as the pinnacle of human achievement. It was a roller-coaster from start to finish, the nail-biting song will leave you on the edge of your seat from start to finish. Listeners will find themselves absorbed by the heartwarming tale of a relentless, determined african tribes who didn't let societies standards shape his/her/it's life. I was shocked by how intense and gripping this song was. The plot is rich, unpredictable and touching. This isn't your typical african war song, this song is a war with one's emotions. Tales of africa is a stirring masterpiece that only comes once in a millennium. This thrilling instruments makes it a jaw-dropping performance that properly utilizes the medium. I rate this song 10 african tribes/10 african tribes, and will never listen to it again as every time I get saddened by the the fact that there will never be a song to match this masterpiece
In Britain’s Isle, no matter where,
An ancient pile of buildings stands:
The Huntingdons and Hattons there
Employ’d the power of Fairy hands
To raise the ceiling’s fretted height,
Each pannel in achievements cloathing,
Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages, that lead to nothing.
Full oft within the spacious walls,
When he had fifty winters o’er him,
My grave Lord-Keeper1 led the Brawls;
The Seal, and Maces, danc’d before him.
His bushy beard, and shoe-strings green,
His high-crown’d hat, and satin-doublet,
Mov’d the stout heart of England’s Queen,
Tho’ Pope and Spaniard could not trouble it.
What, in the very first beginning!
Shame of the versifying tribe!
Your Hist’ry whither are you spinning?
Can you do nothing but describe?
A House there is, (and that’s enough)
From whence one fatal morning issues
A brace of Warriors, not in buff,
But rustling in their silks and tissues.
The first came cap-a-pee from France
Her conqu’ring destiny fulfilling,
Whom meaner beauties eye askance,
And vainly ape her art of killing.
The other Amazon kind heaven
Had armed with spirit, wit, and satire:
But COBHAM had the polish given
And tip’d her arrows with good-nature.
To celebrate her eyes, her air -
Coarse panegyricks would but teaze her.
Melissa is her Nom de Guerre.
Alas, who would not wish to please her!
With bonnet blue and capucine,
And aprons long they hid their armour,
And veil’d their weapons bright and keen
In pity to the country-farmer.
Fame, in the shape of Mr. Purt,
(By this time all the parish know it)
Had told, that thereabouts there lurk’d
A wicked Imp they call a Poet,
Who prowl’d the country far and near,
Bewitch’d the children of the peasants,
Dried up the cows, and lam’d the deer,
And suck’d the eggs and kill’d the pheasants.
My Lady heard their joint petition,
Swore by her coronet and ermine,
She’d issue out her high commission
To rid the manour of such vermin.
The Heroines undertook the task,
Thro’ lanes unknown, o’er stiles they ventur’d,
Rap’d at the door nor stay’d to ask,
But bounce into the parlour enter’d.
The trembling family they daunt,
They flirt, they sing, they laugh, they tattle,
Rummage his Mother, pinch his Aunt,
And up stairs in a whirlwind rattle.
Each hole and cupboard they explore,
Each creek and cranny of his chamber,
Run hurry-skurry round the floor,
And o’er the bed and tester clamber,
Into the Drawers and China pry,
Papers and books, a huge Imbroglio!
Under a tea-cup he might lie,
Or creased, like dogs-ears, in a folio.
On the first marching of the troops
The Muses, hopeless of his pardon,
Convey’d him underneath their hoops
To a small closet in the garden.
So Rumour says. (Who will, believe.)
But that they left the door a-jarr,
Where, safe and laughing in his sleeve,
He heard the distant din of war.
Short was his joy. He little knew
The power of Magick was no fable.
Out of the window, whisk, they flew,
But left a spell upon the table.
The words too eager to unriddle,
The poet felt a strange disorder:
Transparent birdlime form’d the middle,
And chains invisible the border.
So cunning was the Apparatus,
The powerful pothooks did so move him,
That, will he, nill he, to the Great-house
He went, as if the Devil drove him.
Yet on his way (no sign of grace,
For folks in fear are apt to pray)
To Phoebus he prefer’d his case,
And begged his aid that dreadful day.
The Godhead would have back’d his quarrel,
But, with a blush on recollection,
Own’d that his quiver and his laurel
’Gainst four such eyes were no protection.
The Court was sate, the Culprit there,
Forth from their gloomy mansions creeping
The Lady Janes and Joans repair,
And from the gallery stand peeping:
Such as in silence of the night
Come (sweep) along some winding entry
(Styack2 has often seen the sight)
Or at the chappel-door stand sentry;
In peaked hoods and mantles tarnish’d,
Sour visages, enough to scare ye,
High dames of honour once, that garnish’d
The drawing-room of fierce Queen Mary.
The Peeress comes. The Audience stare,
And doff their hats with due submission:
She curtsies, as she takes her chair,
To all the people of condition.
The bard with many an artful fib,
Had in imagination fenc’d him,
Disproved the arguments of Squib,3
And all that Groom4 could urge against him.
But soon his rhetorick forsook him,
When he the solemn hall had seen;
A sudden fit of ague shook him,
He stood as mute as poor Macleane.5
Yet something he was heard to mutter,
‘‘How in the park beneath an old-tree
(Without design to hurt the butter,
Or any malice to the poultry,)
‘‘He once or twice had pen’d a sonnet;
Yet hop’d that he might save his bacon:
Numbers would give their oaths upon it,
He ne’er was for a conj’rer taken.’’
The ghostly Prudes with hagged face
Already had condemn’d the sinner.
My Lady rose, and with a grace -
She smiled, and bid him come to dinner.
‘‘Jesu-Maria! Madam Bridget,
Why, what can the Viscountess mean?’’
(Cried the square Hoods in woeful fidget)
‘‘The times are altered quite and clean!
‘‘Decorum’s turned to mere civility;
Her air and all her manners show it.
Commend me to her affability!
Speak to a Commoner and Poet!’’
[Here 500 Stanzas are lost.]
And so God save our noble King,
And guard us from long-winded Lubbers,
That to eternity would sing,
And keep my Lady from her Rubbers.
Gray’s own notes:
1. Hatton, prefer’d by Queen Elizabeth for his graceful Person and fine Dancing.
2. The House-Keeper.
3. Groom of the Chambers.
4. The Steward.
5. A famous Highwayman hang’d the week before.
(The Works of Thomas Gray in Prose and Verse, edited by Edmund Gosse, 4 vols. London, Macmillan and Co., 1912. Vol 1, p 81.)
* * *@@who_knows...
In Britain’s Isle, no matter where,
An ancient pile of buildings stands:
The Huntingdons and Hattons there
Employ’d the power of Fairy hands
To raise the ceiling’s fretted height,
Each pannel in achievements cloathing,
Rich windows that exclude the light,
And passages, that lead to nothing.
Full oft within the spacious walls,
When he had fifty winters o’er him,
My grave Lord-Keeper1 led the Brawls;
The Seal, and Maces, danc’d before him.
His bushy beard, and shoe-strings green,
His high-crown’d hat, and satin-doublet,
Mov’d the stout heart of England’s Queen,
Tho’ Pope and Spaniard could not trouble it.
What, in the very first beginning!
Shame of the versifying tribe!
Your Hist’ry whither are you spinning?
Can you do nothing but describe?
A House there is, (and that’s enough)
From whence one fatal morning issues
A brace of Warriors, not in buff,
But rustling in their silks and tissues.
The first came cap-a-pee from France
Her conqu’ring destiny fulfilling,
Whom meaner beauties eye askance,
And vainly ape her art of killing.
The other Amazon kind heaven
Had armed with spirit, wit, and satire:
But COBHAM had the polish given
And tip’d her arrows with good-nature.
To celebrate her eyes, her air -
Coarse panegyricks would but teaze her.
Melissa is her Nom de Guerre.
Alas, who would not wish to please her!
With bonnet blue and capucine,
And aprons long they hid their armour,
And veil’d their weapons bright and keen
In pity to the country-farmer.
Fame, in the shape of Mr. Purt,
(By this time all the parish know it)
Had told, that thereabouts there lurk’d
A wicked Imp they call a Poet,
Who prowl’d the country far and near,
Bewitch’d the children of the peasants,
Dried up the cows, and lam’d the deer,
And suck’d the eggs and kill’d the pheasants.
My Lady heard their joint petition,
Swore by her coronet and ermine,
She’d issue out her high commission
To rid the manour of such vermin.
The Heroines undertook the task,
Thro’ lanes unknown, o’er stiles they ventur’d,
Rap’d at the door nor stay’d to ask,
But bounce into the parlour enter’d.
The trembling family they daunt,
They flirt, they sing, they laugh, they tattle,
Rummage his Mother, pinch his Aunt,
And up stairs in a whirlwind rattle.
Each hole and cupboard they explore,
Each creek and cranny of his chamber,
Run hurry-skurry round the floor,
And o’er the bed and tester clamber,
Into the Drawers and China pry,
Papers and books, a huge Imbroglio!
Under a tea-cup he might lie,
Or creased, like dogs-ears, in a folio.
On the first marching of the troops
The Muses, hopeless of his pardon,
Convey’d him underneath their hoops
To a small closet in the garden.
So Rumour says. (Who will, believe.)
But that they left the door a-jarr,
Where, safe and laughing in his sleeve,
He heard the distant din of war.
Short was his joy. He little knew
The power of Magick was no fable.
Out of the window, whisk, they flew,
But left a spell upon the table.
The words too eager to unriddle,
The poet felt a strange disorder:
Transparent birdlime form’d the middle,
And chains invisible the border.
So cunning was the Apparatus,
The powerful pothooks did so move him,
That, will he, nill he, to the Great-house
He went, as if the Devil drove him.
Yet on his way (no sign of grace,
For folks in fear are apt to pray)
To Phoebus he prefer’d his case,
And begged his aid that dreadful day.
The Godhead would have back’d his quarrel,
But, with a blush on recollection,
Own’d that his quiver and his laurel
’Gainst four such eyes were no protection.
The Court was sate, the Culprit there,
Forth from their gloomy mansions creeping
The Lady Janes and Joans repair,
And from the gallery stand peeping:
Such as in silence of the night
Come (sweep) along some winding entry
(Styack2 has often seen the sight)
Or at the chappel-door stand sentry;
In peaked hoods and mantles tarnish’d,
Sour visages, enough to scare ye,
High dames of honour once, that garnish’d
The drawing-room of fierce Queen Mary.
The Peeress comes. The Audience stare,
And doff their hats with due submission:
She curtsies, as she takes her chair,
To all the people of condition.
The bard with many an artful fib,
Had in imagination fenc’d him,
Disproved the arguments of Squib,3
And all that Groom4 could urge against him.
But soon his rhetorick forsook him,
When he the solemn hall had seen;
A sudden fit of ague shook him,
He stood as mute as poor Macleane.5
Yet something he was heard to mutter,
‘‘How in the park beneath an old-tree
(Without design to hurt the butter,
Or any malice to the poultry,)
‘‘He once or twice had pen’d a sonnet;
Yet hop’d that he might save his bacon:
Numbers would give their oaths upon it,
He ne’er was for a conj’rer taken.’’
The ghostly Prudes with hagged face
Already had condemn’d the sinner.
My Lady rose, and with a grace -
She smiled, and bid him come to dinner.
‘‘Jesu-Maria! Madam Bridget,
Why, what can the Viscountess mean?’’
(Cried the square Hoods in woeful fidget)
‘‘The times are altered quite and clean!
‘‘Decorum’s turned to mere civility;
Her air and all her manners show it.
Commend me to her affability!
Speak to a Commoner and Poet!’’
[Here 500 Stanzas are lost.]
And so God save our noble King,
And guard us from long-winded Lubbers,
That to eternity would sing,
And keep my Lady from her Rubbers.
Gray’s own notes:
1. Hatton, prefer’d by Queen Elizabeth for his graceful Person and fine Dancing.
2. The House-Keeper.
3. Groom of the Chambers.
4. The Steward.
5. A famous Highwayman hang’d the week before.
(The Works of Thomas Gray in Prose and Verse, edited by Edmund Gosse, 4 vols. London, Macmillan and Co., 1912. Vol 1, p 81.)
* * *@@who_knows...
Are you of indian ancestory
why is this guy not recognized still he shuld be among the top singers awesome broo keep growing
Good song💯
I love ghost
ghosted 🔥🔥
I like it ❤❤
Mood On ☠️👍
or I've been looking for this song for about two or three years and I finally found it thanks
😢😢
this song is fireeeeee
Greatest duo ever
Best song ever 😢❤
nice music ❤️
Greatest_Of_All_Time_#ghost💯
Just iconic ghost
bro: wake up ghost is back
me:nice one
bro : he is back
me :omg
Nice
gaming national anthem
Not gonna lie i cried to this 😢 thats how much i love call of duty
Call of Duty is the best game ever especially MW series
good job
ghost is just unbelivable
Ghost supremacy 🥀
nice!
Inquisitor 🕊
2:08 that drop beat with price eyes is so awsome
2:00 The best part of all
🥵
deadly feeling
Ghost impõe respeito em qualquer um brabo demais 😎
I love ghost way down we go
Damn this just puts tears in my eyes seeing soap after the mw3 campaign 😭😭😭
The best
this song twin is extemly good
🔥
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I want to see full series of cod mw ❤
W 🗿
Excelsior
Love from 🇧🇩 BANGLADESH
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
💯💯💯🔥🔥🔥
❤️🔥
loved it
Quisiera tener el estilo de ghost de cómo habla con sus enemigos y amigos con un tono serio y frío 😌