I was never to survive. I returned here to die where I should have died before 5000 years ago. Taking you with me was the mission. Orbital strike incoming Ancient Perseus. The Emperor Protects.
We were not designed to cry, brother. So please stop that leak of hidratate liquid from your eyes, the whole Galaxy count on us, we cannot suffer for this insignificant genetic failures comming from our ocular globes... Damn it!
I imagine this being the battle cry of a loyal dreadnaught of a traitor chapter on Istvan lll as he emerges from a bunker with the few loyal brothers he could save, as they head out to deal with as many of their traitorous brothers as they can before they fall. He blares it on his vox channel, but by the end of the song, he is the last one standing, overrun and about to fall himself, he turns off the limiters to his dreadnaughts reactor, overloading it and going out in a blaze that takes several heretics with him.
((Sorry if this is a bit long, but I had to get it out...)) As the mighty Dreadnaught slammed his fist through the wall, he maximized his sensory inputs. Shaking off the Chaos Marine that had been between him and the wall, he confirmed no enemy remained in the immediate vicinity. He had survived another wave of Cultists, along with several of their Chaos Marine masters, leaving none but himself and an injured Apothecary standing. Around them, their fallen brethren lay where they took their final stand. All fell guarding a single structure inside the underground cavern, the bunker’s entrance looking like it had been taken out of an underwater combat vessel. Inside, 15,000 innocent souls prayed to get through the next hour, let alone the day… When the Traitors broadcast themselves performing the first of the rituals on all visual entertainment mediums, many thought it was a cruel hoax. So many people sacrificed, the first emergence of the Daemons, the beginnings of the Master Portal in orbit, it all seemed impossible. Most didn’t believe it was real until the raiding parties came for them. Some foolishly thought it looked like fun and performed it themselves, going well until the Daemons killed anyone in sight, wannabe ritualist or not. As the reality of the attacks became all too real, the Master Portal growing with each sacrifice, people started to panic. Some of the Planetary Defense Forces had been corrupted, eliminating their loyal counterparts before they could make a move. When a large group of civilians killed themselves to prevent themselves being captured & sacrificed, they never knew they were being recorded & transmitted, the Master Portal growing regardless. Any death fed the Master Portal’s growth, with the sacrifices merely being more effective. Hope seemed to be truly gone… Until the Astartes arrived. In armour of blood red with black stripes from forehead to back of neck and black shoulders, they had mustered what forces they could and launched a counter offensive. Their arrival surprised the Chaos forces, giving civilians time to escape, bringing back some glimmer of hope. But with only 2 dozen Marines, 1 Dreadnaught, several Rhinos, a single generically coloured Sword Class Frigate & a precious few Thunderhawks to their rapid response force, they lacked the strength to truly hold the enemy back. Knowing this, their mission was to protect as many civilian lives as possible while a proper Strike Force was assembled. They had come knowing their own chances of survival were low, but they need only protect as any civilians as possible… A mere 24 hours later, and the last loyal citizens of the planet, only 15,000 to their number, hid in their underground bunker. Their brave defenders had made the Chaos forces earn every inch of tunnel with gallons of blood. Several fell along the way, their Progenoid Glands removed by the Apothecary then the reactors of their armour set to overload as makeshift bombs. Their ship had successfully drawn away some of the small Chaos fleet but had not yet returned to a position where it could assist. The airspace above was far too hot for the Thunderhawks to attempt an attack run, let alone stop and start collecting civilians, occasionally intercepting approaching forces the only help they could provide. With so many in 1 place and the tunnels providing some relief as a bottleneck, the Astartes had decided to divide their forces - some to go inside the bunker as a last line of defense while only those who volunteered to stay outside. None had gone in with the civilians, even the injured providing another barrel to cull the Chaos numbers… Giving the area another sensory sweep, the Dreadnaught turned as he heard a pained groan behind him. The Apothecary had dropped to 1 knee and breathed calmly but deliberately, hand over the wound the Chaos Marine chainsword had caused. Their Brethren of the fully Equipped Strike Force were on their way to join the fight, but they were still an hour away. The Dreadnaught could make out the distant sounds of the enemy amassing once again, preparing for another onslaught with weapons made to crack vehicles much larger than himself… “Brother, are you able to collect their Geneseed?” The Apothecary nodded. “Then do so. We don’t have long before their next assault! We shall place it inside the bunker, that our brethren may collect it when they come…” The wounded Marine moved as fast as he could while the Dreadnaught contacted those inside to prepare to open the entrance, his orders to only open it slightly, send the precious cargo inside then close it, auto-lock systems engaging the instant it was shut. As the Apothecary finished collecting the Progenoid Glands the door was opened, the Apothecary walking to the gap with the Dreadnaught behind. Getting to the opening, The Apothecary looked in to see the people send someone their way only for something behind him to hit with enough force to launch him inside. Scraping the ground with his chest piece, he looked behind him to see the Dreadnaught slowly lowering his Plasma cannon… “Brother, what is the meaning of this?!” “You are in no condition to continue fighting right now, and the next wave approaches. These are my orders - protect the Geneseed! Go deep with the people of this planet, seal the path behind you, be mended and prepare to fight back any breaches. I will hold the line here…” With that, the Dreadnaught shoulder-pushed the door shut, despite his Apothecary’s protests, auto-locks engaging immediately. With the enemy now in distant sight and cautiously approaching, expecting more boobytraps like the ones that had claimed many others before them, the Dreadnaught opened long range coms once more… “Sharpened Blade, are you still there?” “Still here, surprisingly intact but still on the run.” “Glad to hear. Are you able to provide me some firepower at least?” “Our torpedo tubes are fully functional, but we’re in no position for a precision strike I’m afraid- “ “Thank you, but I have no need for precision. I want you to completely level this city. Destroy every structure above and below this place for at least a hundred miles around. The bunker is deep enough to protect the people from all but the strongest bunker busters, we need only prevent them weakening the doors…” “But that’s suicidal! Even your armour- “ “I stand alone against unnumbered cultists and our traitorous cousins equipped to destroy tanks. I will not survive this assault. I need only know I didn’t go down alone and that I protected these people best I could…” “Understood. Orbital Bombardment Torpedoes loading…. Munitions loaded and ready to fire, target coordinates confirmed and in sight! FIRE!! Munitions away, impact in 4 minutes…” “Roger that. Thank you for your assistance…” “You shall all be remembered in the Halls Of Honour…” With the enemy seconds away from mutual firing ranges, the Dreadnaught confirmed targets and took a moment to scroll through the onboard music selection. Locating a song long ago found but never played in battle, he started the song as the 1st missile flew wide of his chassis, singing along as he vaporized the 1st of this wave’s victims… “Fellow armsmen, I ask you Will you follow me tonight to break their spine? And reclaim what once was mine…” As the battle raged, the misaimed siege shell from a mortar tank blasted a chunk of roof, the resulting collapse seemingly connecting the hole to another on the surface, letting the Dreadnaught see the sky outside. A sensor feed picked up the fiery trail of the warheads unrelenting descent all over the entire city. Leg blown off, stuck on his back, remaining foot dragging him in circles on the spot to best keep the Plasma Cannon on target, the Dreadnaught sang along to the song’s final line as one of the descending streaks came directly at him… “…. I am the Lightbringer…”
I can just imagine, as the final line in the song fades, the sky ignites as several broadsides of lance batteries from orbit burn the very atmosphere, and completely obliterate the dreadnought's position for several kilometres around, taking an army of heretics with him. He truly was the lightbringer.
"We honor the names of the fallen." "Rylanor, the Ancient of Rites, the most loyal of the Emperor's children, who waited a million nights to scar the traitor Fulgrim." "Huron Faul. Slain at Istvaan, making sure the last of his brothers made it to shelter as the bombs fell, denying the traitors their victory." "Malcarion, a traitor in action, but one of few among the eighth with a true, noble soul." "Rest now, sons of Terra. Know that you have done the Emperor's work."
wait did malcarion th ebattle sage die? thought tthe last we heard of him he was only battered as he walked out of the caverns and stomped on the eldar leader?
Huron Faul.... i will never forget the Image of the Lone Surviving Dreadnaught looking up when the Virus Bombs fell on Isstvan III before overloading his reactor and giving himself and his friend the death of their Choosing.
I can only imagine a Blood Angles dread playing a giant piano in an auditorium that’s packed with his battle brothers there to listen to his ancient hymns of old
They play it as their position is overrun with chaos The highest ranking battle brother asks for one last performance from the dreadnought The dread agrees and uses bionic limbs to play one last song while they start to get cut down. The song slowly ends as the dread gets up and stops playing but keeps signing, replaced by well timed bolt shots.
The chorus fills with the final voices of his Battle Brothers, shielded one last time by the venerable dread. Their voices join as the collective company refuses to abandon their Brother in this final moment. As the bombardment cleanses the heretics from this world, their voices find harmony in the light of righteous end. In the Emperors name they give their life, for their Brothers they give their voice. One last time. Brave sons, all. Heroes to the last.
As the planet's ashen remains tremble under endless legions of chaos, roaring chainswords and dissonant harmony of battle fill the polluted air. In the midst of a dying planet, the chapter's light grows dim but their hearts have never shone brighter, brothers standing firm until the final strike. Overwhelmed by sheer numbers, one by one the brave warriors valiantly fell until but a handful stood, weakened from many injuries and low on ammunition. Knowing that death is inevitable, the sentient tank blared out a song through his vox channel, a melody to sing in times of forgotten heroes. A solo became a duo, a quartet, then a choir. With renewed vigor, the war-hardened souls continued to cleave and fire with all their might, cleansing heretics in the Emperor's name. Be as it may, they were still no match against the bloodthirsty army tens of thousands strong. As it came to be, the ensemble faded to an octet, a quintet, then a trio, and finally a solo once more. The walking sarcophagus was riddled with dents and holes, his assault cannon no longer functional, the chant reaching its decrescendo. He prayed to the Emperor for strength one last time and with a single burning nerve impulse, the thermic reactor within the ceramite armor whirred loudly. Thick fumes raged out of the exhaust before a mighty explosion, taking out a considerable amount of traitors. Alas, the candle's flame was no more. In the grim darkness of the 41st Millenium, there is no mercy, no respite. There is only war.
what is a scarier sight to behold, a sight of an old space marine, or the sight of a very very old dreadnaught, both have lived very very long lives, and have seen many of their brethren die
The Cataphron dreadnaught will be remembered as The Emperor's Finest and yknow...Huron fal.... >:C AND CHYRON SINGS THIS TOO LET THAT BOY KNOW HES NOT THE LAST LAMENTER!
Burn the incense, light your candles, load those bolters, sharpen the toothed blades and take your oaths of moment before the descent of Angels. There's nothing but lament for the pure souls of the venerable stout warriors of the Imperium.
Fellow arms-men, I ask you "Will you follow me tonight to break their spine And reclaim what once was mine?" Those Cravens backstabbed me, deceived me Never shall I tolerate their crimes again Now, let the hunt begin Seven thousands souls scared and daunted, such a tale of woe Not too long ago, this village was a golden scene of hope Call down the reckoning To bring back hope and peace, restore our Gloria To live forever Bring down the dark regime I know how to unleash eternal power Lead us to order I am the lightbringer fellow warriors, I ask you "Should my campaign come to an end?" There's way more to avenge 15 million souls living in this realm without much hope Not too long ago, this kingdom was a golden state of hope Call down the reckoning To bring back hope and peace, restore our Gloria To live forever Bring down the dark regime I know how to unleash eternal power Lead us to order I am the lightbringer
Rest now, honorable sons of mankind. Those who not only faced death unflinchingly for a cause greater than themselves, but did it twice. Your vigil has ended. Your duty, honorably, discharged. You may rest now
These 40k AI covers make me wonder if, or how, or what would some marines sing other than the average monastic song, especially those chapters such as the Blood Angels, Salamanders and similar chapters who still value their own humanity and non combat aspect of themselves. I wonder how they could actually sing and sound given their enlarged thorax and skulls along with all 3 lungs. I also wonder if those few dreadnoughts who still remain mostly sane do partake in similar things to pass the time between being awakened and being deployed.
The Last Dreadnought of a once forgotten chapter, in a fight that would be written into Imperial legend. The mark of the last stand, the charred and immolated shadows left. Left a tale of the last battle. Of being surrounded by Heretics and Xeno worshipers. Picter and Vox-caster records painted a canvas of overwhelming force, with total friendly forces measured in decimal points compared to hostile forces. What had once started out as a full chapter dwindled when Orkz spore erupted from beneath clad boot and claw, when the skies split and retched forth Deamon and unholy war-engines, when the skies themselves darkened with Tyranid bio-ships. The last stand of this lone dreadnought had made gore and bile and chunks of his adversaries. This lone Dreadnought for which no help would come. Had destroyed scores of his opposition, that by the time the sarcophagus make up of his tomb could no longer hold against the tide. The mountain on which his tomb stands, rusted, slagged and still glowing has no recorded name or mark on any known cartographical maps. "I am the ᴸᶦᵍʰᵗᵇʳᶦⁿᵍᵉʳ" *Crystalin Nuclear battery fractures, shatters and fulminates. Before with a squealing ring, a burst of light clamours for attention, a time later it sputters cold and is snuffed from existence.*
The pictures got imperial fists but I also envision this song with a Salamander dreadnought ensuring the civilians get evacuated by sacrificing himself to hold off a horde.
I separated them, and then cleaned and processed the audio, using UVR and Audacity. Or do you mean the voice clips for the Dreadnought? You can get those off youtube, or some "sound bases", or from DoW 2.
"i dont get it, he just watched marley and me and din't cry once, he must be heartless." Me, Holding back tears listening to an ai dreadnaughts final lament on the battlefield:
Fellow arms-men, I ask you "Will you follow me tonight to break their spine And reclaim what once was mine?" Those cravens backstabbed me, deceived me Never shall I tolerate their crimes again Now, let the hunt begin, yeah 7 thousands souls scared and daunted, such a tale of woe Not too long ago, this village was a golden scene of hope Call down the reckoning To bring back hope and peace, restore our gloria To live forever, yeah Bring down the dark regime I know how to unleash eternal power Lead us to order I am the Lightbringer Yeah I am the Lightbringer Now listen Fellow warriors, I ask you "Should my campaign come to an end?" There's way more to avenge, woah 15 million souls living in this realm without much hope Not too long ago, this kingdom was a golden state of hope Yeah, oh Call down the reckoning To bring back hope and peace, restore our gloria To live forever, yeah Bring down the dark regime I know how to unleash eternal power Lead us to order I am the Lightbringer Oh Call down the reckoning Bring back hope and peace Restore our gloria to live forever Call down the reckoning To bring back hope and peace Restore our gloria to live forever Bring down the dark regime I know how to unleash eternal power Lead us to order I am the Lightbringer
"I would have liked... To see...The skies of baal... one last time..."
why must you hurt me so brother
@@legionofthedamned157to fuel the rage inside you against those who have wronged us so and taken our brothers from us
Go to our gene father, big brother. Your duty has ended
I just saw Ignis death. why do I find it here too? 😭
You have wrought Vengeance for Sanguinius a 1000 times brother.
Position overrun by chaos.
Troops breaking.
The Dreadnought holding the line after he requests an orbital strike on his current position:
I was never to survive. I returned here to die where I should have died before 5000 years ago. Taking you with me was the mission.
Orbital strike incoming Ancient Perseus. The Emperor Protects.
*Only in death do duty ends*
*Even in death I still serve*
"Sad Dreadnought doesn't exist it can't hurt you!"
Sad Dreadnought: "...."
Every Lamenter Dreadnought.
@@curtisthornsberry4236 seriously should have used Lamenters dreadnought art.
We were not designed to cry, brother. So please stop that leak of hidratate liquid from your eyes, the whole Galaxy count on us, we cannot suffer for this insignificant genetic failures comming from our ocular globes... Damn it!
Every single dread be like
@@curtisthornsberry4236every? All that was left was chyron who only survived because he was with the deathwatch when his brothers died
Let us salute in memory and name of legends like Rylanor, Malcarion, Faul and many many others, they will all be missed
👐Rest brothers, for your duty has ended.
@@roguechieftain233 SO PASSES RYLANOR, MALCARION, AND FAUL! HEROES OF THE IMPERIUM!
Blessed be our Brothers! For the Emperor!
Even in death, They served.
God this song fits so well.
Clearly this is how a single dreadnought feels when you drop him into the enemy base from orbit and expect him to kill the whole base alone.
Yeah, but do you know how I feel when he actually succeeds? It's pretty good.
Having him sing the soft piano version was an excellent choice
I imagine this being the battle cry of a loyal dreadnaught of a traitor chapter on Istvan lll as he emerges from a bunker with the few loyal brothers he could save, as they head out to deal with as many of their traitorous brothers as they can before they fall. He blares it on his vox channel, but by the end of the song, he is the last one standing, overrun and about to fall himself, he turns off the limiters to his dreadnaughts reactor, overloading it and going out in a blaze that takes several heretics with him.
"FOR THOSE WE CHERISH WE DIE IN GLORY!!!" Battlecry of the Lamenters
Shall we go together then this death we choose it we deny you your victory
Is this how a Lamenters Dreadnought sound like?
Yes.
this is specifically the one with the blood angels who thinks his entire chapter is dead
@@fqnoqetuoetgon Deathwatch, but yes. He wholeheartedly believes his whole chapter died, and never had the chance to see them again.
For a meme song, this thing slaps harder than it was probably intended to.
We didnt deserve Pentakill
slaps harder than a dreadnought fist
Nice choice of song. I love this 40k AI music trend
This is our death. We choose it. We deny you your victory...
Legendary last words of a hero
((Sorry if this is a bit long, but I had to get it out...))
As the mighty Dreadnaught slammed his fist through the wall, he maximized his sensory inputs. Shaking off the Chaos Marine that had been between him and the wall, he confirmed no enemy remained in the immediate vicinity. He had survived another wave of Cultists, along with several of their Chaos Marine masters, leaving none but himself and an injured Apothecary standing. Around them, their fallen brethren lay where they took their final stand. All fell guarding a single structure inside the underground cavern, the bunker’s entrance looking like it had been taken out of an underwater combat vessel. Inside, 15,000 innocent souls prayed to get through the next hour, let alone the day…
When the Traitors broadcast themselves performing the first of the rituals on all visual entertainment mediums, many thought it was a cruel hoax. So many people sacrificed, the first emergence of the Daemons, the beginnings of the Master Portal in orbit, it all seemed impossible. Most didn’t believe it was real until the raiding parties came for them. Some foolishly thought it looked like fun and performed it themselves, going well until the Daemons killed anyone in sight, wannabe ritualist or not. As the reality of the attacks became all too real, the Master Portal growing with each sacrifice, people started to panic. Some of the Planetary Defense Forces had been corrupted, eliminating their loyal counterparts before they could make a move. When a large group of civilians killed themselves to prevent themselves being captured & sacrificed, they never knew they were being recorded & transmitted, the Master Portal growing regardless. Any death fed the Master Portal’s growth, with the sacrifices merely being more effective. Hope seemed to be truly gone…
Until the Astartes arrived.
In armour of blood red with black stripes from forehead to back of neck and black shoulders, they had mustered what forces they could and launched a counter offensive. Their arrival surprised the Chaos forces, giving civilians time to escape, bringing back some glimmer of hope. But with only 2 dozen Marines, 1 Dreadnaught, several Rhinos, a single generically coloured Sword Class Frigate & a precious few Thunderhawks to their rapid response force, they lacked the strength to truly hold the enemy back. Knowing this, their mission was to protect as many civilian lives as possible while a proper Strike Force was assembled. They had come knowing their own chances of survival were low, but they need only protect as any civilians as possible…
A mere 24 hours later, and the last loyal citizens of the planet, only 15,000 to their number, hid in their underground bunker. Their brave defenders had made the Chaos forces earn every inch of tunnel with gallons of blood. Several fell along the way, their Progenoid Glands removed by the Apothecary then the reactors of their armour set to overload as makeshift bombs. Their ship had successfully drawn away some of the small Chaos fleet but had not yet returned to a position where it could assist. The airspace above was far too hot for the Thunderhawks to attempt an attack run, let alone stop and start collecting civilians, occasionally intercepting approaching forces the only help they could provide. With so many in 1 place and the tunnels providing some relief as a bottleneck, the Astartes had decided to divide their forces - some to go inside the bunker as a last line of defense while only those who volunteered to stay outside. None had gone in with the civilians, even the injured providing another barrel to cull the Chaos numbers…
Giving the area another sensory sweep, the Dreadnaught turned as he heard a pained groan behind him. The Apothecary had dropped to 1 knee and breathed calmly but deliberately, hand over the wound the Chaos Marine chainsword had caused. Their Brethren of the fully Equipped Strike Force were on their way to join the fight, but they were still an hour away. The Dreadnaught could make out the distant sounds of the enemy amassing once again, preparing for another onslaught with weapons made to crack vehicles much larger than himself…
“Brother, are you able to collect their Geneseed?”
The Apothecary nodded.
“Then do so. We don’t have long before their next assault! We shall place it inside the bunker, that our brethren may collect it when they come…”
The wounded Marine moved as fast as he could while the Dreadnaught contacted those inside to prepare to open the entrance, his orders to only open it slightly, send the precious cargo inside then close it, auto-lock systems engaging the instant it was shut. As the Apothecary finished collecting the Progenoid Glands the door was opened, the Apothecary walking to the gap with the Dreadnaught behind. Getting to the opening, The Apothecary looked in to see the people send someone their way only for something behind him to hit with enough force to launch him inside. Scraping the ground with his chest piece, he looked behind him to see the Dreadnaught slowly lowering his Plasma cannon…
“Brother, what is the meaning of this?!”
“You are in no condition to continue fighting right now, and the next wave approaches. These are my orders - protect the Geneseed! Go deep with the people of this planet, seal the path behind you, be mended and prepare to fight back any breaches. I will hold the line here…”
With that, the Dreadnaught shoulder-pushed the door shut, despite his Apothecary’s protests, auto-locks engaging immediately. With the enemy now in distant sight and cautiously approaching, expecting more boobytraps like the ones that had claimed many others before them, the Dreadnaught opened long range coms once more…
“Sharpened Blade, are you still there?”
“Still here, surprisingly intact but still on the run.”
“Glad to hear. Are you able to provide me some firepower at least?”
“Our torpedo tubes are fully functional, but we’re in no position for a precision strike I’m afraid- “
“Thank you, but I have no need for precision. I want you to completely level this city. Destroy every structure above and below this place for at least a hundred miles around. The bunker is deep enough to protect the people from all but the strongest bunker busters, we need only prevent them weakening the doors…”
“But that’s suicidal! Even your armour- “
“I stand alone against unnumbered cultists and our traitorous cousins equipped to destroy tanks. I will not survive this assault. I need only know I didn’t go down alone and that I protected these people best I could…”
“Understood. Orbital Bombardment Torpedoes loading…. Munitions loaded and ready to fire, target coordinates confirmed and in sight! FIRE!! Munitions away, impact in 4 minutes…”
“Roger that. Thank you for your assistance…”
“You shall all be remembered in the Halls Of Honour…”
With the enemy seconds away from mutual firing ranges, the Dreadnaught confirmed targets and took a moment to scroll through the onboard music selection. Locating a song long ago found but never played in battle, he started the song as the 1st missile flew wide of his chassis, singing along as he vaporized the 1st of this wave’s victims…
“Fellow armsmen, I ask you
Will you follow me tonight to break their spine?
And reclaim what once was mine…”
As the battle raged, the misaimed siege shell from a mortar tank blasted a chunk of roof, the resulting collapse seemingly connecting the hole to another on the surface, letting the Dreadnaught see the sky outside. A sensor feed picked up the fiery trail of the warheads unrelenting descent all over the entire city. Leg blown off, stuck on his back, remaining foot dragging him in circles on the spot to best keep the Plasma Cannon on target, the Dreadnaught sang along to the song’s final line as one of the descending streaks came directly at him…
“…. I am the Lightbringer…”
This...does bring a tear to my eye brother, Good job.
Beautiful
Just found this video and read this. Really made me tear up.
Dude you have me bawling.
Some things just hit home way more then they should...
I can just imagine, as the final line in the song fades, the sky ignites as several broadsides of lance batteries from orbit burn the very atmosphere, and completely obliterate the dreadnought's position for several kilometres around, taking an army of heretics with him. He truly was the lightbringer.
"FOR THOSE WE CHERISH WE DIE IN GLORY!!!" Battlecry of the Lamenters
"We honor the names of the fallen."
"Rylanor, the Ancient of Rites, the most loyal of the Emperor's children, who waited a million nights to scar the traitor Fulgrim."
"Huron Faul. Slain at Istvaan, making sure the last of his brothers made it to shelter as the bombs fell, denying the traitors their victory."
"Malcarion, a traitor in action, but one of few among the eighth with a true, noble soul."
"Rest now, sons of Terra. Know that you have done the Emperor's work."
wait did malcarion th ebattle sage die? thought tthe last we heard of him he was only battered as he walked out of the caverns and stomped on the eldar leader?
Huron Faul.... i will never forget the Image of the Lone Surviving Dreadnaught looking up when the Virus Bombs fell on Isstvan III before overloading his reactor and giving himself and his friend the death of their Choosing.
I may not be a super soldier like the space marines but as far as guardsman, dreadnought lightbringer you got a guardsman who will stand by you.
I can only imagine a Blood Angles dread playing a giant piano in an auditorium that’s packed with his battle brothers there to listen to his ancient hymns of old
They play it as their position is overrun with chaos
The highest ranking battle brother asks for one last performance from the dreadnought
The dread agrees and uses bionic limbs to play one last song while they start to get cut down. The song slowly ends as the dread gets up and stops playing but keeps signing, replaced by well timed bolt shots.
And there are couple of brothers with flamers and they use those flamers as people use their lighters while listening a sad song at a concert.
I'm not crying. You are crying.
Indoor raining
The chorus fills with the final voices of his Battle Brothers, shielded one last time by the venerable dread. Their voices join as the collective company refuses to abandon their Brother in this final moment.
As the bombardment cleanses the heretics from this world, their voices find harmony in the light of righteous end. In the Emperors name they give their life, for their Brothers they give their voice. One last time.
Brave sons, all. Heroes to the last.
There's too much faith in my eyes ... it's making my eyes water ...
“This is our deaths, we choose this… we deny you your victory”
As the planet's ashen remains tremble under endless legions of chaos, roaring chainswords and dissonant harmony of battle fill the polluted air.
In the midst of a dying planet, the chapter's light grows dim but their hearts have never shone brighter, brothers standing firm until the final strike.
Overwhelmed by sheer numbers, one by one the brave warriors valiantly fell until but a handful stood, weakened from many injuries and low on ammunition.
Knowing that death is inevitable, the sentient tank blared out a song through his vox channel, a melody to sing in times of forgotten heroes.
A solo became a duo, a quartet, then a choir.
With renewed vigor, the war-hardened souls continued to cleave and fire with all their might, cleansing heretics in the Emperor's name.
Be as it may, they were still no match against the bloodthirsty army tens of thousands strong.
As it came to be, the ensemble faded to an octet, a quintet, then a trio, and finally a solo once more.
The walking sarcophagus was riddled with dents and holes, his assault cannon no longer functional, the chant reaching its decrescendo.
He prayed to the Emperor for strength one last time and with a single burning nerve impulse, the thermic reactor within the ceramite armor whirred loudly.
Thick fumes raged out of the exhaust before a mighty explosion, taking out a considerable amount of traitors.
Alas, the candle's flame was no more.
In the grim darkness of the 41st Millenium, there is no mercy, no respite.
There is only war.
Truly a voice of a an angel its a terrible day for rain.
I wanna hear the dreadnoughts sing more sad songs. Its very fitting and there is a sound in there that just hits right.
i like the idea of a surviving dreadnought clinging to the remnants of the glorious force he was part of
It would be awesome to find more loyalist dreadnaughts from traitor legions or chapters still surviving
A WH:40k musical with a tragic character of a dreadnaught is precisely what we need.
what is a scarier sight to behold, a sight of an old space marine, or the sight of a very very old dreadnaught, both have lived very very long lives, and have seen many of their brethren die
Dante vs Rylanor. Both equivalents. Both worthy. One dead once, the other twice. Both lifting their burdens awaiting death
God dammit, why am I in tears
Because the warhammer community said it’s time to cry again over istvann
this is actually fire
The Cataphron dreadnaught will be remembered as The Emperor's Finest
and yknow...Huron fal.... >:C
AND CHYRON SINGS THIS TOO LET THAT BOY KNOW HES NOT THE LAST LAMENTER!
Burn the incense, light your candles, load those bolters, sharpen the toothed blades and take your oaths of moment before the descent of Angels. There's nothing but lament for the pure souls of the venerable stout warriors of the Imperium.
the moment the voice started all i felt was pain and sadness........some iced earth would do well in the 40k universe also.....great job
Now I kinda wanna hear either the Dying dreadnought sing Metallica's Nothing Else Matters, or Guardsmen singing For whom the bell tolls
I am here to witness my brother's song
Fellow arms-men, I ask you
"Will you follow me tonight to break their spine
And reclaim what once was mine?"
Those Cravens backstabbed me, deceived me
Never shall I tolerate their crimes again
Now, let the hunt begin
Seven thousands souls scared and daunted, such a tale of woe
Not too long ago, this village was a golden scene of hope
Call down the reckoning
To bring back hope and peace, restore our Gloria
To live forever
Bring down the dark regime
I know how to unleash eternal power
Lead us to order
I am the lightbringer
fellow warriors, I ask you
"Should my campaign come to an end?"
There's way more to avenge
15 million souls living in this realm without much hope
Not too long ago, this kingdom was a golden state of hope
Call down the reckoning
To bring back hope and peace, restore our Gloria
To live forever
Bring down the dark regime
I know how to unleash eternal power
Lead us to order
I am the lightbringer
Rest now, honorable sons of mankind. Those who not only faced death unflinchingly for a cause greater than themselves, but did it twice. Your vigil has ended. Your duty, honorably, discharged. You may rest now
I imagine this song being played for all the loyalists from all the traitor legions while they're being slaughtered by they're own brothers
The ancient dreadnoughts, truly the most noble of us all.
You know? The voice of the dreadnaught hits me hard in the feels. Not sure why that is lol
The discontinuation of the mk3 space marine kit have me like:
Ancient Dreadnought's Last rites of the Emperor's last Loyal Emperor's children ,
This song fits Rylonor so well.
Rest, sons of Terra.
Even in death I sing
Lameter's Dred on his last misson
We perish for those we cherish!
Idk if the dreadnaught was the right choice, but the end touched me O.o
These 40k AI covers make me wonder if, or how, or what would some marines sing other than the average monastic song, especially those chapters such as the Blood Angels, Salamanders and similar chapters who still value their own humanity and non combat aspect of themselves. I wonder how they could actually sing and sound given their enlarged thorax and skulls along with all 3 lungs. I also wonder if those few dreadnoughts who still remain mostly sane do partake in similar things to pass the time between being awakened and being deployed.
That's... actually really, really good. I was ready to laugh at some silliness, but this hits a bit harder than that.
2:59 ... and the virus bomb went off
Majestic. Brother
The Last Dreadnought of a once forgotten chapter, in a fight that would be written into Imperial legend. The mark of the last stand, the charred and immolated shadows left. Left a tale of the last battle. Of being surrounded by Heretics and Xeno worshipers. Picter and Vox-caster records painted a canvas of overwhelming force, with total friendly forces measured in decimal points compared to hostile forces. What had once started out as a full chapter dwindled when Orkz spore erupted from beneath clad boot and claw, when the skies split and retched forth Deamon and unholy war-engines, when the skies themselves darkened with Tyranid bio-ships.
The last stand of this lone dreadnought had made gore and bile and chunks of his adversaries. This lone Dreadnought for which no help would come. Had destroyed scores of his opposition, that by the time the sarcophagus make up of his tomb could no longer hold against the tide. The mountain on which his tomb stands, rusted, slagged and still glowing has no recorded name or mark on any known cartographical maps.
"I am the ᴸᶦᵍʰᵗᵇʳᶦⁿᵍᵉʳ" *Crystalin Nuclear battery fractures, shatters and fulminates. Before with a squealing ring, a burst of light clamours for attention, a time later it sputters cold and is snuffed from existence.*
FOLLOW ME TONIGHT TO BREAK THEIR SPINE, BROTHERS
Literally brought me to tears
The emperor protected
Your Service has finaly ended Brother now rest at the Emperors Side with all our Brothers who allready went ahead.
Hmmmmm, kinda wanna hear a Dreadnought sing "Still Alive - Lisa Miskovsky"
Honestly, now i wanna hear the Dreadnought singing Thornmail.
Ave Imperator
This is simply better than the original
better than the source material
this is the voice i expect from nurgles boi's
So he is from Lamenters ?
I actually really enjoy this one a lot. Kind of wish it had lyrics though.
The pictures got imperial fists but I also envision this song with a Salamander dreadnought ensuring the civilians get evacuated by sacrificing himself to hold off a horde.
Less Terminators.
More Dreadnoughts.
Do a song in ecclesiastical latin for maximum lore
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how did you get the vocals for it? i want to do something fun for my roomate
I separated them, and then cleaned and processed the audio, using UVR and Audacity. Or do you mean the voice clips for the Dreadnought? You can get those off youtube, or some "sound bases", or from DoW 2.
@@VB-92Could you please link where you got the voice for the AI?
@@artikreven I can't really link it, I kind of had to make it and I so far have not uploaded any of the voices or sound files I've compiled.
Pain
What game is this
Should have been a Lamenters Dreadnaught.
I may hate all loyalist corpse worshippers
But there's just something about dreadnoughts
I just can't hate
worst dreadnought voice sadly.
More. MORE!
"i dont get it, he just watched marley and me and din't cry once, he must be heartless."
Me, Holding back tears listening to an ai dreadnaughts final lament on the battlefield:
Fellow arms-men, I ask you
"Will you follow me tonight to break their spine
And reclaim what once was mine?"
Those cravens backstabbed me, deceived me
Never shall I tolerate their crimes again
Now, let the hunt begin, yeah
7 thousands souls scared and daunted, such a tale of woe
Not too long ago, this village was a golden scene of hope
Call down the reckoning
To bring back hope and peace, restore our gloria
To live forever, yeah
Bring down the dark regime
I know how to unleash eternal power
Lead us to order
I am the Lightbringer
Yeah
I am the Lightbringer
Now listen
Fellow warriors, I ask you
"Should my campaign come to an end?"
There's way more to avenge, woah
15 million souls living in this realm without much hope
Not too long ago, this kingdom was a golden state of hope
Yeah, oh
Call down the reckoning
To bring back hope and peace, restore our gloria
To live forever, yeah
Bring down the dark regime
I know how to unleash eternal power
Lead us to order
I am the Lightbringer
Oh
Call down the reckoning
Bring back hope and peace
Restore our gloria to live forever
Call down the reckoning
To bring back hope and peace
Restore our gloria to live forever
Bring down the dark regime
I know how to unleash eternal power
Lead us to order
I am the Lightbringer