Well, if you want you can rise, just look up. Yes, you will be alone but there are many hands up there waiting for you. Easy to say, because you'll probably fall down again, it's your bloody mission!
I absolutely love these videos you post. As someone who sees images and "animations" in my mind with music, it really helps me during my drawing or animating times. Even at times when i need a specific mood or vibe for a drawing or story, you already have what i need. Love all of these!!
"As i walk the earth seeking to finish what I've started. I find myself wondering what it is i am truly after. My sword is lined with the blood of the guilty. My wings can no longer carry me above the sky, heavy with the burden of all that I've slained. Yet I have not felt the satisfaction of stopping what it is i find incorrect. One after another. I will not stop. Till the day i feel that what is wrong, is made right."
Fate. It is fickle, and often flighty. Yet, at the end of days, it is definite and unmistakable. I see her as beautiful as she always was, yet time and decay have befouled her. Corrupted her. And yet I still remain too poor the fool of my younger days. I still say, "I love you", yet she draws her blade in silence. She cares not, sees not, the man that she teased, wooed, and eventually cast aside for another day to ultimately, end his pitiful wretched soul. Such is the tale of The Fallen Angel. And such is the fate of a broken man who loved her so. Gods I need help. I love this piece, yet it brings back memories that still wound me. What I'd give to forget how such an angel crushed my soul. Perhaps I wouldn't be so bitter and foul.
Spare me for you have bastardized the feelings of love Walking away with another was your aim. Watching the reaction of your tomfoolery for a cheap laugh with your version of Gomorrah. You meant harm and killed love. So you are now met with indifference because you no longer matter. You cannot be saved nor heard by any gods. Especially the ones that matter.
Quietly did she watch all those she loved pass on without her, solemnly did she scorn the gods for her plight. She vowed to serve them forever more, not truly realizing what deal she had made with them. Decades passed, the centuries.. she waited for her service to be fulfilled and her final day never came. This day, she sat and she watched over a battle field. The injured crying desperately out for help or death. Vultures picking at the entrails of the dead and wounds of the terrified living seeing their comrades be eaten. She slid from her comfortable perch, landing gracefully and soundlessly upon the frost bitten crimson fields. Her beauty had long faded away. Her raven locks now white as the snow beneath her feet. She seemingly floated over the ground to the bodies which had been strewn over the open space and with a wave of slender skeletal fingers she relieved the souls of their bodies and gave the petrified dying peace. She walked over the dead looking to see who could still be saved and who could not. To her right she saw a young man, no more than twenty, clutching his sword, his eyes scrunched shut in his fear before his final moments. His pale cheeks wet with freezing tears of pain and sorrow. Slowly she knelt down, bony fingers caressing his face.. “Sweet lamb..” was all she said before she took hold of the hilt of his sword and slowly stood again. She lifted the blade, admiring its craftsmanship. Its edges having tasted the blood of the young man’s enemies. Silently, she stared into the shining metal and saw herself for the first time in many a year and tears of her own streamed down the bones of her face. What had she become? She didn’t know but it was not something she liked. She could not die of age or at the hands of another so she pondered if she could at her own hands. For a long while she stared at the sword before deciding she still had a purpose to fulfill otherwise she would be denied her family at the end of her sentence though she committed no crime against the cruel gods other than simply existing. She knelt once more to touch the young man’s face, before taking his hand and lifting his soul from his mortal coils and she slowly escorted him to his afterlife. Keeping him by her side so he would not be too afraid to cross into the summer lands.
Centuries now past, leaving only regret Condemned to pay her unearthly debt Forsaking her Lord, alone with her sword Destined to roam though eternal gloam.
Skeleton with wings and boobs , they do know that when a body deteriorates to the point that the face is skeletal any flesh underneath is going to disappear that definitely covers boobs?
_да,у Смерти безграничная фантазия_вы все смертные и вы все видели что Смерть делает с вами и это даже неверхушка айсберга_безумствовать вам нет позволения_Аминь_1_
I have to say that i subscribe to a bunch of soundscape channels. This is my favorite. I listen every single day. Like @kevinsyz1201 Peace love and pisitive vibes
Fallen and Forgotten.
Well, if you want you can rise, just look up. Yes, you will be alone but there are many hands up there waiting for you.
Easy to say, because you'll probably fall down again, it's your bloody mission!
How could I get this image as a download?
All hail the glorious dead!
Beautifully impressive my friend once again it is well done I can feel the dark ambience , well done my friend well done😊
amazing!! I really have all your songs saved in my playlist
Wow amazing!
ahhh the broadsword..... thats a fallen angel with impeccable taste.... as always thanks for the music videos.
Good ambience. Love the artwork
i genuinely can't listen to all your compilations as quick as you put them out and it pains me
They'll be here for you need :)
Love your music. Deeply appreciate your art as well
these images
my goodness
so beautiful!
Perfect for meditation, breath work, galdr and yoga. Excellent work. Ethereal and consistent.
I absolutely love these videos you post. As someone who sees images and "animations" in my mind with music, it really helps me during my drawing or animating times.
Even at times when i need a specific mood or vibe for a drawing or story, you already have what i need. Love all of these!!
First time I encountered your channel and it was this song and it put me asleep after listening for few minutes while waiting for somebody
This has me In a trance and always puts me to sleep makes my dreams interesting too thanks!
Beautiful musoc
i really like the artwork. any chance we get a link to it? :D :P
I really like this
This music casts a spell over me😍
Hello, do you have similar music tracks?
"As i walk the earth seeking to finish what I've started. I find myself wondering what it is i am truly after.
My sword is lined with the blood of the guilty. My wings can no longer carry me above the sky, heavy with the burden of all that I've slained.
Yet I have not felt the satisfaction of stopping what it is i find incorrect.
One after another. I will not stop. Till the day i feel that what is wrong, is made right."
Keep up the awesome work. If anyone here hasn't heard the Lost Gods track she made check it out its beautiful.
Who else is reading an epic fantasy with this in the background?
Danke!
Thank you :)
This music is so mukriful
wow Nice .😆😊😇
Your last vid was too good to stay up :D
Fate. It is fickle, and often flighty. Yet, at the end of days, it is definite and unmistakable. I see her as beautiful as she always was, yet time and decay have befouled her. Corrupted her. And yet I still remain too poor the fool of my younger days. I still say, "I love you", yet she draws her blade in silence. She cares not, sees not, the man that she teased, wooed, and eventually cast aside for another day to ultimately, end his pitiful wretched soul. Such is the tale of The Fallen Angel. And such is the fate of a broken man who loved her so.
Gods I need help. I love this piece, yet it brings back memories that still wound me. What I'd give to forget how such an angel crushed my soul. Perhaps I wouldn't be so bitter and foul.
Spare me for you have bastardized the feelings of love
Walking away with another was your aim. Watching the reaction of your tomfoolery for a cheap laugh with your version of Gomorrah. You meant harm and killed love. So you are now met with indifference because you no longer matter.
You cannot be saved nor heard by any gods. Especially the ones that matter.
OH WOW!
THAT ART!!!!
There's some strange beauty in a fallen angel
I'd like too have the wallpaper, I like the gitty but elegant style of art
Like #406 👍👌
A dark morning at work even with the sunrise
_супер_1_
Śpiący wiecznym snem
Клас супер спосибо тебе ❤
Quietly did she watch all those she loved pass on without her, solemnly did she scorn the gods for her plight. She vowed to serve them forever more, not truly realizing what deal she had made with them. Decades passed, the centuries.. she waited for her service to be fulfilled and her final day never came. This day, she sat and she watched over a battle field. The injured crying desperately out for help or death. Vultures picking at the entrails of the dead and wounds of the terrified living seeing their comrades be eaten. She slid from her comfortable perch, landing gracefully and soundlessly upon the frost bitten crimson fields. Her beauty had long faded away. Her raven locks now white as the snow beneath her feet. She seemingly floated over the ground to the bodies which had been strewn over the open space and with a wave of slender skeletal fingers she relieved the souls of their bodies and gave the petrified dying peace. She walked over the dead looking to see who could still be saved and who could not. To her right she saw a young man, no more than twenty, clutching his sword, his eyes scrunched shut in his fear before his final moments. His pale cheeks wet with freezing tears of pain and sorrow. Slowly she knelt down, bony fingers caressing his face.. “Sweet lamb..” was all she said before she took hold of the hilt of his sword and slowly stood again. She lifted the blade, admiring its craftsmanship. Its edges having tasted the blood of the young man’s enemies. Silently, she stared into the shining metal and saw herself for the first time in many a year and tears of her own streamed down the bones of her face. What had she become? She didn’t know but it was not something she liked. She could not die of age or at the hands of another so she pondered if she could at her own hands. For a long while she stared at the sword before deciding she still had a purpose to fulfill otherwise she would be denied her family at the end of her sentence though she committed no crime against the cruel gods other than simply existing. She knelt once more to touch the young man’s face, before taking his hand and lifting his soul from his mortal coils and she slowly escorted him to his afterlife. Keeping him by her side so he would not be too afraid to cross into the summer lands.
Comeback with me alone not perfect person in earth 💞
the picture! fckn hell ! awesome
Why? Because she's dead?
AZRAEL.
Centuries now past, leaving only regret
Condemned to pay her unearthly debt
Forsaking her Lord, alone with her sword
Destined to roam though eternal gloam.
Where do I download this image, I need it
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Where is the picture from?
"I have my sword at my side' 🗡
Would
o Reyna'nın ölü ruhu.
Skeleton with wings and boobs , they do know that when a body deteriorates to the point that the face is skeletal any flesh underneath is going to disappear that definitely covers boobs?
_да,у Смерти безграничная фантазия_вы все смертные и вы все видели что Смерть делает с вами и это даже неверхушка айсберга_безумствовать вам нет позволения_Аминь_1_
hi, wasn't there a ´under the Waves´ ambient kinda video up on ur Channel last night. Why is it gone tho ? is it possible to post it again maybe :)
Yup! It will be up again, I'm changing the approach a bit.
what do you use to make your songs? @athenaiv
Reaper or FL Studio depending.
I have to say that i subscribe to a bunch of soundscape channels. This is my favorite. I listen every single day. Like @kevinsyz1201 Peace love and pisitive vibes