"We are surrounded!" "Good!! It means we can fire in every direction!"

Missread the title as 'Alone Against a Whole Orchestra'... still fits

“We’re surrounded. Finally a fair fight!”

He stood alone against the advancing enemy tide. He would die this day, true. But he would take as many of the enemy forces with him. Then he heard it… “On your left.”

Arms swinging, breathing heavy, darkness all around me. My enemies fall beneath my broken sword and splintered shield. Soon I am the only one left. I feel no closer to death than a dead man. Flying beasts of shadows and cursed souls whirl around me, snapping at me with their blood stained, crooked teeth. Yet I carry on. Deep gashes on my body, each second feels like a minute, each minute an hour, each hour an eternity. My enemies fall only with blows to the head to stop their vicious, malign laughter. One of my eyes is scarred and blind. Blood pouring out my nose and mouth and ears no different than a waterfall or river. And yet I carry on. I long to close my eyes and accept my fate. But I remember them. My friends, alive and dead. My family, deceased and living. My wife and unborn child. I remember, and fight for them. With them. All of them. I will rid the earth of this wretched disease, no matter the cost. And so I carry on.

All these commenters think that you have to dip into fiction for stories like this, I'm here to tell you that a unit from the Vietnam War called MACV-SOG were routinely outnumbered 1000 to 1 and came home.

Listening on the toilet fighting a hard battle😢

"We have you surrounded" "All I'm surrounded by is the sound of fear and dead men"

Dang! I just quit my job and starting my web dev business from scratch. I'm alone. My enemies: 1) Uncertainty 2) My capital may not be enough. 3) No clients yet. 4) Have a lot to learn. 5) Competitors (that are highly qualified than me). 6) My own doubts. This music: "Just kill them all!"

Fred stood alone, staring at the ravenous, demonic beings he once called family, approaching him with eyes blazing red, mouths foaming, clawing at the air...deep was Fred's fear, but as a true hero he embraced it and turned it into unwavering resolve. The fiends would never reach the fridge behind him, for the last slice of cake it contained was going to be his, and no one else's !!

1:28:18 'The Origin of Species' is an absolute mind-blowing breath-stealer!! WOW!! 🤯

"You think I'm trapped in here with you? No, you’re trapped in here with me" -Rorschach's journal

Really enjoy this collection. Good energy without being too overpowerin

Bob stood alone. Creatures circled him, their evil eyes fixated on him. He kept his demeanor silent and his posture straight. His feet slightly parted, he raised a hand and grabbed it. The snarls grew louder. He grinned a powerful and victorious smile and popped the last beer bottle before downing it, to the frustration of the other students.

It didn't take long for Reach to fall our enemy was ruthless. Efficient. But they weren't nearly fast enough. For you had already passed the torch. And because of you, we found Halo, unlocked its secrets, shattered our enemy's resolve. Our victory your victory was so close, I wish you could have lived to see it. But you belong to Reach. Your body, your armor all burned and turned to glass. Everything… except your courage. That, you gave to us. And with it, we can rebuild. -Dr Cathrine Halsey - Halo Reach.

The flow of energy that rushed through me the second I played this, was so powerful...it took my soul away with it....I can imagine myself, in the middle of that battle field rn....

This has got to be one of the best epic orchestra compilations I've heard in a while

I love the songs in this playlist. It's been an inspiration in my life.

"Come alone or in any number you wish; you are naught but prey either way..."

5:25 Good god, I love this one 8:23 Am I the only one who timed every strike of my imaginary blade with the beat 😍

Wonderful! Gorgeous!! 🤟 Thank you so much for sharing 💖 Is there a chance to buy it on CD??

Give up! We have you surrounded! All I’m surrounded by is fear… and dead men.

I have certain soundtracks I listen to as I write. This is definitely going in my list! Fantastic job!

Look up Battle off Samar, October 25th, 1944. Most superficial retellings don't do it justice; look specifically for Johnston-Hoel Association, action reports in US Naval history register and other places, Drachinifel's video on the battle, etc. One of greatest last stands in history. All these "alone against an army" compilations are just for Samar and the Johnston, SBR, and their fellows in Taffy 3.

"Против всех исчадий из глубин преисподней, против всех нечестивцев рода людского мы выставим тебя одного"

ENGARD stood alone. Creatures of the black cloud circled him. Fiends of the fired earth burst out around him. Monsters in armour marched to the groan of Dragon horn, and many more mounted beasts not seen since the Ancient World. Yet on the crest of Endwand Mound, Engard stood silent. Beneath his feet was the blessed ground, upon which Kings had long knelt and given reverence to the Almighty Adan. But here, on the last glint of green, in a landscape smote to ashen grey, Engard stood alone...or, so he had thought...

Goes hard

Nowadays, I see everyone talking about Naruto/Boruto and DragonBall but never see anyone speak about inuyasha. I love inuyasha and to this day still watch it and remember every episode bit by bit. I remember when I was 6 waking up every morning at 5:30am with my brother and sister just to watch it on DVD. Those were the days. I'll admit, Naruto is really good, but Inuyasha will forever have my heart.

Music is my sword, lyrics are my shield, I will win this battle and go out singing! Probably not the words he might say, but that would be something to write about. It's crazy how music can inspire anyone to write a few or a lot of words of what they are feeling at that time. I love orchestral music, it drives me when I'm stuck in a writer's block. It gives me the chance to imagine where my characters need to be, what to say and where to go. I've been in a writer's block for so long, it's crazy, but lately I've been listening to these types of music and wow, words can't be explained of how it works so well. Thank you for the music!

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I listen to this on my way to work to mentally prepare myself

If you do not conquer self, you will be conquered by self. ~Napoleon Hill~❤ Don’t let the enemy win

I feel like a Grey Warden again 😎

"Though an army rises up against me,in this I will be confident ."☝️💪

Walking through life surrounded by evil. Steadfast ready to fight til death for our King and saviour. ✝️

Maravilha!

Big last stand of the 300 spartan vibes !! ⚒️⚒️🗡️🗡️💪🏼

Reading the BIBLE with this on...💕😎😎

playing this really helped me while I was writing an epic battle scene in my book. Thanks for this

Wishing you always be healthy, happy and always find happiness from the simplest things

Seriously....What AMAZING images!! I was watching my own movie!! Thank you!!!

I'm already preparing in advance for the pleasant emotions from epic music

Giebort pulled off his kabuto, looked around and wiped his brow. 'These were difficult enough to put down,' he remarked, as the slain corpses of the undead surrounded him, the foul, unholy dark magic that gave them life finally extinguished from the flame contained within his blade. 'I wonder how the rest of the city has fared.' So Giebort picks up his helm and begins walking, the caverns the city of his ancestors built into seemingly darker than before, all unnecessary activity extinguished for the time being. As he walks, he passes four more of his men moving to take his place at the Eastern Gate -- the narrowest entrance into the city. As his men move past, he stops them for a minute to inquire on, grimly, losses, and a status update. "How goes it at the other entrances?" He asks. "On the Eastern Gate, we barely have left a cohesive troop of only a dozen...but we're still there." "Yes Sir!" One dwarf snaps to attention. "On the Western Gate, we have successfully held the line. They have not broken our defenses, and our Stone Knights keep the enemy at bay. For how long is unknown." "What of the Northern Gate?" "Unknown, sir." Another dwarf pipes up. "We was gonna head that way, as me brother is stationed there, and was in the thick o' things, last I knew. That be until we got yer orders to come a-marchin' to the Eastern Gate." "Carry on," Giebort says. "By Morradin, I hope we can hold out for reinforcements." Nodding acknowledgments, Giebort takes his leave, instead heading towards the ground-level command post. There, he is about to get an overall report, when a runner comes in, extremely out of breath. "M-Mess--Message!" He shouts. "Get your breath, lad," Giebort says. "We were about to have a status meeting. Now, out with it. What's the message you have? And from whom?" "It, sir..." The dwarf gulps air, still breathless. "Well?" "Excuse...me...sir," the dwarf says, finally able to speak. "The message is actually two: One from Dunhar, your opposite in Hammersmite. Hammersmite...has fallen. Completely wiped out, and not two days ago." This news shattered Giebort. Dunhar had been both a friend and a fierce rival growing up, but they had earned each other's respect through the decades. And Hammersmite...overrun? If Hammersmite has fallen, what hope did Crucible have? They had better defensive positions, yet fell nonetheless? "Survivors." Not a question. "None that have reported in." "What was the message?" The runner pulled at least three pieces of parchment from his pouch. "Here, sir." Giebort took the missive. Reading it quickly, he realized: Hammersmite's defenses were outnumbered more than ten to one, and according to Dunhar, Hammersmite would fall in less than an hour -- with more enemy reinforcements coming in. Dunhar wrote that his men gave it their all, but that it wasn't enough. So, he wished Giebort better luck than his, and if Fate was not kind, that he and Dunhar have a drink at Morradin's Forge. "Second message," Giebort orders. "And quickly." "Yes, sir," The dwarf pulls out a second piece of parchment. "This one, sir, from the garrison commander at Tempfell." Reading this missive, Giebort knows not the commander, only that Tempfell was only a day's march from his home: Forgefold, the capital citadel of his people, the Smelt-born Dwarves. From this missive, Giebort also learns the other sister citadel, Goldstone, has also fallen. At this, Giebort's blood runs cold, almost as if a forge flame has gone out. "We...we are the last," He remarks to himself. "Sir! Sir! More sightings!" Comes the report. "From where?" Giebort demands. "All three gates report masses of these blasted undead, along with orks, goblins, kobolds, and even a few undead stone giants, sir! What are your orders?" "Give me and the men here a couple of minutes," Giebort says. To the men, Giebort says, raising his voice to an authoritative level: "My kin. My brothers. My compatriots. I have just received word that this war has claimed our two sister citadels, Hammersmite and Goldstone. Both have fallen, overrun by overwhelming odds. In Hammersmite's case, odds of more than 10 to 1. You know as well as I: We have little hope. The humans above our cities initially rejected our pleas. The Elves...even now, refuse to see that the day our light goes out, theirs soon follows. Of this, there is no doubt. We still have no party responsible for this war, begun more than 15 years ago. We are still no closer to a victory; some will now say, we are closer to defeat than we have ever been." At this, grumbling is heard throughout the dwarves present. "Aye, lads!" Giebort brings them back. "To those that would quench us prematurely, I say to them: Forgefold, the cradle of our kind, made from Morradin's own hand, _has never fallen!_ WE are still here, and WE still defend her, this grand citadel, to this day! Forgefold has NEVER fallen! Attacked, yes! Overwhelmed, yes! Bent, yes! BUT NEVER BROKEN ARE WE! We have never surrendered this city, and I do not expect you to this day! We still have our wives, our sons, our daughters, in the deep caverns, even now. We still fight for them, for our future! And now, we fight to carry on! We fight to survive! We are the last Dwarven citadel left! We shall not fall without a fight! And should we win the day, we will celebrate a new dawning of a new age: One in which our defense here will never be forgotten! I tell you this, brothers, that though we are exhausted, though we tire, we must give everything we have to protect this city! We have but hours. Get some food, what rest you can, and prepare. As for what we do now, lads...pull back to the inner gates at each entrance. Make them come to you. Use every gate defense you have, and use the ballistae to take out the undead stone giants our enemies have with them. Make them pay with blood for every foot they take from us! You know what you need to do, my brothers -- now get to it! DIS-MISSED!" HOURS LATER Giebort stood on the inner wall, and for the last two hours, heard the discordant marching of feet in the distance with accompanying wardrums. Everything his men could do, had been done. If it could be blocked, it was blocked; if it could be braced, it was braced. If it needed ammunition, ammunition was located, created, and stocked. Weapons were refreshed and polished. Worn weapons replaced, and replacements for those weapons placed in strategic places in the citadel. There was no way this massive Dwarven stronghold would fall without a fight. Seeing the enemy less than 500 feet from the outer citadel wall, Giebort went down below. His men, in their adamantium heavy armor, spears and pikes at the ready, awaited his command. Giebort stood little more than arm's length from the front line of his Dwarven defenders. At this, an amplified, creaky voice came over the din. "Drop your weapons and surrender, Dwarf," it called out. "If you surrender, we will let you live." Giebort drew his katana, a weapon of beauty that had served him well over 200 years. Drawing on his inner forge-fire, he ignited the blade. A dull, white-hot flame sprang forth from the full black adamantium blade, forged long ago in the forges of this very citadel. "We think it proper to tell you that we, the Dwarves of Forgefold, decline to acquiesce to your request," he loudly remarked. "In case you didn't know, means 'no.' We are not surrendering. So IF you want our weapons... "...COME AND TAKE THEM!"

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Сильная музыка 👍 для воина света нет разницы какое войско против него, он стоит до смерти.

Great video of music. This is going in my playblist for writing. I love the feel of it. It makes me think of the ranger , Jade ; as he faces off with a vile drow mercenary and his amy alone. Blades flash while magic colllides with innate abilities. A dance to the death. Your music compliation is very good. I enjoyed it.

maravilloso

Thank you !

The title is what Grim Dawn is all about. And these songs are great inspiration for some build like my lightning retaliation Archon.

Yay!

This is perfect! Reminds me of an army marching to attack.

the amount of "they stood their ground alone" story starters is crazy.

No retreat, no surrender; that is Spartan law

This is a very good mix actually, well done

Con estas Melodias, me da energia para poder avanzar y no rendirme en esta etapa de mi vida. tal cual yo soy solo vs el mundo. prefiero morir intentandolo a nunca haberlo echo.

Yep

At Thermopylae, Leonidas king of Sparta took his final stand, knowing this battle would be his last. Driven by an oracle- he knew he must give his life to save all of Sparta. Waves and waves of Persians attacked the meager Grecian force but were beaten back... Lay down your weapons! ...Come and take them!

I'm writing a story right now, and exactly at 43:50 , the beat and notes makes me write the most powerful script in my whole life... This music is a gamechanger for storywriter... Please make more mixes like this...

Awesome

This slaps so hard while playing the Arkham horror card game!

And next to him among the three mighty men was Elea′zar the son of Dodo, son of Aho′hi. He was with David when they defied the Philistines who were gathered there for battle, and the men of Israel withdrew. He rose and struck down the Philistines until his hand was weary, and his hand cleaved to the sword; and the Lord wrought a great victory that day; and the men returned after him only to strip the slain. (2 Samuel 23:9-10 RSV)

"싸워라! 아니면 잊혀지리라!" - 아트록스

Archion stood resolute, as they circled round him. His brothers were dead, his people were dead, and soon, he would be dead too. He brandished his sword defiantly against the hordes surrounding him. They stood there, waiting. Waiting for the smallest sign of movement, any solitary insight to their opponent's next strike. Archion waited too. He knew naught but death awaited him, but he also knew that the brave live on forever. If death was his lot, then he would come to the reaper bringing with him many fellows. Every slash, every strike, had to be perfect. Suddenly, it happened. One soldier moved just a step to the right. Archion seized the opportunity. He darted into the miniscule hole in the lines and made his mark in blood. Before any of his enemies knew what had happened, five of their comrades lay dead. Archion didn't stop there though, he couldn't. He knew that even a second's delay could spell his doom and deny him his glorious stand. His leaf shaped blade cut a terrible swathe with each stroke. He carefully maneuvered through the stage that was his alone. The way he moved was more comparable to a dance than any sort of warfare. He felt his body weakening, but pushed himself harder nonetheless, he would not be denied his glory. The enemy soldiers parted before him, they knew of Archion the Swift, and they were afraid. They did not run, they knew that the sergeants were not far behind, ready to kill them if they wavered, but still, a man cannot simply stand still when he sees death approaching. Archion moved with the grace of a swan. Every motion he made was calculated five seconds beforehand, nothing else would have sufficed. I would not say that Archion was a brave man, or rather, he was no braver than any of his brothers had been. He was simply too proud to stop fighting, too stubborn to let himself die. He would fight for every last breath, for every last beat of his heart. Archion's blade began to grow warm in his hand. He noticed the change, any seasoned warrior would, but he had no time to inspect it, no time to think about it, all that was in his mind, was the war. The battlefield began to brighten, this too was an anomaly, a break from the normal feel of battle. Suddenly, the space just ahead of Archion was awash with flame. He stumbled back, amazed. He looked to his blade and found that it was glowing. The armies around him paused their attack, fearful of what sort of magic the knight in front of them had just unleashed. The clouds began to part, but what met the warriors' weary eyes, was not the peaceful blue sky, but a fierce white light. Archion watched as his enemies began to be consumed by white flame. It was a terrible sight, even for him. In a few minutes, he alone stood on the scorched field. He barely controlled his trembling body. Looking up at the fierce yet beautiful sky, he understood, that something was happening, something far beyond his understanding.

reading solo leveling while listening to this, love it

I may try this one out during my next gym session

Lovely

This music is truly wonderful 🖤

We were all there surrounded at every angle, bows, swords and shields at the ready "On 3! 1!....2!.....3!!!" I yell, everyone engaging in the battle, one by one my friends got slautered but i kept fighting. The more i foght the stronger i became, the faster i was, reflexes hightened, and at the end i was the last one standing. all you could see for as far as the eye could see is the bodies of the enemy and the leftover destructional path left by me.

En cuanto vi el título me acordé de Abraham Presilla, ese hombre es un grande y todo un héroe

"You are surronded! There is nowhere to go!" "All I am surronded by is fear, and dead men."

Starfire: They are too many to fight, what shall we do. Robin: .... Fight Anyway!

I can see this music playing while a warrior is putting on his armor and sharpening his sword preparing for the battle of his life. Then he walks slowly to his kitchen grabs a bowl and fills it with his favorite cereal eats it stands up yells ,stretches and goes back to bed. Lol! It was all just for the drama.

🇨🇾 Wow! The title is me in my everyday life! 😮 And the music is amazing! ❤ You can't imagine how does it helps me big time - thank you! 🙏🏻 😊

I will not be silenced!

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Когда наступает конец надежды - просыпается гнев. Гнев порождает смятение и страх. Страх порождает агрессию. Агрессия порождает Смерть. Смерть поражает конец надежды.

"All I am surrounded by is Fear and Dead Men"

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Amazing Music!! Is that all real instruments or electric generated Sounds? Best regards and much as possible Succes for you! 🙂

When you're trying to beat your sibling to the last piece of cake

Ver um amigo, um aliado sozinho em batalha e triste.... então não fique de joelhos! Vamos lutar mesmo que morra em batalha! ....um mar de inimigos contra 3 solados honrados

Yes please

the guy who is standing at the middle 🐐🗿

Benjamin stood before the army of children, foam sword drawn and pointing off into the distance at their leader. Eruptions boomed off in the distance, another sound of the sure victory! Amongst the sea of darkness, the light shined through reflecting on his toddler armor! It had been so long... but finally, The Bottle Wars was coming to an end.

The image reminds me of Noble Six vs a Covenant army.

Perfect for helldivers 2 most epic moments

I listen to all of this video before I fall asleep ..

The primary coil is still in place

The best - "The price of liberty" 01:31:16

Darknees everywhere, look closer mayby you are the light! Onward light carriers!

All the emotions that Phib parted, were just a little part from his unimaginable exponential growth in power. He knew that the entire school counted on him as he rises from the ground and leaped over a rock. Suddenly, a spark of light came out of his eye and he knew that he awakened something far beyond his limits. He pushed his arms upwards and howled, letting go a massive power surging through his body. All that was left on the football pitch was him, his countless failures and Raylou the enemy (known as the demon from Aziebatch). He stood high and kept a silent demeanor as he limped towards his fate. It all started when Raylou summoned his whole army and charged forces onto Phib. All the students inside the buildings watching intensely as Phib charged towards the whole army. He remembered his past and the countless deaths from his village and knew that the whole school was counting on him. One after one, Phib started to notice the fluency on his movements but knew that he couldn't hold such power any longer. He went all in and a mesmerizing aura came out of him, blue as the galaxy and bright as the sun. For many years he was waiting for this moment and rushed onto Raylou. The whole football pitch was shattering onto a massive crater. He yelped and charged his final attack to finally give eternal silence to the deep depths of hell. A massive burst came out of his hands as Raylou panicked and admitted defeat against a mere mortal. Eventually, Phib ascended to the sky as the whole school cheered. To this date, he is known as our god of the sun but in our instincts we recognize him as our savior who once defeated hell.

Amo estás .musicas de paixão 😅❤ MT fixes cool 👍😌🇧🇫

Guts Likes this

9:16 is my favourite.

*GigaChad* intensifies

Genial

Todos ustedes contra mi sol@, la playlist.

Standing atop the hill, on a clear summers morning as the new light of the day breaks the horizon, he looks out at the masses of enemy forces as they march towards him, the sun glistening off their weapons and armour. As he watches them he estimates their numbers to be 1000 strong, highly trained and well disciplined. He smiles to himself as he lifts up his shield and draws his sword, "finally" he thinks to himself " a worthy adversary and a challenge of sorts" knowing that every minute of training and every second of previous battle experience has led to this moment. Then as they start their charge, his smile broadens, as he stands strong, filled with courage holding his ground, knowing they stand little hope of victory and that he will be feasting in just a few hours in the hall of his king and that peace will once again be restored to the kingdom.

никогда еще написание текста не было таким эпичным

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