Listening to this song I got the laugh of demon

Next level

bro, it's like i felt the other side of myself

I love the image sm

00:50

1:15

POV: when you are getting bullied at school and your evil form has came...

Pressing the piano keys happens exactly every second. It makes it feel like the piano is counting down every second to something incredibly terrifying.

Ощущаешь себя Гатсом

1:20 best part ybh

4:00

"4:00"

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That feeling of trust ... just drying up ...

These benn a millions of these. THIS IS THE ZOMBIE THEME!!!!

I'mma download this Thank you Your welcome creator ❤

1:20

Put adds in the middle of the music, what kind of a piece of sh!t are you ?

That Bass drop at 1:03 👌

Who else gets overwhelming rage when listening to this?

Frank castle anyone?

Es como escuchar una musica de Repulsive, pero solamente por la imagen, la música, puede ser algo pero la Imagen, es confusa.

POV: ur blinded by external rage

Why does this have an ad RIGHT in the middle of the song??

Count the shadows, for gods sake, remember, if you want to live, count the shadows.

can you link the background image please :)

Y7W3R

1: 4:30 2: 6:38

Patrón

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First two notes I heard the DBS pink petals outro

4:15

my theme song

Wow amazing beautiful i love

This gives me. Silent Hill and Resident Evil vibes.

I love this song because it's unnerving and scary but really cool song

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this song is good but the original is always the best in my opinion

was not worth the wait. Wasnt worth anything

nothing can unlock my gates, not even music.

👁👍

I love the song no matter which version I’ve heard. Props to you good sir. I think a lot of y’all deserve the same amount of subscribers as you do with views

After the war I realized something I did there and not here. When people look for Justice they look towards the government and the enforcement. But something I’ve notice is that the government sometimes doesn’t choose Justice and let them roam. And not only that the government that failed them, they weakened the vulnerable. Since I was the one to see the aftermath of what the government that failed their people I didn’t want it to happen to our people, I chose to bring Justice, you see Justice isn’t a being, it’s a hammer. A hammer one need to pick up. And I picked it up. One thing I think the government forgets is that the criminals aren’t nails. They can’t be hammered in one or two swings. They are screws. Screws that need to be hammered over and over till you can’t know from it being a screw in the first place. Beating it over and over till they know that Justice is brutal to those who hurt the nails. The ones that are the nails get hurt by the screws and the hammer is miss used. And the screws there’s a variety of them, short ones and long ones. The short ones they are easy but the long ones. They keep showing for a longer time and more swings they require. And I swung it as a sledgehammer letting them know that is was a hammer . People wanted me put to jail because they didn’t know if they were screws or nails but once I held the hammer I knew the difference. I knew how to handle the hammer. And I know what the hammer can do to the screws. I know what Justice can do.

I got an ad as the beat droped 😢

4:31 feels like when you lose someone you love and you explode with rage, power, revenge and sadness. (similar to Broly Kakumei when Cheelai died, his power reached up to the roof and beyond, the planet was trembling, Broly's roar was heard all over the Universe).

When Superman stops holding back…

is this from 28 days later?

0:00 you feel it, don't you? that subtle, bone deep dread. an awful feeling. a quiet, insistent nagging in the back of your head. "something's not right.." you mutter aloud apprehensively, as your breath fogs the cold, dreary night. you begin to hear your heartbeat in your ears. a faint scratching noise emits from the pitch dark behind you. you can't help but be acutely aware of how *alone* you are on this deserted backroad, as you turn and watch someone shuffle forward slowly, haltingly, into the dim light of a streetlamp. a woman. you can feel the hair rise on the back of your neck, but don't understand why. her clothes are dirty, scuffed, and torn. her skin sallow, and possessing a deathly pale color. her long, raven black hair, covers her face, her head hung low. you know this, yet you can't help but feel as though she's staring you in the eye. your body, of its own accord, moves back a step from this woman. then, as she begins to raise her head, and a low, agonized groan escapes her.. you hear it. a faint whisper, but one obeyed nonetheless. *'Run.'* as you backpedal away and begin to flee, her head whips up with a sickening **crack** of bone pushed beyond the limit. the movement also reveals her face, in the brief moment before you've fully turned around. *'RUN.'* your instincts scream as your mind fights desperately to hold onto its sanity, in response to what you saw. **'RUN.'** as you hear her let out an inhuman, keening cry, with answering calls from all around you. *'HIDE.'* as tears run down your face, and fear threatens to freeze you. it wasn't human. once maybe, but not anymore. what was left of the woman was anything BUT human. it was something from Humanity's darkest nightmares. decaying, pale skin, shot through with black, pronounced veins, sunken, bloodshot eyes that rolled around crazily before snapping onto you with an unnatural intensity. you recognize this one, and your stomach sinks even further, as you name the walking insanity currently pursuing you. "Mother."

Got an ad in the middle of this… Fuck you youtube

4:31 is just 🗿🍷