IT'S OK ... YOU CAN GO NOW • Matias Castro Cancino

[@millerlucerojames]

Her words ... while she held me ' you have been with me since the day I was born and the day I took the throne ' i could tell there were tears in her eyes ' it's okay now... you can go.. for your duty is done and I and your brothers will never forget you nor your deeds my knight ' those were the final words I heard her speake before I closed my eyes and passed on from this world for now I still watch over her from the heavens .. for I am her knight ... and she is my princess .. one I swore to watch over even in my next life

[@jayjayx5x1]

I prefer: For me, a knights duty never ends. I still walk the halls to this day, those unlucky enough to see me, are not long for this world. They tell stories of me, a knight clad in darkness, a horror for those who’d be foolish enough to dare hurt my queen. I know not my name, nor my past, only my duty. When death comes, he’d best hope he is polite, lest I take his place.

[@mohamedshabin9176]

❤🎉

[@Khan-s6x8s]

Are these lines from movies or what? If so, please tell me names

[@millerlucerojames]

​@@Khan-s6x8s there are not lines from a movie ... it's something I can up with while listing to the music

[@huzaifamehdi3169]

@@millerlucerojames Very good! Those are lines that should be in media

[@skybreaker96]

I had a friend who fought with all he had, against cancer… He eventually lost the battle. What’s really sad… He needed to know we would be okay, before he could pass away. When his GF told him he could rest… he died in her arms. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t remember his conviction.

[@tnganthavee100]

This comment gave me a teary eye.. Seriously though may that GF forever remember her man's conviction for the rest of her life.

[@skybreaker96]

@@tnganthavee100 I know she does…

[@Scorpious187]

My grandfather was stubborn as hell. He refused to die. Had two strokes... after the second one he was in a coma for a few days, woke up... his vision was 20/20, he no longer needed his glasses. Doctors couldn't believe it. A couple years later, my grandmother was in late-stage Alzheimer's, but for some reason she just kept hanging on to life. One night my grandfather fell asleep and just... died in his sleep. Grandma died five days later. Nothing in the world will ever convince me that he didn't *will* himself to pass on and go get their place ready in the afterlife, so that she would know she could let go.

[@selsalsha418]

Rest in peace

[@Nathanvoie]

My gf was on a ventilator for 3 weeks sick with covid. I saw her everyday. Held her hand. The last day I was there, the nurse said he was happy with her numbers for the night. But I knew in my heart it was her last day. That morning I could hear her breath in my ear before I went to see her. She was in a coma, I held her hand. Told her I would be ok, and that it was ok to go. She didn't need to keep fighting. She died 2 minutes later. Rest in peace, Munesh. I'll see you again one day.

[@tintincool7015]

If you did a bad thing and sacrifice to do the right thing back You're legend

[@TowardsTheMoon880]

Thats a true character of mine❤

[@DimitriKurkov]

The lone warrior looked down as his blade slowly turned into cinder. The symbol of his might, by which many of his foe have met their demise, now nothing more than a bygone memory. "How quaint." He thought to himself as his cape also began to fade into nothingness. He was no more. That much was clear to him. Yet why could he not feel any rage, any sorrow. Surely as a warrior, the thought of his countless battles becoming all for naught must be abhorrent to him. It meant that the blood that stained his hands, the screams of those who stood oppose him, the cold and unending darkness once clouded his very existence, all of them he endured for naught. And now here he was, nothing more than a shadow of the dark and cursed past, feeling the peacefulness that had for long evaded him. "Rest now, my champion." A voice cut through his thoughts, so real yet so fantastical. "My lady, I have failed you." He croaked. His voice broken from countless war cries. "How can I rest as they sully your memories? How can I rest as they take away what is rightfully yours? How can I..." "... hope to rectify that when you and I are but shadows of memories long gone?" His lady gently finished his words, her voice just as he remembered before they took her away from him. "You may be able to save my memories. There is a chance for that. And I may be able to save the kingdom. But who will save us? Who will save you?" In silence the warrior stood, his thoughts a shambled mess. Hugging the scar filled back of her fearless champion, the queen whispered. "A kingdom without you, my love, is not a kingdom worth saving." Engulf by the warm sensation of peace, the worn out warrior closed his eyes. "Rest now, my love, for you have battled long enough."

[@huelu982]

And his kingdom is?

[@giftybrown2410]

What thee actually flip 😳 😢

[@Genz20]

This is actually freaking beautiful, thank you for this comment 😭

[@Dazai18th]

"I told you whenever you fall, i'll catch you"

[@lordjezus]

And what will You do when we all Fall?

[@alexsouls3944]

A hero to the Kingdom lives on. But only a legend dies for his kingdom

[@ahsoei9641]

“We are going to be okay… You can rest now.”

[@jackmyowl]

Many things have come to pass since I discovered this channel in 2021. Your musical talents saved me from a dark place, and dark thoughts. Some will never know the wonders of you channel. But remember... *There Will Be Generations Because Of You*

[@РашатМамедов-э6к]

This is fire. Love this channel so much. As always very beautiful music

[@Crayzee_games]

"I swore I wouldn't lose you again..for those bastards that took you...I killed them all, even though it kills me now, I know you live, even if its not with me, For I am at peace now. Regain our country my love, for you, for our nation." He'd say as he began to fade away, following the light and going to the heavens, for ever watching over her, being her guardian angel.

[@luissalvadororozcosepulved9958]

Cuando te caigas, alli estare para atraparte. Cuando te sientas perdido, alli estare para mostrarte el camino. Cuando te sientas que no puedes continuar, te dare mi mano para continuar el camino juntos. Cuando el dolor o la enfermedad te moleste, luchare a tu lado. No por honor. No por gloria. No por fama. Por amor, por que te quiero. Por que eres mi hijo, y siempre estare a tu lado hasta mi ultimo respiro. No importa donde, no importa cuando. Ese es el amor

[@darth_grimace8461]

"I'm ok. You can rest now."

[@Lanau.Marie-Christine]

Bonjour. Epic Music World, merci bcp excellente musique 🎶 🎶 félicitations !! 👍👋😄💯💯💙🌹👍

[@memati7199]

You never fail to amaze me ❤ Thank you.

[@jaddmith7599]

Королева принимает бой и слова здесь не уместны, есть только Любовь и Музыка. Дыхание Королевы и её сердце становится больше и больше, она переполнена Справедливостью и Огнём. И вот она вдыхает в Рыцаря новые Силы для сражения и дальнейшей Жизни. Её Рыцарь жезлов продолжит свой путь Войны. Впереди ещё много сражений, побед и ран. Но Огнём Королевы 👑 и её сердцем наполненым Любовью ❤️ всегда есть место для защиты нашей Земли и её Рыцарей от врагов. Слава Королевы. Слава Богам и Предкам Нашим.

[@The-King-of-Typos]

These tracks are so phenomenally emotional, and I love them so much! ❤❤❤ Thank you for these, EMW. I truly, really appreciate what you do. ❤❤❤❤

[@Didierpelupessy]

“In life War, in death, Peace. In life, Shame, in death, Atonement.” Motto of the Death Korps of Krieg

[@Shron_Hypercore]

"He was always thinking for others, always sacrificing for them, always supporting and helping them. But no one in his entire life told him to get some rest. At last, once he was Fighting against the Sins to protect the others, he was hit by a trident. In his last breathes, someone came from shadows and told him "IT'S OK ... YOU CAN GO NOW, TO GET SOME REST", he died in her lap, with a Greatest Joy of the Centuary and some tears in his eyes." ~By "Queen of Angel"

[@jaddmith7599]

The Queen takes the fight and words are not appropriate here, there is only Love and Music. The Queen's breath and her heart are getting bigger and bigger, she is overflowing with Justice and Fire. And so she breathes new Strength into the Knight for battle and further Life. Her Knight of Wands will continue his path of War. There are still many battles, victories and wounds ahead. But with the Fire of the Queen and her heart filled with Love, there is always a place to protect our Land and its Knights from enemies. The glory of the Queen. Thank the Gods and Our Ancestors.

[@cosmos8571]

Le soleil commençait à descendre lentement derrière les collines, laissant dans son sillage des teintes dorées et violettes qui se fondaient dans l’horizon. À travers la fenêtre de la petite chambre, la lumière du crépuscule caressait doucement le visage de la vieille femme allongée sur le lit. Ses paupières étaient closes, et son souffle faible était à peine perceptible. Le temps semblait suspendu dans l’air lourd et silencieux de la pièce. À côté d'elle, Emma était assise sur une vieille chaise en bois, sa main serrant doucement celle de sa mère. Les yeux rougis par les nuits blanches et les larmes versées en secret, elle fixait ce visage qu'elle connaissait par cœur, mais qui lui paraissait soudain si lointain. La vie qui avait autrefois animé cette femme forte s’éteignait doucement, inexorablement. Les rides profondes marquaient les épreuves et les années, mais malgré cela, elle restait belle, comme un portrait aux couleurs un peu fanées, mais toujours vibrantes de souvenirs. Le murmure des appareils médicaux rythmait la pièce, un faible bip régulier résonnait, rappelant à Emma que, même si le corps de sa mère s’accrochait encore, l’esprit semblait déjà ailleurs. Le médecin avait dit qu’il ne restait plus beaucoup de temps. "Quelques heures peut-être," avait-il murmuré avant de quitter la pièce, laissant Emma seule dans ce silence oppressant. Emma essuya discrètement une larme qui avait glissé le long de sa joue. Elle avait tout fait pour être forte, pour ne pas s’effondrer, mais maintenant que le moment était si proche, la réalité de ce qu’elle s’apprêtait à perdre devenait insupportable. Elle n’était pas prête. Comment pouvait-on être prêt à dire adieu à quelqu’un qui avait été là toute sa vie, à qui on devait tout ? Elle se pencha légèrement en avant, approchant son visage de celui de sa mère. Le silence de la pièce n'était brisé que par le faible souffle de cette femme qui avait tant donné, tant sacrifié. Emma n'avait jamais su comment trouver les mots justes dans ces moments-là. Elle avait toujours été forte, du moins en apparence, comme sa mère le lui avait appris. Mais là, face à cette réalité implacable, toutes ses forces semblaient l’abandonner. "Je suis là, maman," murmura-t-elle, sa voix à peine un souffle dans le calme de la chambre. "Je suis ici… Je ne te laisserai pas seule." Elle n'était plus certaine que sa mère pouvait l'entendre. Ses yeux fermés, sa respiration lente et irrégulière, comme si chaque souffle demandait un effort surhumain, donnaient l'impression qu'elle était déjà loin, presque hors de portée. Pourtant, Emma continua de parler, espérant que, d'une manière ou d'une autre, ses mots traverseraient ce voile. "Tu as été là pour moi, toujours," dit-elle en serrant un peu plus la main froide de sa mère. "Tu as tout fait pour moi. Même quand j’étais une gamine insupportable, même quand je me rebellais contre toi… tu m’as toujours soutenue. Je ne sais pas si je te l’ai dit assez, mais… merci." Les larmes qu'elle avait essayé de contenir coulèrent librement à présent, traçant des sillons silencieux sur ses joues. Elle ne cherchait plus à les retenir. Elles étaient le reflet de tout ce qu'elle ressentait et qu'elle ne pouvait exprimer autrement. La douleur d’une vie qui s’échappait, l’amour qu’elle portait à cette femme qui avait été son monde. "Tu peux partir, maman," dit-elle doucement, sa voix brisée mais douce. "Je serai là. Je resterai avec toi jusqu'à la fin. Mais tu peux t'en aller maintenant, si tu en as besoin. Tu n'as plus à te battre." Le silence de la pièce sembla s'intensifier. Le soleil était presque entièrement couché, ne laissant derrière lui qu'une faible lueur rosée qui inondait doucement la chambre. Emma ferma les yeux un instant, se laissant envahir par ce calme étrange, apaisant malgré la situation. Elle se souvenait de ses dernières discussions avec sa mère, bien avant que la maladie ne prenne le dessus. Elles parlaient souvent de la mort, non pas avec crainte, mais avec une sorte de pragmatisme. Sa mère avait toujours été une femme de force, une battante. Elle avait traversé tant d'épreuves, y compris la mort de son mari des années auparavant, sans jamais flancher. Mais cette fois, Emma savait que c’était différent. Il n’y avait plus rien à combattre. C’était la fin du voyage. "Je me souviens quand tu me racontais les histoires de ton enfance," murmura Emma, son regard perdu dans les souvenirs. "Je me souviens de ta voix, toujours douce, même quand la vie te malmenait. J'espère que je pourrai être aussi forte que toi un jour." Le moniteur émit un petit bip irrégulier. Emma sentit un frisson traverser son corps. Le moment approchait, elle le savait. Elle se pencha un peu plus près de sa mère, effleurant doucement son front du bout des doigts. Sa peau était froide, mais cette proximité lui apportait une sorte de réconfort étrange. "Tu n'as plus à rester pour moi," chuchota-t-elle, les larmes inondant à nouveau ses yeux. "C’est bon, maman. Tu peux partir. Je vais m'en sortir. Je te le promets." Le souffle de sa mère devint encore plus faible, presque imperceptible. Emma resta là, à ses côtés, tenant sa main comme si cela pouvait la retenir encore un peu, juste un peu plus longtemps. Mais elle savait au fond d’elle que c'était terminé. Et c’était bien ainsi. Sa mère avait lutté assez longtemps. Un dernier souffle. Puis plus rien. Le silence qui s'ensuivit fut à la fois déchirant et étrangement paisible. Emma resta immobile, toujours tenant cette main qui avait été son guide toute sa vie. Mais elle savait qu’il n’y avait plus rien à dire. Elle ferma les yeux, laissant les larmes couler librement, mais avec elles, un poids s’échappa de son cœur. "Merci, maman," murmura-t-elle, sa voix brisée mais pleine de tendresse. "Tu peux partir maintenant." Et dans ce silence apaisant, pour la première fois, elle sentit que sa mère était en paix.

[@shariefsharu2085]

BEAUTIFUL MUSIC

[@Contrel]

I cant win, i'm fighting a war i never wanted to, the game Is rigged, but i refuse to go down quietly 🗡️🛡️

[@Gabriel-fz4ys]

Keep coming back to this.

[@tottoland]

I always love your videos and they always get me through the day. keep up the great work and thank you for bringing this epic track to KZbin.

[@grimmrexrat]

We, the soldiers whose iron helped fortify this empire laid siege to our masters who had taken our daughters. The softened palace soldiers taken aback by our ferocity and fell like shorn wool. Our leader and his team took over the throne room while the rest of us searched for the living quarters in our desperation. In those cursed rooms, we found our daughters. Our daughters ... dressed like geese hung in a butcher's shop in time for feasting. Daughters and fathers paused in shame and fear, the other never wanted to be seen like we were. Our dear daughters, our treasures, our hopes, our bloodlines' futures. My heart shuddered as I checked each familiar face. Her face wasn't among her friends'. My heart pounded as the girls told me where she was last. I ran. I found her surrounded by her kidnapper and his minions. They all died by my blade as I reached for my little girl. My heart, that sustained me through proposing to my wife and each battle shattered as I knew my girl suffered the trauma I swore would never befall her. At least, her mother will smile again when our living daughter is returned to her. I reach for her again, but my hand missed her pain stricken face which seemed so far away. My heart that beat in a panic was now faintly ebbing. It was cold. Vaguely I felt her press against me, her too thin arms flung around me, heard her calling me. My dear daughter ... It's okay, you can go now ... your mother will be so relieved to see you again.

[@AM.produc123]

Wow so cool music i use it yeah tq

[@devil6243]

No one left behind

[@worldwide_hitu]

Beautiful💚🔥

[@Luke_wait_for_it_marengo]

Sometimes, we need permission to let go.

[@reggattobonner4451]

You people just say this to someone with nowhere to go and it just blows my mind

[@NevanaMusicProductions]

a truly beautiful work

[@ivanullua]

Muy linda musica ❤️❤️👍👍

[@charabiabdo7890]

Its like 2🎉evry time you take me to other demention thnx

[@smallestsignl259]

Great sound ❤

[@MilikaCirkovic-ve6hx]

Thank you so kind and relaxed i feel now goodbye darling

[@_shorrtstacks4979]

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[@hollymatton474]

Beautiful ❤❤

[@nothing-b2n]

Ok,,thanks for your permission

[@renzotomaz7462]

❤

[@AalamShahid-g8v]

❤ 1

[@LastGunslinger1]

Epic Music World, do you upload all you music on spotify?

[@narcissebellamy8961]

I listen to that, it's almost a refuge. It's December 2048, just 21 days before the end of the world. The gravity changed unexpectedly, there was nothing we could do. In 2034 scientists thought that the process would be reversed, but we should have understood that the attack had already begun. They were already among us.

[@ForestLambJehovah]

Beautiful picture: exists* Commentators: we have to make a story out of this.

[@instantwins24yt69]

“It’s okay. You can go now.” “Bye Sammy.”

[@Sweethearted444]

💚✨🕊️

[@BradleyMasten-g7p]

I live and love you Goddess. I pray you live and love me.

[@reggattobonner4451]

Waiste

[@skinnyway]

let me go to my death. dont look for me when I am gone - you never looked for me while i was here.

[@Meris.1.998GonzagaFreitas]

LEIS UNIVERSAIS..SIGNOS...GENES..

[@IAnikeyI]

- Всё будет хорошо. Я шептал ей это когда она садилась в машину что бы уехать из этого ада. Всё будет хорошо... Крутилось в моей голове когда я слышал вой сирены. Все будет хорошо - шептала мать ребенку еле дыша, раненая осколком в грудь. Всё будет хорошо - первое что услышал я после того как контузия от взрыва рядом немного отпустила. Всё - будет - хорошо... Вспомнил, когда глаза стали закрываться.... Привет из Белгорода.

[@user-sadiv]

Изучаю историю. Чувство у меня , как буто я перемещаюсь во времени.В поиски ответа. Вот уже близко к ответу .

[@comictitan4509]

This looks eerily like adult Emily and Trellis. Anyone else see it?

[@mindfree7155]

🖤🪽