Songs for feeling like a cold heartless villain 🔥

[@Dark-0-c3l]

Wow , you know you got too much talent with choosing the right word and songs, it really feels that way❤❤

[@ЯнаТарнавская-л3б]

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[@cybertronian1616]

*Rumbling, all the armies feel beneath their armored legs is the ground trembling as the sinister darkness of the coming clouds looms over them all. A blinding flash of lightning stretches across the sky like terrifying claws that gouge the sky with light. Soon after the lightning dissipates a sudden roaring roll of thunder resounds through them all, shaking the armor atop their bodies. The horses they had with them were all in a fearful frenzy while a figure treads closer, coming atop the shaded hill in front of the armies gathered here. A harsh and frigid wind blows past, his cloak billowing around while he walks closer to them. The leaders of the armies all come to the forefront before yelling out with a tremble in their voices to charge forward --- the command having little effect as the men in the ranks have trouble with the horses who whinny and toss them all off before fleeing. The chaos sends the men into a short bout of disarray before they hesitantly gather themselves back up and ready once again. However during the distraction the figure had closed some of the distance between him and the armies. Before the leaders turned and saw him he had stopped, his hand resting upon the gleaming pommel of his deep sapphire blue blade. His hand was relaxed while he glanced at the leaders who had jumped back slightly at his appearance, a dark figure with a full head mask with gleaming streaks of a deep bluish storm gray silver that seemed to flow in the soft light like flames in a still fire basin. The forefront leader comes forward and out of a mix of fear and tradition to ask him to surrender in the names of the nations that were present, eliciting a rumbling chuckle, a cold sound that sent tremors through those that heard it.* "Surrender? To nations that took from me what kept them safe? How... amusing that you think that would save you. All of you were complicit in your nation's cruelty, all that do not surrender will perish!" *The last sentence is bellowed out for all to hear and soon bits of clattering are heard as portions of the armies detach from the rest and walk away to return to their families while the rest are now unsure or have nothing to lose. The figure nods softly and steps back before saying one more statement* "now you can charge" *the leaders puff up and shout out the order and the silver wave of the armies begins its cascade to the figure. He sighs softly and draws his blade, the gleam bouncing off the polished metal of the army's armored ranks. With one more huff he walks into the wave, cutting through it with swaths of blazingly bright azure flames while the storm above strikes the ground with lightning. The screams that follow the strikes echo out while he drags one of the leaders and tosses him into the fray like a ragdoll that just gets trampled and broken. The figure slams his arm across a coming wave and a blast of ice erupts from the ground before being struck by a bolt of lightning and sending shards of ice, metal and parts into the rest of the armies. His cloak is used to disorient his foes while he makes his way through the dwindling wave of silver. Whenever he comes across more that have surrendered he creates a path for them to flee. He doesn't waste any movement, everything is for a purpose as he pushes against the army's fury, however fleeting it is. The strikes he deals against them cause armor to crumple and break like a boulder through a castle wall, devastating and lethal. He grabs a few of the soldiers and uses them as shields and clubs while his blade finally cuts through the rest. After an hour of battle he walks over to one of the leaders, battered, broken, life fleeting slowly and agonizing. The pure terror the leader felt as he pulled his way across the verdant green, tainting it with crimson, was enough to be smelt along with the burning scent of his leg, arms and banners on his armor. He pleaded as the figure cleaned his blade and sheathed it, coming closer before flipping him over and pushing down on his chest. Forcing a scream from the leader he profusely apologizes as much as he can* "Apologies? Hm shame I'm not the one you should've used them on." *With that he pulls the leader up by his neck and grabs his medals and map, the same action he did with the other leaders, before crushing his neck and dropping him. Crimson drips from his gauntlet while he looks back at the valley and sets a few seeds across the way he came. A shower of rain comes crying down from the clouds above, the bodies being pulled and buried in a polite fashion while various flora soon bloom and mark the area while he makes his way to the main nation that was the cause of all this pain.*

[@Hhfndxbfv474u]

Can you attach a picture ‏‪3:34‬‏

[@loadeddemigod2919]

IDK why but the sound compression in this video feels off. It doesn't feel up to your usual quality and high standards.

[@krishsingh1081]

Has anyone head the song that goes like [In Speed ] never ine take a redoe oo this one made a (I don't know the 3 words after it it's not clear) [Speed up] never one take a [Speed up in start] never kne take a 😢 im searching for this song it used to be used in old minecraft clutch vedios when it's graphics was not that good but average