I love how all the comments are like pseudo-philosophical poetical nonsense.

Our future grows dreary, we are losing this fight, the soldiers grow weary, we won't last the night. We have our powers, and they are taboo, but we don't have hours, what should we do? Backup is far out, time not on our side, there is no doubt, we have no reason to hide.

The war drums pounded in her ears. She felt the weight of both the world and the metal plating atop her, yet she had steeled herself for what was to come. She stood out in front of the black armour-clad army, and cried out across the battlefield. “We do not stand here for the sake of our country!” The blonde, with her hazel-red eyes and slightly thin pupils, paced back and forth, riling her army up for the forthcoming attack. “We stand here to bring glory to ourselves. We are glorified for being heroes. The ones who strike down those who go against the laws of nature. Those men, women, and children who practice the forbidden laws! They must not be forgiven, even though they are OUR brethren!” The blonde turned to face the oncoming army, and drew out her blade from the sheath. It was a thick silver blade, sharper than her hate-fuelled gaze, and reflected the red sky that hung above the battlefield, casting the oncoming army in a somewhat hellish hue. “We do not stand here,” she added in a hushed tone, so that only a few behind her could hear her speak, “for the sake of our country. No… we stand here for the glory. To become the heroes that we are not.” She lifted her gaze, and whipped her hair back and held up her blade. “CUT THEM DOWN!” The army behind her roared with such ferocity that the earth shook, and each of them charged forward with their weapons drawn. The blonde stood quietly for a few moments, feeling the ground move underneath her armoured greaves, then she too ran forward, ready to strike down those who went against nature. Those who committed the taboo of nature; by being lawful.

Closed my eyes... It gave me thrills! I felt I was in heaven!

really good. love these kind of vocals

Know thy self, know thy enemy. A thousand battles, a thousand victories. Sun Tzu

A need to save those found unworthy Impure hands with cleanest heart Sacred steel now shining bloodied Took for war which was never to start A soul once cast, now drawn to carry Forever scarlet in sorrow bright No lesser feeling could hold it strongly Undimmed by cloud or shade of night With no praise for kindness lifted This Taboo act to bring salvation For all alone her justice pitted A tarnished soul to save a nation

Damn this is probably one of the most epic song i've ever listen on my life.

No idea why I just put this to a Playlist, should have visited this discography years ago. Have begun the collection this morning.

Love it!

Awsome!!!! ♥

Nice song, powerfull.

Unkown, yet strong somewhat familiar feelings rushed through my body as this song progressed, until its very end. That's what we call a major chilling experience. Or someone is taking an epic shit, one or the other.

nice music, i love it :3

This is that type of music that makes u smile for no reason and when someone notices the tap the next person like "the fucks her problem?" Lol

nice

picture of a woman holding a sword, and being a warrior were back in those sword times a woman being a warrior was a taboo

It is now or never to form that better tomorrow that we all dream for we may not survive this battle but our deaths will not be forgotten for we will muster of our last strength to that tomorrow we will forge for with our departure we will be remembered as legends...as heroes FOR WHAT HAS SHED BLOOD WILL HAVE A COMMEMORATION!!!

I like this, it sounds so dramatic

Where the hell did you find those awesome pics??

How can we win? They fall one by one, yet each still grows How can we win? Our foe is gigantic, we're just as slow But only we dare to bare these wings on our back, We represent the death blow. It's a game of blackjack, First one to strike wins. We line up in stokes of human flock. The last ones are left in their skins, Finally we march in our victory, How can we win? How can we win? Our foe is gigantic Our life on a thread so thin, But deep within we're just as barbaric Not until the end, when the final arrow meets We will wield these blades of Gloria We will paint a picture of elites, This is our new era, We were born for the skies, With these Wings of Freedom.

The character in the artwork reminds me of Jeanne d'Arc from Rage of Bahamut:Genesis

good

On a large open plain, two armies clashed Battle cries and screams of pain echoed across the vast grasslands, now trampled into dust Blood and bodies littered the ground, staining everything crimson In the centre of this fray, a bolt of lighting shot towards the sky, drawing the attention of all Plated heads turned in the direction of this summons and the fighting ceased A circle formed, with two figures standing inside One, clad in black robes and wielding a metal staff with a grotesque skull adorned upon its tip, grinned in savage glee The other, wearing armour suited to her petite stature, held a bloody longsword aloft and glared ferociously at her enemy "So... mutt, you truly believe you have the strength to challenge me?" the warlock demanded, eye alight with an insane bloodlust "Lucien! I'm putting an end to your unholy rampage against the people of this land." the woman said with conviction. "Unholy?!" he echoed. He then began to laugh mockingly. "You claim that I am unholy? How ironic coming from a mixed breed mutt like yourself! Your very existence is a taboo upon this world and you dare to call ME unholy?" Power began to emanate from the warlock and the warrior gritted her teeth in preparation for a defense. Lucien's body began to shake as a change overcame him. Hair sprouted from his skin as his body grew and shifted. Soon, what was once a man was replaced with a lycanthrope. With his transformation complete, he raised his staff and howled. The soldiers behind him raised their weapons and howled in unison, betraying their roots along with their leader's. So this was the power of a lycanthrope noble. The ability to transform when desired, not just during a full moon. These thoughts flew through her mind as she decided upon her next move. Chanting a spell under his breath, the warlock launched a ball of fire towards her. She lunged forward, quicker than the eye could perceive as she dodged the attack, and slashed in retaliation. The sound of steel against steel rang out as Lucien blocked the attack, his superhuman strength allowing him to easily fight back. The two stared into each others eyes with hate as they struggled for superiority. "Come, Iristen of Noleria." he snarled poisonously "Reveal your true nature to the men under your command. Show them the anathema that lies within that deceptive body of yours." Lucien goaded as his eyes betrayed the hunger he felt. The two armies stood still, watching in a trance as their commanders fought head to head. A surge of strength from his form took Iristen by surprise and he forced the sword aside, striking her across the head and sending the woman flying. The lycan howled in glee as he turned his staff towards the soldiers standing in shock before him. "Maybe if I kill a few score of your men you'll do as you're told." he said with a grin as a ball of energy began to form at the head of the staff. Before the soldiers could react, the arc of electricity raced towards them. His eyes widened in surprise as the attack met resistance. The light dissipated and Iristen was revealed once more. Her long flowing hair, once the colour of gold, now glowed bright red. Her eyes too, were red as she gazed at the warlock. "Your fight is with me, Lucien! Not my men! You will not harm them!" she yelled. The blade she gripped was wreathed in blue flame, which danced and jumped in anticipation. "This power! The power only wielded by the demons of the underworld. Finally, we see you for who you are, taboo half-demon!" Lucien bared his fangs as he began another incantation. Seeing her only opportunity, Iristen dashed forward once more and struck. Spell and sword clashed as energy lashed out and the ground cracked under the pressure. Soldiers on both sides increased their distance from the duel, widening the circle of battle. Both fighters grit their teeth and put all of their strength behind their attacks. Iristen's arms began to weaken under the strain of the continued assault. "You can't win, half-breed! I'll ground your bones into dust and rip that demon heart out of your chest before feasting on it in front of your fading gaze!" Lucien gloated in triumph. Realizing her options were dwindling, she put all of her power behind one final attack. Deflecting the energy towards the ground, the earth exploded at her feet. Dust flew everywhere and Lucien laughed, believing himself to be victorious. Suddenly, a shadow appeared from above the cloud of dirt and descended upon him. The warlock looked up in shock and uttered a horrified "What!?" Iristen swung her longsword, shattering the skull atop the staff and cutting through the lycan's sinewy neck. Lucien collapsed and his body was set alight. His head bounced a few feet before rolling to a stop. The half-devil woman knelt down as weariness overtook her, digging the longsword into the dirt to support herself. With their leader dead, the lycan army began to retreat with Iristen's troops hot on their heels. She felt someone brush her now-blonde hair aside and she looked up to find a soldier holding his hand out to her, a smile on his face. Iristen smiled back and took his offered hand, lifting her back to her feet. "Nice job, Commander." he said, supporting her with his arm. "Thanks, Armen. That fool seemed hell-bent on making me show my true form." "Guess so. it's a good thing we already know who ya are." he replied, grinning from ear-to-ear.

With a few modifications, this could have been used as a Bloodborne soundtrack.

wow

The chanting that starts at 0:55 and even more so at 1:07 sounds VERY familiar.. I can't put my finger on from where, but it just sounds too familiar, and I don't think it's from this song..

j'aime

What language is this I always wanted to know or more exactly what kind of music is this

It kinda reminds me of Europa - Globus no?

Two men, staring at the last cheeseburger, in this great cavern called McDonald's, rush forth with blades gleaming sharp, for the last meal tonight. Brought to you by Fox News.

the Warriors in the Background have Ebony Armor.

"All who wish to challenge me his day shall taste my steel and kneel at the throne of death himself. Now, step forward if yo wish to die!"

"The Crusader would say your abilities are forbidden because to him, it is evil, and should be rejected. The Cultist would say they are forbidden because they are powerful, and should be embraced wholeheartedly." She remembered the words of her old guard, rough and grizzled as his scarred face, as the enemy surrounded her. She supposed it was fitting that the memories of his voice were clearest at times like these: aggravating as he could be, her old guard never failed her when things got rough, even now. "I don't trust either of them, but it's not my choice to make, lass. But I will say this..." She still felt the warmth, deep in her chest. the ache in her fist. Her blade was growing heavy. It growled and snarled in the back of her mind. There was no escape, and her friends would not make through in time. "Power always has a price. That's the certain truth of a Taboo: No matter the nature, no matter the cause, a price must be paid." But she could. They didn't know it, but she could do this. If she did, they would never see her the same way again. If she didn't... "If nothing else, be wary of what that price might be." She made her choice. Her heart blazed, and for a moment, the beast's roar became her own.

A shame the domain has been abandoned now, it's ripe for purchase.

*put poetry here*

Is that a version of jauneofarc?

all is calm with out the dark which now lays trapped in side this box but the greatest taboo you could ever do is look in side. for this u ask why why not gander at a box that is slandered? for the evil within consumes all within what it'll do is kill and consume.

Could anyone tell me if the hairstyle the girl has has a specific name?

this is also Luke and Leia's cover for the newest star wars, ill let you figure out why...

breake down olmoust olways

the lyrics are rebuking evil spirit s of taboo. its confirming sexual taboo is or are demons

IF ANYONE HAS FIGURED IT OUT THE BESERK THEME IS INSPIRED BY THIS (My Brother)

Am I the only one who thinks she looks like Agrias from Final Fantasy Tactics??

do you wana hack my heart .corect

За спиной армия эбонитовых воинов?

wattpad.com/MrPaush ------------------------- I hold my fate with a cold grasp, in muttered breaths you all gasp. Is it not Taboo to fight this way, gazed upon in the light of day. Yet as I march through this abyss, You all seem mesmerized in bliss. Tell me now as your cries echo, your relief as my blades bellow.

Asuna

Saber from Fate/Stay Night?

To be completely honest, this kind of theme has started to get really stale and repetitive.