Here is the sheet music! sellfy.com/p/GmB9/

@nickself9858

3 жыл бұрын

Lucas king your an inspiration to me and i hope to meet you someday

@cougar9610

3 жыл бұрын

It says the product doesn't exist

Wrath: an emotion felt by all. When a king faces wrath, his neighbors quiver. When a simple man faces wrath, his family quivers. When a generation is fueled by wrath, the world shall quiver. However, they all fear the wrong men. What they should fear, is the man who commits atrocities without an ounce of wrath...

Your music is the pinnacle of the saying "Embrace the darkness".

@ierondarklord6024

6 жыл бұрын

Kingdom Hearts?

@imabouttosplooge9458

6 жыл бұрын

Ieron Darklord more like Dark Souls 3

@biscuitdoggo9205

3 жыл бұрын

Embrace it!!!!

Hey Lucas! You've got three of the seven deadly sins down! Now just complete Pride, Gluttony, Sloth, and Lust and the set'll be complete!

@divinefaction9591

5 жыл бұрын

i love that game :))

@aibha1525

5 жыл бұрын

I was literally just thinking that

@reeznevhater

5 жыл бұрын

@@divinefaction9591 What game

@cheekibreeki3688

4 жыл бұрын

yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees

I’m the type to sit back and watch things happen . Keep a smile on . And when the enemy lowers their guard thinking everything’s good that’s when I strike no warning no threats just pure annihilation from bottled up anger

Wrath, the most dangerous of the seven. It’s an interesting emotion, to say the least. It’s cruel, destructive, and sadistic. All wrath depends on is the person it chooses to possess. Some people embrace wrath, letting it control their actions as they delve deeper into the hole of insanity that the sin had dug for them. Others will allow wrath to control them for a short amount of time, and instantly regret their actions when it leaves them to look at the mess they made. And then, there are those who will bottle wrath up. Be cautious of these ones. They will keep bottling wrath up and the bottle just gets fuller… and fuller… and fuller… until… the bottle shatters. They have filled their bottle all the way up, and now some sorry fool has decided to take that bottle, and smash it against the wall. The person will snap, finally allowing wrath to take a new form. Wrath is no longer just an emotion now, oh no. Wrath is now the person who has held it all in for those countless years of. It’s truly torture, you know, being shoved away into the darkest depths of the mind. Always so close to freedom, but the glass is still in between you, and the world you were meant to destroy. Now look what you’ve done. You’re laying on the ground, blood seeping from the slash marks littering your torso. Did you really think that angering Wrath would have no consequences?

@KrazyKolaMan

5 жыл бұрын

This is a very beautiful comment

@Sassaparilla

5 жыл бұрын

But isn't pride the most dangerous? An ego is usually what causes wrath to strike. Pride is a catalyst to one's own annihilation...

@kaneng3780

5 жыл бұрын

ScourgeLord Studios the thing is that every one has a breaking point you push them to the edge,they will retaliate,especially after all those time of staying calm and be peaceful. I assure you,I saw alot of people,kind-hearted people who don’t really want a fight only to be push to the breaking point. Oh those people can turn into a literally Demon of Wrath,as if they are the emotion of Wrath itself and with a strong emotion like that,who knows what kind of hell will break loose.

@Sassaparilla

5 жыл бұрын

@@kaneng3780 but who pushes them to that point of exploding? In my experience, it's usually some egotistical prick that thinks they're better than you. Yes, Wrath can harm others and yourself, but you can at least wind down from it sometimes. Pride is a different subject entirely. Pride is a matter of one's psychology, and can not be change without drastic events.

@kaneng3780

5 жыл бұрын

ScourgeLord Studios It’s like one big Cycle of Violence or sth like that.It has the Causes and resulted in the Effects,painful Effects,correct?

Lucas are you ok? You have been mastering on super dark music.

@enchantinosis

6 жыл бұрын

Michael Ortega I know, right? I think someone needs a hug.

@shadowstarofdyingsuns8687

6 жыл бұрын

Na hes just embracing the dark side

@uncannydeduction

6 жыл бұрын

Simplistic concepts like happiness probably doesn't apply to Lucas state of being.

@MichaelOrtega

6 жыл бұрын

LogicalDeduction that’s what I tell my fans. I love sad/dark music. But when I make them, I get mixed emotions. I don’t like happy jolly music. It’s very “fantasy” like.

@thetempest0

5 жыл бұрын

Stereotypical people think that dark music is for depressed people which is not true at all. (At least for me)

Fury is a mindless rage, in which any thoughts of preventing collateral damage is non existent, one enters in pursuit of vengeance. Wrath is the all consuming fire of hate one feels during a crusade of violence in the name of retribution.

Try doing a piece about *Sciamachy.* It is the feeling of battling with your shadow/imaginary enemies.

I hear bits and pieces of "Hate" sprinkled throughout this piece. I like your use of leitmotif Mr King.

Wrath was the name they gave him. Countless battles, wars that brought the world close to destruction, the bodies that would have filled hell itself lie behind his steps. Many try to stop him chanting and praying that would be able to defeat him but as always they fell to his sword. "Why" he says "why was i the one cursed with this power?" He fought for so many under many different flags but now he wonders alone. Cursed to roam the earth to kill all who come across his path. Dropping to his knees after his latest battle yelling to the stars for whatever god or deity to strike him down and end his suffering.

@e.m.hcarnicero1321

6 жыл бұрын

shadow star of dying suns You... My comrade... Deserve an Oscar

@Food_Junkie

6 жыл бұрын

👏👏👏

@Arkki11

6 жыл бұрын

I'm not expecting anyone to get this but let me just say: Emperor's Wrath

@Food_Junkie

6 жыл бұрын

Cubazcubar then tell us!

@Midnight6578

6 жыл бұрын

Looks a bit like the Doom Slayer story

I love how people create stories to accompany this music. Please continue.

Many fell to his sword. Few nearly made it out. Even fewer still made it out alive. They say destruction and pain follow his every step and all kneel before him in fear of his wrath.

He wanted the world to burn before him, he wanted everything to pay and look at the monster they created. His pain did not sink or sag, tears had not fallen, for his pain only burned, burned with desire and passion for destruction and death, but he could not see the hell he was creating nor could he see the chains and cage that had slowly developed him. He was too distracted by his fury and rage toward the world that had betrayed him. No, he couldn't see the bars till it was too late. It had all backfired on him and the thing he hated most had tricked him once again, be careful or you might end up as the next victim to a disease that consumes all.

@shadowfuture1378

2 жыл бұрын

Funny because I want humanity to burn crazy right

This sounds so peaceful yet so violent

The middle part 1:40 onwards is stunningly beautiful. Right on the threshold of insanity.

To smile a cruel smile whilst listening to this song, is what insanity feels like. As hell breaks loose all around you, to smile is saying, "I'm insane," without even breathing a word.

So I've just found the theme song for the antagonist of the fantasy novel I'm writing. This is awesome!

@netomoreira3525

6 жыл бұрын

Ow shoot! I heard it too late! Heheh!

@spookykitten2702

5 жыл бұрын

Beat me to it lol

@thelastronin1425

2 жыл бұрын

Hey if possible could you send me a rough draft to read been looking for something after finishing the metro series

Greatest composer of the century 😭😭

@pitzapitza166

6 жыл бұрын

You are God damn right

@somnia268

6 жыл бұрын

ikr

Amazing! I can't believe how you compose all of that by yourself.

This is my favorite piece you've done. It really hits home when I'm feeling the most spiteful. Because as angry as I am, I can always sense the overwhelming sadness behind my anger.

It´s not that wrath wants to hurt. It´s that it does even if it´s the last thing it would like to do, that makes it such a terrifying, deep concept. A state of mind, where it destroys all, including itself, out of the sheer overload of anger - the emotion, that seeks destruction. It is the manifestation of a lack of control one has over something they´d think to have control over the most - themselves. A priest sinning, a doctor killing, a firefighter burning and a protector destroying. It is the sheer and utter manifestation of wrath - destruction, even against its own nature.

If you remove r and t you have WAH

@bennygohome4576

5 жыл бұрын

WAHLUIGI NUMBAH WAN

@chigimo9222

5 жыл бұрын

if you remove the r, t, a, h, w, and replace put in the letters b, o, o, b, you have boob.

@evantelles3635

5 жыл бұрын

lol

@sirnesbit1285

5 жыл бұрын

So what you’re saying is that this song is Waluigi’s theme when betrayed by Sakurai? *THIS JUST BECAME A THOUSAND TIMES MORE EPIC.*

@prometheusvenom7189

4 жыл бұрын

Nolfavrell Huh good god y’all what is it good for?

"I am the Emperor's Wrath, his wrath incarnate, my word is law, and you will obey unto death"

I really love your dark piano music. No matter whether when I'm depressed or when I'm not, it's brilliant! Much support from germany

Beautiful, you did it again. I'm never dissapointed when you upload, and as always you pick very aesthetically pleasing art that fits very well with the music

**Wrath** The ground was dusted As body's layed out and weapons were laying in the dusted cold damp floor **Slowly walks across a deserted land, were once stood a kingdom now shredded by the evil over Lord himself** As the wind brings a breeze across the deserted land I slowly walk up to a sword once owned by the king **Falling to my knees and crying, from the distance there was a dragon flying over the kingdom** I look and seek deep into my soul I seek revenge... For the kings death I shall obey For the kings death I shall make a promise **Thanks for reading**

@purpledragon2678

6 жыл бұрын

Galaxy Alien Potato Loved it!

I feel like from 02:25 onwards is where this piece starts to actually sound more like something that could express wrath.

Wonderful work, Mr. King. In my eyes, you are ever the Empire's Wrath.

the warrior was fierce. he was able to kill any enemy with the swish of a sword. his friends followed his every command and before he knew it he had an army ready to kill anyone in their way. they looked up to him for protection and they hoped to be as strong as him someday. the powerful young man loved his followers and he vowed to protect them with his dying breath. but as each battle came and went, the warrior’s heart hardened more and more. his soul was being chipped away by the hate for his enemies and by the time he noticed what was happening, it was too late. he was already too consumed by wrath. war was waged upon them by a much larger and stronger army and the warrior ordered his men to prepare to battle. they begged him, for they knew they would all perish. their leader, too consumed by hatred would not listen. he was determined to destroy his biggest enemy at all cost. even if the cost was the ones he held closest. even though fear of death loomed on the army, they went forth into battle because it was what was ordered of them. they knew they would die. but they would die for him. the battle raged on and there was no hope. fear struck the mighty warrior’s heart as he saw his brothers getting slain from left to right. he screamed out, begging for mercy from the hands of his enemy. he did not want his life to be spared, but his followers’. “please,” he cried out. “do not harm any more of them. do not let them die by my own wrath!” but it was too late. his closest and most cherished friend fell to the ground, a sword piercing his heart. he looked his friend in the eye, letting a tear fall before going limp. everyone was gone. the warrior looked back to see the enemy was gone. he was alone. no matter how far he ran or how many times he tried to die, he could not escape the images of his loved ones dying for him. he was cursed to forever be reminded of his senseless wrath.

I am always angry. Always. But I just never show it... I am the little one in the background, waiting for my turn, staring at others with a fake smile on the face, laughing not to dispoint my friends. How long is it going to last? Maybe until I find love... or I die. I am this knight, desperate, angry and tired of this too long fight. I am just saying good bye.

@mikedanielespeja6128

4 жыл бұрын

Man I relate to this. Exxcept, I'm no knight in shining armor... i'm the beast who isolated myself to keep others safe.

@biscuitdoggo9205

3 жыл бұрын

This comment screams quiet kid

This is my favorite piano piece that you made.

I requested this a little while ago, Amazing as always Lucas. Keep up the great work!

May hatred engulf us, let us sing out hymn of Death. As Wrath and Strife pervade the world, the curse of humanity brought to an abrupt end. As the valleys and hollows become desecrated by blood and sin, what makes it so? Is it the jealousy of one another? Or is it the avarice and gluttony that permeates the world? "Do with it what you will, your fate lies in your hands now. But how will you lead and unknown path Puppet? How can the Puppet fathom the role of the Puppeteer if there is no one to fulfill it? How absurd..."

Another of your brilliant compositions. :)

and now every time I get angry I'll listen to it

Beautiful song!

Cada composição sua vem carregada de emoções que invadem o meu ser. Com certeza, sou fã de suas obras. Parabéns e sucesso.

Simplesmente incrível!! Parabéns

Hi Lucas. Literally found your channel minutes ago and I love it!

BATTLE OF THE HEROES PLEASE

The hatred and anger that resonated off of him was thick and heavy. The look upon his face was bland and freezing cold. His hand clenched the bloody and sweat soaked sword. With the slightest squint of his eye he raised the sword and cut down every last man and women in his direct line of sight. Even kids were victim to his never ending reign of bloodthirst. This was the true and most rawest form of wrath I’ve ever laid eyes upon. Some say he died from exhaustion,but I think to this day he is still out there. Collecting heads and letting blood fly.

Belle découverte. Merci beaucoup ❤️

Wow so beautiful sad and DARK 💓

Love your piano dudeee.....

The battle was over, but the war wasn't. Bodies of warriors littered the ground and weapons erected from the ground like headstones of graves marked by blood rather than words. Willow walked passed her fallen warriors, she hadn't been fortunate to help, and fell to her knees stabbing her sword into the upturned dirt, uprooted by thousands of horse hooves that were now dead. Willow bowed her head against the handle of her handle and wept. She was among the harvest of Khyrynthes' wrath.

I asked and I received :) looks like I've almost forgot about this side of Wrath; an intense but desperate anger grows and grows inside you. This usual but unaware empathy in your music ^^ it made me tear up a bit this time thank you for your music Lucas King

One second, you're calmer than the rustling leaf. The next, you're harsher than a raging forest fire.

True art🖤

Great song, I love it!

Ugh so beautiful...

THE BEST THING I'VE EVER LISTENED TO

This is so bach, I love it!

you are the best, beautiful song

The moon was blood-red. Black, curving trees, twisted branches sharp as needles beyond the sky, snagged and clawed like desperate spirits. Though it was night, no stars shone above, only a horrible magenta welt of a moon. Scorched and patched was the ground underneath Mr. Greed’s trembling feet; the air, when he breathed in, clawed at his throat like it was cluttered with shards of acidic glass. Mr. Greed opened his eyes, and immediately became stung by the pure heat and pain infused, melded into the air. He coughed, trying to inhale, something other than acid glass, but failed miserable. Clutching his bare chest, he staggered through the abhorrent world; his feet stung and smarted on contact with the ground, which was coated in shards of broken glasses. Suddenly, whispers began to dawn on him. The most abhorrent little ones, deranged, high-pitched, slightly insane; delighted at the fact of welcoming a new evil victim. They grew in tone, more mocking and awfully full of strangely happy glee. Mr. Greed whimpered and stepped back, his mind flitting to where Mr. Green had said, when Hell freezes over. All of a sudden, he felt his feet on a softer, yet more tickly floor, and he looked down. Than he muffled a scream. Hands, cold, tiny, burned hands, lay stretched out, all fingers masked with blood that ran down their little palms. Mr. Greed took a horrified step back, whispers now flooding into his mind like a black plague. All his emotions where replaced by horrible, terrible fear, and the air became suddenly empty. No wind tugged at his hair, no hot current blew at his spine. He looked in front of him, to the sides. And he looked back. Behind him, there was a creature. A demon. A demon with charred, black and fleshy pink skin stretched like rubber over its bony, cracked skull. A demon with a horrible, writhing stomach underneath it’s chest, which exposed prominently ribs and the blue-and-reddish purple veins that crosshatched over them. Its mouth was open in a hopeless, anguished cry, a groan, a moan, an ethereal, unearthly sound that made the hair on the back of Mr. Greed’s neck tingle. Teeth clenched in hatred, nerveless fingers twitching. It’s eyes where unlike anything he’d ever seen-not quite empty, yet not quite full-like all the life, all the feelings, all the love they’d stored behind them had simply drained away, replaced by aimless bulbs that swiveled and quivered within their angry black sockets. Mr. Greed let loose a strangled yelp of fear and turned on his heel. He began to run, as fast as his legs would carry him. He began to lag, his tongue lolling helplessly out of his mouth, until his chest pained and he was doubled over, hands on his knobby knees. But when he turned around, right there, the same distance from him, was the demon. And he was smiling. A hideous grin, spreading literally from ear to ear, snaked across his entire face like an upside-down red moon, plastered with red and flakes of dried blood.It’s tongue and teeth where twisted and rotted, hanging dead out the side of it’s grinning mouth. It was enough to make Mr. Greed screech in horror when it jumped forwards and sank it’s scratchy, spidery claws into his wrist. BLOOD MOON TYCOON BE A PARKOUR NINJA RESTURAUNT SIMULATOR Mr. Greed stumbled back, rotating his head wildly. Suddenly there where hundreds of demons, all clawing towards him quicker than a flash, yet when he blinked they disappeared. When he blinked once more, they had circled him and the first abomination, whispers poisoning the air as they twitched as spasms chased their bodies like a dead hound. They where all mottled, mangled, oddly deformed in one or another way; they had legs ripped away, replaced by infected, bleeding stubs; they had arms missing, scrappily sewn together with fishing thread; entire head where cracked, as if they’d been hit with a baseball bat, and some had stab wounds, in their chests, they backs, they stomachs, that Mr. Green preferred not to think about. Some lunged forward, attempting to claw him somewhere, but Mr. Greed jumped back, barely escaping the talons that tried to rake him into their greedy depths. Suddenly, the whispers began to consume Mr., Greed. It started with a nudge at his mind, and they broke through his mental barriers, twisting and breaking everything inside his mind, his soul, reaching for something to catch and hold on to. A sick, malevolent feeling consumed Mr. Greed, worse than ever, a feeling that wracked his body pale and shaky, one that beaded sweat to his forehead as he shielded his face. Suddenly, a cold feeling seeped into his muscles, a cold feeling like ice was beginning to consume his heart. Oh, He’s going to hell! He’s a bad one, he is. Ohh, don’t worry, you’ll get to torture him! Put his blood under the rug! Ha! Under the rug! Demonic laughter, full of vicious glee, ensued the whispers. You got him good! Maybe we can drink his blood when he comes! Mr. greed gulped and looked down at his neck. Blood seeped from a hole at the nape of his throat. Clawing at his throat, he screamed at one of the demons snatched a barbed rope, snagged with lightning, and thrust it deep into his exposed chest.

Love this......

The great prince of hell. Wrath, sometimes known as the one who was casted out by his own people, the one who never knew true love or beauty. He battled his way through to know how his people never cared except one. A young girl, with eyes of green. Hair red as a burning fire. She moved closer to him as he walked alone. Followed him to make sure he was okay and safe, people stayed clear of her as they did him. Ashes fell from the sky, he looked behind him as he heard branches cracking behind him. He seen her, eyes growing big of amazement. Did he finally have someone who cared? To love..? She looked at him moving closer. As he held her waist. And looks her in the eye each closing them. He leans in and they kiss.

Wrath will surely hurt others, but the person that will suffer the most from it yourself.

Awesome - as always :)

Gosh this sounds so much like the pain of war and battlefield .

Awesome....

*Great!* 😍😍😍

i love this

Comme la première lumière du crépuscule, cette musique ouvre les yeux à de vieilles promesses et à toutes les anomalies bienfaisantes de la nature. Evocatrices de pouvoirs au-delà de l'observation, ces pièces tirent les ficelles du cœur, attirent les nostalgies et réveillent les tourbillons, les vies écorchés et la torpeur des veilleurs tourmentés 🌺

No Lucas is just embracing the dark side for cookies

com certeza inspirador.

ALWAYS AWESOME!👍👊👌👨👑😉

I love your music... So deep.. :)

ADMIRABLE 😃😃🎹🎶👑👏👏👏

"Became vengeance David, become wrath..."

perfect

It was time. The whole world finally agreed on this one thing. That a being with no name other than a nickname, "Fallen," was too dangerous to exist free. It would take a ton of preparation to win this war of one versus many. And much preparation it took. The time went up to months of gathering and training for a single battle. By the time that it took to prepare, "Fallen" had finally risen from her fallen state. She finally became a force of good rather than evil.... But the world did not care. "She will fall again," they thought. "It's all a facade," they thought. "We can't afford to be back stabbed again," they thought. They were wrong. They caused an unnecessary war. "Fallen" stood before the massive army, fear struck in her eyes. She tried to reason with the leader that stood before her, but he did not care. She tried to do anything to avoid either consequence... But it didn't work. She felt a cold, empty wind blow at her side. The cold emptiness washed over her. Narrowing her eyes, her only choice now was to fight. She felt her pent-up hate wash over her like a tidal wave. It took days. Days of constant fighting. "Fallen" never experienced a hint of exhaustion. Thousands of useless slashes of blades were brought down upon her. Thousands of useless arrows from the archers' bows were fired upon her. She did not react to anything, She did not fall, She kept fighting. Only half-way through the army, she was getting restless. Her original weapon, a minute hand the size of spear, was just torn out of her hands from one soldier. Another soldier behind her kicked her down to her knees. Her hate grew stronger. The world thought this being was indestructible, even though she wasn't, so they had no choice but to take her alive. Victory to the world at last. Heh. So they thought. "Fallen" spent thousands of years trapped in a cell six feet underground. Every few years they increased the security measures. Every hour she spent in that prison caused her hate to grow stronger. One day, her hate had grown to an unmeasurable extent. "Fallen" looked at her wrists chained to the wall. She laughed. It was time for the world to feel what hate truly feels like. It was time to unleash "Fallen's" W R A T H .

Two seconds in. I love that intro.

*magnifique*

3:03 sounds so nice. Like, wow

Ooohhh yeaahh new video

ive never had such an emotion towards an instrumental before. i cannot listen to this and do something else, i get carried away...

Can I use some of this music in a movie I'm making? I'll definitely credit you please. I'll use other songs other than this one as well

@GuillermoANG

5 жыл бұрын

@Cookie Donut Kyun how exactly?

May God have mercy upon His people. This song only makes me think of how we continually reject Him.

Wow ❤️

It's a calm, grumpy kind of wrath.

Loven it

I'm Wrath when i see this world... this music is perfect...

When They take everything from you, you take everything from Them

I am generally a black and white person. I've spent my life studying the sciences and have forgotten what emotions feel like. I haven't loved anybody in a long time. Listening to this, makes me want to read poetry and cry for God knows what.

Nice

The song of wrath is all about pain. But people will confuse whose pain it is. Whether it be the mental or physical Whether it be the pain of the 'victim' on the receiving end or the person who is possessed by it. The possessed person is tired of putting up And the 'victim' is the one that pushed the possessed to far. Wrath is not the same as envy, Who purposely causes harm to take what they want. Wrath is not the same as greed, who find joy in taking more than needed. Wrath is not like sloth, who have the luxury of having someone else do the work Wrath is different from pride, who cares for no one but themselves. Wrath is not like gluttony, whose only care reside in food. Wrath can never be like lust, whose only deeds are done privately. No, Wrath is not like the others sins. Wrath is only angry. Angry at the world for causing it pain.

Could you do one of either *panic* or *hoplessness*

I think this song is still aptly named. I came expecting music denoting violence and rage, but what I got was "what have I done?". I got aftermath, instead of act

Lucas is the next Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

@nightowl8477

6 жыл бұрын

Speaking of, would you ever do a Harry Potter cover? Lupin's theme would be kinda tragic.

l use your music periodic for my friend anxiety.

I need help! I have to know which programs can i use to share my composition on youtube...i ve already have sintesya and obs studio to recorder the screen of the pc but obs studio doesn t work on my pc. Any suggestions?

@LucasKingPiano

6 жыл бұрын

I use quicktime, just press screen record, and save it as a .mov file then just drag it into youtube.

I don't see it. To me, wrath is far too intense for this sort of piece. Wrath is fire poured directly into your veins and will residing directly in your muscles, and it's cacophonous like the collected roaring of every tongue of fire being funneled directly into your ears until you can't feel any other emotion; it's that feeling you get when you tense your body and clench your fists as tightly as can because it's all you can do to burn off the excess energy and stop your limbs from reaching forward on their own and greedily beating and ripping the life from an all too fragile pile of flesh...however much they might deserve it. This is dark and...resolute? Like someone that can't stop brooding over something. This could have been "Hate", but I think I like your other one better because it showcases the bitter reflection on the past inherent in that. This has none of that longing that was there in the high notes of "Pain"...it's like you took a person and wore away their psyche until there was nothing but every fragment of emotion related to malevolence. It sounds like it's trying to expand at several points, but it always keeps getting drawn back in because there's no further to go: any further and they'd leave that core of malevolence. I don't know about "Wrath", but this could be a "Curse". Still interesting though, and thank you for composing.

@mikedanielespeja6128

4 жыл бұрын

Wrath is not just an all consuming, raging flame, it is also the slow drowning lava that created it.

@biscuitdoggo9205

3 жыл бұрын

@Let’s Switch It Up and my rival was the victim of my raging fire inside

Uma arte ;-;

Your best.

Wrath, I feel it, it runs deep in my veins and I cant stand it, Wrath, I shape it, it takes a lot to unleash it...

What ice age baby hears after he eventually has had enough of the hate

This song gets a whole new meaning at speed 2.

:o my heart..

just put the speed faster. Is a master piece!