Carol of The Bells - EPIC VERSION (by Samuel Kim) | Epic Christmas Music

1 HOUR VERSION ► https://youtu.be/lanxExkhInc Have an EPIC and MIGHTY CHRISTMAS!!!

"B-b-but I thought naughty children just get coal..." "Times change."

"Santa! The children, they're in danger!" "I took an oath, an oath to protect the children. Don your armor, sharpen the canes, man the sleigh. Tonight the slow bells shall toll."

>you stay up late to see Santa come to your home. >you see a health bar pop up. >this music starts playing. >the health bar fills up five times. >a deep sounding and echoing "ho ho ho" resounds in the sky.

This song i think is an Anthem to all the people who work in retail during the holidays. All the warehouse employees, retail employees, truckers, stockers and just anyone in retail. This is how it feels getting ready for Christmas in July, preparing everything for the month of December and then we go for it. Having to deal with all the insanity, mayhem and hate. Retail workers are what make christmas magical. And we hate it.

Krampus: "I will ruin Christmas this year!" Santa Claus:

Elf: Sir, it's Krampus...He's invading! Santa: Get me my Axe, it's time to settle this!

I love how these epic Christmas songs turn everyone into authors

Remember lads, Die Hard is a Christmas movie.

I was there, I was there when Krampus was Defeated. My name isn’t important, I was just one Elf among many, fighting in the North-Pole defenses trenches on December 24th, 1914. My comrades and I had received word that the enemy would soon breach our defenses and so, within only a few hours of receiving the order, they did. I was part of the Pole-Republic Fighters, Northern Infantry 123rd, known as the Merry Gentlemen fighters. We were held within our snow entrenches, the sound of the Krampusnacht Imperial force’s guns, ringing overhead. We were trapped; outgunned, out man, and out of time. We held the line, my elves and I, we held it with every bullet and grenade we could muster. I remember seeing the foes, marching on our position; The demon army of Krampus, with their dark, red eyes, and hooded wargear, continued to press on toward us. I remember standing there as my buddy, Alf, took a stray snowball to the eye, poor guy had his milk and cookies splattered all over me. Then, Ralf, had his entire chest cavity opened, by a well-placed sniper round. Dear Toy Makers, I can still smell the scent of his insides, all over me, as I held him there as he died. Our sergeant, brave man as he was, was out in the middle of no-elf’s land, armed with nothing more than a Candy-Cane rifle, with a shattered bayonet, fighting the devil himself; His supreme, Imperial Warlord, Emperor Krampus. The great enemy wielded a great, obsidian Greatsword, which he used to cut down my fellow infantry elves. like a Christmas tree on New Year's eve. I went to grab my rifle, locking in a fresh clip of Cinnamon flavoring, and lept from my trench. The sound of the dead, dying, and fighting, ringed throughout my pointed ears, as milky white tears filled my eyes. I ran and ran, watching as the two combatants fought before me. It was a few feet later that I raised my Candy-Cane Rifle, taking aim at the devil made Christmasy-flesh himself, only to hear the shattering sound of my leg, pierce with a harden-snowball, snapping and splitting my leg in two, like it was a gingerbread leg, causing me to fall upon the cold, blood-stained, snow. I slowly looked up, watching as Emperor-Krampus took the head of my friend and leader, Sergeant Cookie, displaying it for his men to see. He then tossed it before me, with a wicked grin that showed his sharpened, yellow teeth, and slowly walked before me, on his dear like legs red as fire. He held his sword, freshly stained with the blood of my friend, in his hands, as he hissed and mocked me with that forked tongue, raising the weapon high in the air. I then closed my eyes, having resigned myself to this fate and to my sins, knowing all was lost...Then, I heard it, the sound of hoofbeats, on a winter’s snow. I opened my eyes, blinking away the tears that filled it, only to look and see the face of Krampus and his demons, drenched in the bright, red burning light, that illuminated the battlefield, a look of terror that filled the demonic emperor to his blackened core. I then turned, not sure if I was dreaming, or if this was still real, but at that moment, I saw the face of my savior, with an army of winged angels at his back. He was a tall man, built like a Warrior of ancient Scandinavia, dressed in a helm of Iron, topped with a red hat, and a leather, X crossed chest strap, that held his flowing coat of red, like a great cape. He rode on the back of a mighty Reindeer, whose nose burned bright with the red, glowing rage he felt toward those that would bring such sin and corruption to land. His rider wielded a mighty, double-bladed Axe, etched with the dents and notches of enemy weapons throughout its candy-canned colored shaft and hilt. This was not the gift giver, the milk and cooky eater, this was the Santa Clause nobody ever saw, for fear of his wrath on Christmas day; This was Saint Nicholas Clause, The Santa Of War, and he had come to settle the score

So this is the kind of Santa who delivers the presents to The Holy Emperor of Mankind.

Me at 11:59pm on Christmas Eve after being naughty all year: “why do I hear boss music?”

My girlfriend and I used to listen to this to have a good night sleep. Now without her, the music is not the same it bring back good memories we had in a painful way.

Everybody gangsta till Santa pulls out the candy cane guns

Him: "He's coming." Me: "Who...?" Him: "Santa Clause." "He's Coming to Town."

My man is made of pure CHRISMAS SPIRIT

He's here to spread Christmas Cheer...whether you like it or not.

I'm not a writer but l have seen enough ideas in here that I will try to write the epic Saga of saint Nicolas slayer of deamons, punisher of the wicked and king of the True North. I know it's been a long time but like I said I'm a 9 to 5 guy. Here's what I got. Martin woke early with the sound of alarm coming from his family's living room. His parents were talking with panicked quickness and only with a few weeks before Christmas. He rose from his bed upset by his parents quarreling but not so upset that nature didn't call first. When he greeted them and asked what was the matter they brushed him off and said it was grown up stuff. Martin pressed them and all they would tell him was the earth was in bad shape because of humanity. What his parents didn't know was the problem was far older than humanity itself and how could they? They only knew what the state sanctioned news would tell them. The governments of the world didn't understand the situation. The news only spoke of suffering and strife that exceed the norm for the past two years. But none of them knew that a battle was coming to it's zenith. The battle was as old as time itself between good and evil. Santa rose from his throne and addressed his best elvish generals. Krampus comes for us all now not just those children who have been naughty. His master has set him loose and he seeks dominion of this plane in the great evils name. Upset murmurs and hushed discussions were about the grand evergreen table. Santa stood all eight feet of him. His generals quieted the spirit of Christmas spoke with certainty that evil would not triumph in the plane of existence he was set to protect. His huge muscles bulging under his layers of jolly fat and uniform that betrayed his lethality. He spoke coldly colder than the north pole itself and said these naughty inbreeds have a world of hurt coming there way and we will deliver it upon them or my name ain't Nicholas. The spirit of Christmas stood tall and as firm as the great tannenbaum in town's square. His red suit covered in runes of protection that glowed the same color as the season of the never setting sun. He proclaimed you'll die krampus along with your master now that I finally have a chance to kill you bastards like Rambo. He asked his sweet wife Christeen to give him his key to his private workshop while stating there is work to be done and a world to be won. The wife of Christmas was fearful but understood her husband's will. I was just a lowly toy wrapper at the time bearing witness to all of this I didn't even understand the severity of the situation until misses Claus presented him with the Wrought Iron key. It would have taken three of my kin to hold such a thing let alone disengage the lock and bear witness to the actual power it shielded behind it. "Truly terrifying to behold" the things our lord worked on in his free time . Little did I know then that I would become a century's long veteran in the war of the 12 days of Christmas. Excerpt from the memoirs of kind face from snowberry. Sorry to give you guys even this much so much later but like I said I work with my hands not my mind so much. Sorry and be easy on me I'm a craftsman not a writer. Thank you and I love all of you people this is the most likes I've ever had. H.H edited 10/6/22

He doesn't come down the chimney. HE KICKS THE DOOR IN

i went to a magical cirque christmas at playhouse square last night in cleveland and they performed with this song and i just had to find it! they did awesome and this song just boosted the performance!!