@@ericspencer8093 Torre de Belém isn't a stereotypical gothic style nor is it a castle at all. It's a tower, actually, and is a Portuguese specific kind of late gothic, why it won't look "gothic" to you like you might find throughout Europe. The tower finished in the late 1500's was a fort and a prison first, but also a place by which ships were set to sail downriver and to the sea heading for the 'New World'.
After my neighbour died, we looked after his house until his family (who lived some distance away) could make arrangements. One night, I went in to draw the curtains and turn the lights off...and when that was done, I just stayed there in silence, listening. I lasted about ten minutes before I spooked myself out too much and had to rush for the light switch.
_beatyfull janet the true lords never fallen and he_she retrct of ambient dark for him meditation because the victory not ever obteining from fight but it is victory existence for lords from cleaver_smart obteining and meitation solitudine_singular in the away far away castle of the rock is good for life the this lords_ __archaicxn lord
I'd like to see a historical game set in West Europe, but not England. AC is too dramatic and very fictional. Something you could really see happening 1000 years ago. I would like to play... *Gothica*
I am a transcriptionist and I love typing with this in the background! The shriek at 31:50 scared me and had me giggling in my office chair; more wide awake than anyone else in the room! More reasons why I listen to Cryo Chamber on a daily basis. I listen to the LIVE while I'm studying. Thank you , thank you, THANK YOU!!
why tho, lmao, its the least gothic castle. Hell, its Manuelin in terms of construction and not really that spooky. They should have gone with the Mafra Convent, that place is straight up haunted tho.
Like yeah, with the editing they did to the background, it looks like a tower in a Castlevania castle but its like, if you're a native, you fucking know its basically a glorified museum by the seashore.
Kafkahead No shortage of haunted places in Portugal’s folklore, but Mafra’s convent has some pretty dark stories about the dungeons underneath, where the nuns are said to have left their illegitimate babies to death, in the past...
"While playing in a multitude of roleplaying settings, from Planescape, Ravenloft to Forgotten Realms and Dark Sun I always responded to the idea of fallen empires with excitement. There is something about the passage of time, and the exploration of the past that is fascinating. To uncover relics forgotten, to awaken slumbering gods, or loot golden coins with stamps in undecipherable languages. I created this mix with fallen empires in mind, join me in it's twists and turns and let the atmosphere coat your sensory organs for a little while, perhaps in your minds eye they will reveal themselves - Simon/Atrium Carceri" ▼Tracklist: 00:00 Ager Sonus - Well of Knowledge cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/tomb-of-druids 08:07 Metatron Omega - Eshaton cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/evangelikon 13:00 Ager Sonus - Beneath cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/mithra 20:52 Atrium Carceri - The Void cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/codex 25:26 Ager Sonus - Iniation cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/mithra 31:55 Dronny Darko - Geist cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/tomb-of-ordeals 36:52 Metatron Omega - Sanctum cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/sanctum 43:55 Enmarta - Temple of Abandon cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/the-hermit 51:23 Dead Melodies - Lonesome Halls of Ruin cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/the-foundations-of-ruin ► Subscribe: th-cam.com/users/cryochamberlabel
What are those RPG titles in reference to exactly? Video games or some kind of D&D type game? They sound awesome. Curious because i'm building an IP/artbook in what seems like a similar setting to the one you described here, and to what is represented by the music/thumbnail.
Gothic castles, fallen lords, old stories buried in dust and weathered tapestry, centuries of love and loss and power and blood soaked into the stones. IDK how you decided to create such a perfect ambient mix for me, but thank you.
Wow. The music suits the image and topic perfectly! If I close my eyes, that's what I sense: time that passed, hallways, old castle, old interior made out of stone, cold and spider webs 🕸🕷⏳🌑
Saving for later: 20:52 Speaking with the villain moments before the shit happens 31:28 Devi'ls Covil 33:35 Devi'ls Appearence 38:18 Inside The Church 41:41 Ethereal Lovecraftian Spacial view inside The Church 43:57 Lovely Ethereal Great One reveals itself and is benevolent to a character that just lost a loved one PS: I'm not a native English speaker
Darkness can be beautiful even in the most forgotten places. Castles that crumble down and Lords with power no more can be terrible...but still beautiful. And then we can all appreciate the light and shadows more and more. Thank you for such a wonderful dark music journey🙏🏻👤💗🔮🎶
That was easily my favourite location from the early game if not the game as a whole. The moody atmosphere, the sprawling layout with secrets, shortcuts, illusory walls and places to explore all over the place was so fascinating compared to the more linear areas. The track Lost Here by ProtoU always reminds me of Dark Souls II as well for some reason, but that may just be that I was really into the game around the time that album released.
the sound at 31:55 made me almost pee myself i was literally just vibing trying to write a lonely castle scene and all of a sudden vicar amelia is screaming three floors down
LOVE the 'Enmarta' at the 43:55 mark. It has wonderful echoes of the original Dark Shadows TV show I used to watch after school. The included subtle thunder only adds to the aura of Dark Shadows. Gave me the creeps way back then and this brings them back in 2021. Thanks for the terrific album. Nice work.
Tower of Belém in Portugal. The top windows are the eyes, the middle the snout, the bottom a mouth. IT'S A SURPRISED PIGGY! 🐷 Good luck trying to unsee it.
It's a very upset Sloth from the Goonies if you look at it with the two turrets along the bottom of the tower being eyes, and the arch in the middle as a mouth.
Ghosts in the mist above the castle. First an alien, next the man on all fours, then Marley creature...then the beasts, two, note the flaming eyes...last, of course the small, floating apparition above the walls and ramparts. Eerie....
Oh great, the _Torre_ _de_ _Belém_ fort in Lisbon, Portugal!!! Sitting on the right bank of the Tagus river, it gets surrounded by water during high tide. Fact is, this is one of Portugal's first military buildings to be built no longer as a Medieval castle, but in the modern spirit of the Italian forts. It's shaped to resemble the bow of a ship, and it was gunned as so, covering the river from vessels arriving from the Atlantic. Iconic Portuguese masterpice, in a unique architecture style called _Manuelino_ , in honor of King D. Manuel I, and celebrating Portugal's zenith as an overseas Empire.
Once, the Lord of Light banished Dark, and all that stemmed from humanity. And men assumed a fleeting form. These are the roots of our world. Men are props on the stage of life, and no matter how tender, how exquisite... A lie will remain a lie! - Aldia, Scholar of the First Sin
Thanks to my friend introducing me to this music. It's utterly enhancing 🎧🎶 I'd really like to hear a longer version of the part that starts at around 51:10, amazing stuff!
From above I have full view of the beautiful structure. I gracefully glide down, landing on the roof of the main keep. I admire the view, getting comfortable from my purch, the claws of all 4 talons clicking as I give that dashing smile, tapping them on the stone floor. *Music Begins* When the hatch, pops open. Something begins climbing out. Now aproaching me, is a evil looking, hideous, ugly, Ad!
Prepping for my D&D campaign's party to enter the castle of a renowned vampire Lady, layering this with a looping weather SFX like winter storms or rain for extra ambiance is amazing.
After I died, I watched you. The castle once filled with our shared laughter and light now smelled of dust and rotting corpses, as the plague consumed our friends and foes one by one.
I always sanctify myself in oils and incense before playing this music with my lover to "set the tone" as it were. I slide my glistening, slippery, slick and salacious body all around the floor in a manner reminiscent of epilepsy. The seductive technique, paired with this scrumptious music works like a charm. It always makes for a... salubrious evening.
_the castle located in the ambient dark is a castle singular_solitudine for meditation and is a castle away far away retract in deep mountain and is a castle of genuin_tenebre good ___archaicxn lord
"He's holding things back from us, you know." "He's lonely. He wants us to stay." "Well, he did kill his father. And the people who helped him left." "It's just him in a dead castle guarding a ruined house." "It doesn't seem fair, does it? He rid the world of Dracula, and this is his reward." "I think that he thinks he deserves it." "The loneliness?" "He killed his own father. He wants to be punished for it."
My gosh, I never get tired of saying it: you have a gift, a talent. This music of yours is rather dramatic, obscure and relaxing. LIKE with captal letters. XD
The cold and empty hollowness resounding with each step.. as he paces through the enlargened high ceilingened rooms.. the deepest sorrow within in his heart, echoing the sounds reverberating from the footsteps.. with a deep unsatisfied and restless sigh.. his voice deep and husky.. Pacing back and forth.. looking deeply within.. with a sudden outburst of anger he takes a nearby crystal cut glass and throws it harshly at the fireplace that is unlit.. only reminding him of the barreness in his own heart that like the fireplace was once lit bright and strongly burning .. much like when watching the flames dancing with fiery passion.. hungrily consumed with great desires.. .. hearing and seeing it smash into a million tiny shards gives him a momentary sense of joy.. though not long lasting.. he once again takes a deep breath.. a sigh escapes as his cheeks expand and he exhales slowly.. The air hot as it passes his lips.. .. again he begins to pace this time more slowly.. reaching into his mind for that lost memory that has been taunting him.. every now and then he has had glimpses so fleeting and so quick he has to ask himself if he even had them at all.. and yet he knows he has.. .. but before the memory can fully form.. it's escaped him.. With a slow creeeeeeeak he opens the door with the heavy wrought iron pull, rusted in colour from age, but as strong as the day it was made and placed upon the door.. the heavy marble panel moved to rest upon the floors that hid it's existence.. with a slow and steady descencion on the stairs he allows the darkness to envelope his tall frame.. the coolness of the air beneath a welcome presence upon his skin.. His eyes adjust within the darkness and his walk is strong and confident.. his inner being is becoming aroused, regaining his confidence as he leaves the thoughts of above behind.. The passage is long and narrow this wider than his own body.. He feels inner strength with each and every step.. the darkness is his clarity.. where he feels most alive. The ligh he finds, to be as people see the darkness.. lots of things hidden within the light.. blinding and deceiving.. they forget who they are.. they become ever more deceiving.. where as the dark allows for truth in its entirety.. a purity that they could never understand or appreciate.. he knows he will find the answers he seeks within the dark. With renewed vigour he finds himself calming and feeling more like himself, the path starts to slightly descend.. but he knows this path so well which is why there's a comfort, much like passing thresholds, more and more begins to lift from his shoulders.. his mind clearing itself from any unnecessary thoughts, instead enjoying the very moment he is in. He turns his head as looks at the archways to the left.. numerous close to each other that have their own destination and purposes but not for today. There's a slight bend to the right and then it straightens itself out once again though in a slightly different direction. Continuing forward he walks into the cavernous room.. even though underground away from people's greedy eyes, it's still detailed with such beauty .. made more beautiful by the seclusion and the darkened atmosphere. He allows himself a moment of unadulterated pleasure with warmth flooding and coursing through his body.. his eyes drinking in the surrounds.. though it seems senseless for where it is, large panelled mirrored glass portions are built within the large stoned walls.. intricate designs are upon the panels, very, very, old, how they were put there is unknown for the sheer size and weight of them could not have been carried by men nor down the narrowed hallways of darkness. Yet there they are to be marveled at.. though these days his eyes alone. A high ceiling believed to have been naturally carved within the rocked premise, allows them to be that much more impressive in size.. the rocks themselves are huge.. uniformed in size and yet dwarfing his own tall frame.. smooth to the touch of his hand and deliciously cold.. the floor too made of the same rockage and yet so tightly lain together, that it's difficult to know where one stops and the other begins.. smooth and worn so that even though not slippery they give no fault for the foot to catch upon them.. Looking up the darkness dissipates somewhat turning to dark alternate shades of greys. Standing still and listening he hears the eerie echos that only such a place can give.. tantalising and beguiling.. allowing fascination and mystery to seduce his inner man. Momentarily he thinks upon the light and how dissapointed he was but quickly pushes it away from his mind.. not allowing anything negative to interfere with the here and now. Letting out a deep breath he hears the exhalment, resound through the room and joint the sounds of above.. as if they are dancing above his head in the uppermost places. The mirrors on both sides in their many numbers, reflecting and drawing out his very inner truth of peace and contentment when at one with himself.. time has no place in this room.. there is no purpose for it. The mirrors are not the only decorative items in the room.. he walks over to the left hand wall and gently, lovingly, runs his fingers between the first and second mirror.. his finger tips caressing the crevices and curves he feels beneath them.. falling into the ancient texts and designs of many eons ago.. feeling an energy leave the wall and enter through his fingers and run into his arm.. euphoria is the word that comes to his mind.. his body coming to a standstill momentarily paralysed but not in a damaging way.. leaning forward with his weight and head down.. his palm now resting upon the wall.. he breathes deeply.. electricity coursing through his body in the deepest and most satisfying of ways.. almost overwhelming but making him feel alive and renewed, he allows deep gutteral groans of pleasure into the air as he turns and lifts his arms, head back, looking into the darkness above.. he sees colours begin to swirl and spark, much like the embers and flames of a fire that hungers upon the the fuel and oxygen it consumes, in deep purples, greens and blues.. their ribbony threads interweaving mid air.. thickening and thinning with each sound he allows to escape.. his vocals bouncing through the air and off the walls.. the vibrations sometimes causing the the colours to seperate .. even pushing them into each other to create new hues.. .. allowing his primal side to be released (much like a wolf who cries into the night .. throat vibrating with each howl..) His body energising and releasing at the same time.. much like a full bodied orgasm releasing pent up energy causing an intoxicating pressure and release.. though not even having to touch himself sexually nor think upon such thoughts.. instead detoxifying of any last remnants of negative energy.. With a last final purging he lays himself within the massive structure in the centre of the room. Resembling a giant bird bath with a large bowl, atop the comparitively narrowed, decorative stem, with carved granite, ornate in design, for feet.. Easily holding his body, as he relaxes, wrapping himself within his jacket, arms pulled inside, using his hood that's padded as a pillow, his own breath keeping him warm, as he tucks his mouth and chin within his jacket. Slowly entering into a deep sleep exhausted, yet exhilarated.. knowing his purification has only begun. Upon slow awakening he begins to rise and climbs out of his resting place, his feet making a slow thud as he bends his knees to help take the impact of the high drop, standing tall again he begins his walk into the hallway once again, remembering the freedoms found before he slept, still feeling the positive energy coursing through his body.. He is feeling more alive than he has in a long time.. wondering how he allowed himself to lose this freedom, but then again momentarily he remembers the light .. shaking his head to forget the memory.. he knows that will be dealt with down the line. For the moment he needs to not focus on that. Allowing himself guiltless pleasure within the dark brings continued remembrance to what is important. Unhealthy fear is released from his person, no longer allowed to have any real authority over his mind or heart. Each step forward he distances himself from such things.. the differing sections of hallway have a way of bringing the issues to the forefront so he knows what he is dealing with. The room of mirrors is reminder of what he desires and is at his true inner core. They don't reflect and draw out the outer.. only the inner. It's why he feels such love and freedom there. Reminding him why he seperates himself from those who don't understand. It's not about being anyone you want but rather who you really are.. they don't get the importance of that to him. His feet with each step, bring a returned sound to his ears.. he hears and listens to the rythmic sound and how its even yet the sound changes at times.. the walls are not smooth and straight like cement, because each stone is different from the next.. some slightly just out, others are recessed back. The air is cool down in the tunnel and he wonders how that too affects the sounds.. he knows he can make and express sound..but if he was to express himself as sound.. what would it sound like.. his innermost man.. to be able to travel like sound.. carefree and unrestricted.. If he stops hearing sound does sound cease to exist or just to the ear, he ponders.. it has a starting and a finishing point to the ear.. but does it travel unheard past that point..
Toda vez que eu escuto essas músicas sinto como se viesse do passado mas não sei de onde, gostaria de observar a janela da torre para ver o mundo sombrio e a lua cheia.
When I woke, I found myself safe. The other bounty hunters with me dined around a fire. Two Witchers came around. They explained everything, all that was after I blacked out. We came to their keep in the mountains, a damaged castle face built into the hard slope. Kaer Morhen. They led us to a room with a Megascope a mage had given them. It worked without a sorcerer, made to do so, and it showed us our foe. Wind rushed across fir needles. The uppermost stream of the Gwenlech hissed down its winding passage. ... Witchers. I hated them in the back of my mind now. Once upon a time, I longed to be one.
I just imagine a situation very dark when I hear this melodies,it gets the feeling that the same Satan is the director of the main chorus as the music goes on.
Was much surprised and pleased to see that tower in a Cryo Chamber video, reason why I clicked to check it in the first place. The ambiance fits it wonderfully, thank you.
Walking around the castle she looked up and thought about King David.. she thought about all the different castles throughout history.. the kingdoms.. how people must have felt intimidated by them.. imagine being a newcomer.. needing to seek out the King.. trying to convince the guards that you needed to speak with him directly.. they would have laughed and scoffed I am sure.. however for herself she did not care for their scoffing. To think that something so wonderful as this castle and it's mysterious ways.. to another was just a normal everyday home.. being taken for granted.. for they awoke and fell asleep within it each day and night.. to herself to hear the footsteps echo with each step would have caused her to try different ways of walking .. to hear the sounds bouncing and reverberating different.. sometimes lightly .. other times with great depth.. could she run and catch the sounds in her ears.. she did not care if they thought her crazy for her thoughts at all... They were her thoughts.. they who were always so eager to please others and be accepted by people they did not even really respect.. THAT to her was the craziest of all. Not her though.. she despised those who lived only to please others.. she herself while at times cared for people in situations had learned not to care so much because they did not care for her. Fuck them she thought.. many were traitors anyway. She though would not be forced to believe in what she couldn't believe in.. she would not accept what she couldn't accept. They had tried to force her to denounce her God.. the God of King David.. of Israel but she would not. They who spoke about things like strategies yet didn't even know how to communicate properly.. that was a poor strategy. The higher educated were often just as poor at their communication but she had to admit that some had improved vastly which made her happy because she had things she wanted to understand but their technical lingo and jargon meant nothing to her really.. to they she was sure she was beneath them.. for they had their papers to prove their worth at least to themselves and each other... Yet it did not mean much to herself. For she knew many a man who had not the education of they and yet they made her laugh and were so much easier to be around. Those who did not force her to be someone she wasn't..who did not make her feel like a science experiment who needed to be monitored and watched carefully.. pfft she did not care for their ways at all. Those who had tried to surround her and overpower her.. but she laughed because while they may have stopped her momentarily that all it was. There were many she knew that judged infidelity yet they themselves were infidels in many, many ways.. they who prided themselves on reputation.. she herself did not care for reputation.. she herself knew that what appears to be is not always what is.. the education she had was the school of hard knocks.. so she may not be rich or famous.. she may not desire their lifestyles.. but she did not envy that either. The thought of having to smile and pretend while inwardly you despised .. no fuck that she had enough of that.. she rather be honest and straight forward. She knew how much people hated that.. but at least you know where you stand with someone. If they cannot accept that it shows their own disrespect. All the anti smoking adds.. she had made it clear she did not like them so they sent them...that was not respect. After all they tailored adds to suit what they believe you are interested in. She did not like the airheads.. again disrespect.. she did not like the apple products after what they lacked to acknowledge.. they had done wrong by her... No respect. The Muslims she despised.. no respect. Then they began to walk around with their ugly ways as if to say there's nothing you can do to get rid of us as they continue to pray against our nation's.. as they continue to disrespect Israel. No she could not respect those who had lied to her.. to the government's who did nothing to amend things. They who had silenced her rights to even say no.. but at least Trump had allowed her.. to say no. She herself had defended the sinners.. yet they too it seems had turned against her.. well that's their choice.. but now she lived for her. If only she could have been in King Davids time.. she would have bowed low before him.. something she did not do for most people.. and say My King.. My King.. I bring my request before you.. may you know that I am not a traitor to the King who is under the same God as I.. for though far from perfect.. there are those who were faithful against the religious.. I know my God and your God is not for the religious attitudes and dictatorship.. but rather He seeks the heart who earnestly seeks him. The heart of conviction to the word and truth of our God.. my King.. my King.. there are those who have been harshly judged and mistreated for defending against the Muslim.. the same people who dishonoured you by building over your own place of healthy pride.. a place where God honoured you. They are not peaceful people..you know that in your own dealings with them. May the same spirit of strength and courage and wisdom given to you.. be unleashed upon the true defenders of Israel. That same heart that desires truth before God.. may that be enlarged.. May the people know the greatness of the King whom God had great favour upon.. may you not be forgotten.. in the same way God blessed you King David.. I beseech that that blessing be renewed in the modern day for those faithful.. those who have said no and stood firm in the hope that they may come to know our God is real and he does love deeply.. he does see those who have defended the truth even if they did not know why.. God please I urge do not let us down.. restore our lands.. restore our healthy pride restore the family to be a healthy honest family who protects and is honest with one another even in failing at times because all have fallen short of the glory of God.. that those people whom understand would be the encouragers of those who don't. That people would not be deemed crazy for hearing and seeing in the spirit but rather encouraged that it's true and we are indeed spiritual people with an eternal life.. God I ask for your favour to those who have shown the other side shared their own histories though not always so pleasant.. but God please show your mercy to they. That they may see you don't hate them but do hate those who try to come against those speak honestly.. I can not stand by and watch the Muslim destroy what is good and healthy and right.. they don't get to take over our nation's and place us under their wicked controlling ways.
Love this channel so glad I subscribed to it it’s so up my alley way with the creepy horror music that I love to zone out to before I actually wake up in the morning while I eat my breakfast probably have to do with my love for old school metal music that I still love being 47 years old now and I always have been into different things from the rest of my family . But that’s me in a. Nutshell and my boyfriend doesn’t care as Well he doesn’t care I’m Into weird shit as well considering he smokes medical weed for his back pain doesn’t bother me love my horror music allways will
I love how Photoshop magic can turn the Belem Tower in sunny Lisbon into a creepy Gothic castle. Great music!
Yeah I was gonna ask why is Torre de Belém there?
I don't find this particular castle "Gothic," at all. It doesn't suit the music or the mood.
@@ericspencer8093 Torre de Belém isn't a stereotypical gothic style nor is it a castle at all. It's a tower, actually, and is a Portuguese specific kind of late gothic, why it won't look "gothic" to you like you might find throughout Europe. The tower finished in the late 1500's was a fort and a prison first, but also a place by which ships were set to sail downriver and to the sea heading for the 'New World'.
I'm glad someone else noticed too!.. Cool.
When did the sun start shining in the isles?
*That floorboard you step on when it's 5 A.M and you gotta pee:* 31:55
That sound also made by some people when the come.
LMAO
Lol true!
After my neighbour died, we looked after his house until his family (who lived some distance away) could make arrangements. One night, I went in to draw the curtains and turn the lights off...and when that was done, I just stayed there in silence, listening. I lasted about ten minutes before I spooked myself out too much and had to rush for the light switch.
That sound scared the shit out of me lol
So... are we just not gonna talk about 31:55?
hahahaha yea
"The fuq was that?" It was really bizarre! 😝
So glad this comment was easy to find as I heard this part... and thankful for headphones since I have thin walls....
I really must oil those doors
@@noirflame8904 Its wasn't that scary !lol
" Gothic Castles and Fallen Lords."
What an interesting title for a book.
And another superb collection of music to read along with it.🌙
feeling kinda called out tbh :|
_beatyfull janet the true lords never fallen and he_she retrct of ambient dark for him meditation because the victory not ever obteining from fight but it is victory existence for lords from cleaver_smart obteining and meitation solitudine_singular in the away far away castle of the rock is good for life the this lords_ __archaicxn lord
Basically dark souls
@@Despotic_Waffle Yes... Exactly!
I'd like to see a historical game set in West Europe, but not England. AC is too dramatic and very fictional. Something you could really see happening 1000 years ago. I would like to play... *Gothica*
I am a transcriptionist and I love typing with this in the background! The shriek at 31:50 scared me and had me giggling in my office chair; more wide awake than anyone else in the room! More reasons why I listen to Cryo Chamber on a daily basis. I listen to the LIVE while I'm studying. Thank you , thank you, THANK YOU!!
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31:55 sounds like me when I stub my toe on the edge of the coffee table
Tower of Belém in Portugal.
why tho, lmao, its the least gothic castle. Hell, its Manuelin in terms of construction and not really that spooky. They should have gone with the Mafra Convent, that place is straight up haunted tho.
Like yeah, with the editing they did to the background, it looks like a tower in a Castlevania castle but its like, if you're a native, you fucking know its basically a glorified museum by the seashore.
Kafkahead No shortage of haunted places in Portugal’s folklore, but Mafra’s convent has some pretty dark stories about the dungeons underneath, where the nuns are said to have left their illegitimate babies to death, in the past...
Clinton Pendleton, a reply, or Catholic rhetorics 101? Either way it’s ok. 😏
Thank you for the information, it was the first question that arose in my mind when I opened the page!
"While playing in a multitude of roleplaying settings, from Planescape, Ravenloft to Forgotten Realms and Dark Sun I always responded to the idea of fallen empires with excitement. There is something about the passage of time, and the exploration of the past that is fascinating. To uncover relics forgotten, to awaken slumbering gods, or loot golden coins with stamps in undecipherable languages. I created this mix with fallen empires in mind, join me in it's twists and turns and let the atmosphere coat your sensory organs for a little while, perhaps in your minds eye they will reveal themselves - Simon/Atrium Carceri"
▼Tracklist:
00:00 Ager Sonus - Well of Knowledge
cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/tomb-of-druids
08:07 Metatron Omega - Eshaton
cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/evangelikon
13:00 Ager Sonus - Beneath
cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/mithra
20:52 Atrium Carceri - The Void
cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/codex
25:26 Ager Sonus - Iniation
cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/mithra
31:55 Dronny Darko - Geist
cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/tomb-of-ordeals
36:52 Metatron Omega - Sanctum
cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/sanctum
43:55 Enmarta - Temple of Abandon
cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/the-hermit
51:23 Dead Melodies - Lonesome Halls of Ruin
cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/the-foundations-of-ruin
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ravenloft ain't no joke. Count Strahd is a bad dude... ;)
What are those RPG titles in reference to exactly? Video games or some kind of D&D type game? They sound awesome.
Curious because i'm building an IP/artbook in what seems like a similar setting to the one you described here, and to what is represented by the music/thumbnail.
@@andersonprimer Ravenloft is D&D.
@@stevevondoom4140 Are Planescape and Forgotten Realms D&D as well? I looked up Dark Sun and it sounds awesome.
@@andersonprimer Forgotten Realms is used alot in D&D as well. it's also a book setting for author Ed Greenwood
That moment, when the violins started at 49:00, the chills just started. It's a powerful piece, and I absolutely love it.
Coincidentemente isso aconteceu no exato momento em que o enigma do meu RPG foi solucionado.
One of my favorite ambient songs
Gothic castles, fallen lords, old stories buried in dust and weathered tapestry, centuries of love and loss and power and blood soaked into the stones. IDK how you decided to create such a perfect ambient mix for me, but thank you.
this kind of music makes life less boring,ty Cryo Chamber
th-cam.com/video/w5z50oa4go0/w-d-xo.html
Yeah, it can really stimulate the imagination, 2 share or not 2 share, 'tho
An ancestral home, deserted but not forgotten.
Or perhaps forgotten, but not deserted..
Wow. The music suits the image and topic perfectly! If I close my eyes, that's what I sense: time that passed, hallways, old castle, old interior made out of stone, cold and spider webs 🕸🕷⏳🌑
Whenever I visited or passed by that tower, I can't say I had this sort of music in mind, but from now on I definitely will
Saving for later:
20:52 Speaking with the villain moments before the shit happens
31:28 Devi'ls Covil
33:35 Devi'ls Appearence
38:18 Inside The Church
41:41 Ethereal Lovecraftian Spacial view inside The Church
43:57 Lovely Ethereal Great One reveals itself and is benevolent to a character that just lost a loved one
PS: I'm not a native English speaker
Darkness can be beautiful even in the most forgotten places. Castles that crumble down and Lords with power no more can be terrible...but still beautiful. And then we can all appreciate the light and shadows more and more. Thank you for such a wonderful dark music journey🙏🏻👤💗🔮🎶
Hearing this makes me love playing dark souls games and bloodborne.
That castle looks like Lost Bastille from Dark Souls 2
It's actually a real place located in Portugal! It's the tower of Belém in Lisbon!
That was easily my favourite location from the early game if not the game as a whole. The moody atmosphere, the sprawling layout with secrets, shortcuts, illusory walls and places to explore all over the place was so fascinating compared to the more linear areas.
The track Lost Here by ProtoU always reminds me of Dark Souls II as well for some reason, but that may just be that I was really into the game around the time that album released.
@Rui Manuel É a torre de Belém, que não fica na margem sul
@@vitorpadieira7916 Da pra perceber as cruzes portugais na imagem, interessante
It looks more like Cainhurst Castle from Bloodborne.
This literally reminds me of Castle Dimitrescu from RE8 Village game
the two don't really bear any resemblance.
@@amadeoindromeno2452 🤷🏻♂️
31:50 holy shit, I probably shouldn't listen to this at night in my headphones, or should I?
I was doing it .... at 4:00 in the morning .... small heart attack :p
I thought it was a cock call LUL
scared the shit outa me hahah
I'm sorry it just sounded like lemongrab to me xD
Holy fuckkk. Its 4 am
When you enter your mother in law's house.
Ahahahahahahahahahahahah😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
Lmfaoooo
Best music in youtube. Thank you Cryo Chamber.
The abandoned castles, that were once full of joy and life fell to awe and darkness. Only the items remain, all life is gone...
That monument is in Belém, Lisbon!!!! Yaaaaay. Torre de Belém.
the sound at 31:55 made me almost pee myself i was literally just vibing trying to write a lonely castle scene and all of a sudden vicar amelia is screaming three floors down
Booting up Blasphemous 2 and having this in the background is absolutely perfect.
I swear, every time I have a new idea for a story or an RPG, a new Cryo Chamber mix appears with exactly the same theme. Thanks guys!
LOVE the 'Enmarta' at the 43:55 mark. It has wonderful echoes of the original Dark Shadows TV show I used to watch after school. The included subtle thunder only adds to the aura of Dark Shadows. Gave me the creeps way back then and this brings them back in 2021. Thanks for the terrific album. Nice work.
This is amazing! Cryo Chamber never lets me down and never stops to impress me.
I gotta thank you mate. I played this one for like 60 hours in a vampire based rpg campaign. I'll name an NPC after you
I don't know how I would work without your channel!!!! The best atmospheres ever are here!!!
If you happen to be walking through a castle, and this eerie music starts playing. you know something bad is about to happen.
This music is amazing. It stirs the imagination. Provokes so many different feelings, from faded glories to loneliness. Well done!
Tower of Belém in Portugal. The top windows are the eyes, the middle the snout, the bottom a mouth. IT'S A SURPRISED PIGGY! 🐷
Good luck trying to unsee it.
Dammit, I can't unsee it now! LOL
It's a very upset Sloth from the Goonies if you look at it with the two turrets along the bottom of the tower being eyes, and the arch in the middle as a mouth.
By Odin's beard this is good stuff. Thanks so much!
Ghosts in the mist above the castle. First an alien, next the man on all fours, then Marley creature...then the beasts, two, note the flaming eyes...last, of course the small, floating apparition above the walls and ramparts. Eerie....
I can imagine the horrors that went on in a place and time like this.
There was mass hysteria
Oh great, the _Torre_ _de_ _Belém_ fort in Lisbon, Portugal!!!
Sitting on the right bank of the Tagus river, it gets surrounded by water during high tide. Fact is, this is one of Portugal's first military buildings to be built no longer as a Medieval castle, but in the modern spirit of the Italian forts. It's shaped to resemble the bow of a ship, and it was gunned as so, covering the river from vessels arriving from the Atlantic.
Iconic Portuguese masterpice, in a unique architecture style called _Manuelino_ , in honor of King D. Manuel I, and celebrating Portugal's zenith as an overseas Empire.
Once, the Lord of Light banished Dark, and all that stemmed from humanity. And men assumed a fleeting form. These are the roots of our world. Men are props on the stage of life, and no matter how tender, how exquisite... A lie will remain a lie! - Aldia, Scholar of the First Sin
There were images of nothingness, of a sublime something, and an ominous everything.
Thanks for this. As a wannabe writer this is giving me all kinds of inspiration.
From one writer to another. Don't just think about it. Write it down. The best stories are thoughts untold.
Thanks to my friend introducing me to this music. It's utterly enhancing 🎧🎶 I'd really like to hear a longer version of the part that starts at around 51:10, amazing stuff!
im totally stealing this video to use in the background for my next DnD adventure
From above I have full view of the beautiful structure. I gracefully glide down, landing on the roof of the main keep. I admire the view, getting comfortable from my purch, the claws of all 4 talons clicking as I give that dashing smile, tapping them on the stone floor.
*Music Begins*
When the hatch, pops open.
Something begins climbing out.
Now aproaching me, is a evil looking, hideous, ugly, Ad!
A night at the Overlook Hotel from The Shining would be an awesome one to make!
This is just what i need for my vampire dark ages campaign ....can not thanks enough
This has easily become one of my favorites of all the Cryo Chamber mixes. Just in time for D&D, cheers!
Definitely using some of these next time I run Curse of Strahd
The Lords have not fallen, they have merely transcended realities..
Superb comp Simon, very cohesive. Ager Sonus shines here.
this idea of a zombie apocalypse set in medieval Europe just cant get out of my head when i listen to this soundtrack.
Strahd Von Zarovich approves; this music is soothing for the spirits of the weary.
Perfect soundtrack to my drawing sessions.
31:52 sounds a bit like the beginning of Sui Generis Umbra's "Amok" album.
Wonderful work! It reminds me of the atmosphere of the 80s movie 'The Keep' a lot, one of my favourites.
Thank you. Cryo Chamber helps me get back to the real world, in my head, after being momentarily lost the artificial world of society.
I thought it was this music but it was a dramatic David Attenborough doc commercial.
That's the power of ambient dramatic music.
A symphony for my heart! ❤ Thank you for uploading!
Personally when I think of a castle theme, I immediately think of the castle theme from the first Devil May Cry~
So beautiful... Thank you for always uploading the best music!
Prepping for my D&D campaign's party to enter the castle of a renowned vampire Lady, layering this with a looping weather SFX like winter storms or rain for extra ambiance is amazing.
I’m also going to start listening to this while I’m reading my Philippa Gregory Books!!
After I died, I watched you. The castle once filled with our shared laughter and light now smelled of dust and rotting corpses, as the plague consumed our friends and foes one by one.
Damn ... Nice piece
I don’t like the advertisements when I’m trying to sleep!
Lol same here. I can't sleep with out white noise.
You sleep with scary sounds around yah
DAMN
I love Cryochanber and I love the dark ambient community.
Fact: Planescape is one of the greatest games ever created in the known universe.
I always sanctify myself in oils and incense before playing this music with my lover to "set the tone" as it were. I slide my glistening, slippery, slick and salacious body all around the floor in a manner reminiscent of epilepsy. The seductive technique, paired with this scrumptious music works like a charm. It always makes for a... salubrious evening.
_the castle located in the ambient dark is a castle singular_solitudine for meditation and is a castle away far away retract in deep mountain and is a castle of genuin_tenebre good ___archaicxn lord
This music has been so perfect as I write the haunting and traumatic scene from the past of one of my protagonists!
"He's holding things back from us, you know."
"He's lonely. He wants us to stay."
"Well, he did kill his father. And the people who helped him left."
"It's just him in a dead castle guarding a ruined house."
"It doesn't seem fair, does it? He rid the world of Dracula, and this is his reward."
"I think that he thinks he deserves it."
"The loneliness?"
"He killed his own father. He wants to be punished for it."
Love the Castlevania reference! ^^
You can smell the hay; and the rust from the hinges of the keep's thick oak gates. simply great. How lucky am I to have found this channel. 🕺
My gosh, I never get tired of saying it: you have a gift, a talent. This music of yours is rather dramatic, obscure and relaxing. LIKE with captal letters. XD
I love it. This helps with my horror writing.
This is what I call soul touching music
Man listening to this outside when it’s windy and my wind chimes are going crazy with a crackling fire 🔥 now this is relaxation at its best.
The cold and empty hollowness resounding with each step.. as he paces through the enlargened high ceilingened rooms..
the deepest sorrow within in his heart, echoing the sounds reverberating from the footsteps.. with a deep unsatisfied and restless sigh.. his voice deep and husky..
Pacing back and forth.. looking deeply within.. with a sudden outburst of anger he takes a nearby crystal cut glass and throws it harshly at the fireplace that is unlit.. only reminding him of the barreness in his own heart that like the fireplace was once lit bright and strongly burning .. much like when watching the flames dancing with fiery passion.. hungrily consumed with great desires..
.. hearing and seeing it smash into a million tiny shards gives him a momentary sense of joy.. though not long lasting..
he once again takes a deep breath.. a sigh escapes as his cheeks expand and he exhales slowly..
The air hot as it passes his lips..
.. again he begins to pace this time more slowly..
reaching into his mind for that lost memory that has been taunting him..
every now and then he has had glimpses so fleeting and so quick he has to ask himself if he even had them at all.. and yet he knows he has..
.. but before the memory can fully form.. it's escaped him..
With a slow creeeeeeeak he opens the door with the heavy wrought iron pull, rusted in colour from age, but as strong as the day it was made and placed upon the door.. the heavy marble panel moved to rest upon the floors that hid it's existence.. with a slow and steady descencion on the stairs he allows the darkness to envelope his tall frame..
the coolness of the air beneath a welcome presence upon his skin..
His eyes adjust within the darkness and his walk is strong and confident.. his inner being is becoming aroused, regaining his confidence as he leaves the thoughts of above behind..
The passage is long and narrow this wider than his own body..
He feels inner strength with each and every step.. the darkness is his clarity.. where he feels most alive.
The ligh he finds, to be as people see the darkness.. lots of things hidden within the light.. blinding and deceiving.. they forget who they are.. they become ever more deceiving..
where as the dark allows for truth in its entirety.. a purity that they could never understand or appreciate.. he knows he will find the answers he seeks within the dark.
With renewed vigour he finds himself calming and feeling more like himself, the path starts to slightly descend.. but he knows this path so well which is why there's a comfort, much like passing thresholds, more and more begins to lift from his shoulders.. his mind clearing itself from any unnecessary thoughts, instead enjoying the very moment he is in.
He turns his head as looks at the archways to the left.. numerous close to each other that have their own destination and purposes but not for today.
There's a slight bend to the right and then it straightens itself out once again though in a slightly different direction.
Continuing forward he walks into the cavernous room.. even though underground away from people's greedy eyes, it's still detailed with such beauty .. made more beautiful by the seclusion and the darkened atmosphere.
He allows himself a moment of unadulterated pleasure with warmth flooding and coursing through his body.. his eyes drinking in the surrounds.. though it seems senseless for where it is, large panelled mirrored glass portions are built within the large stoned walls.. intricate designs are upon the panels, very, very, old, how they were put there is unknown for the sheer size and weight of them could not have been carried by men nor down the narrowed hallways of darkness. Yet there they are to be marveled at.. though these days his eyes alone. A high ceiling believed to have been naturally carved within the rocked premise, allows them to be that much more impressive in size.. the rocks themselves are huge.. uniformed in size and yet dwarfing his own tall frame.. smooth to the touch of his hand and deliciously cold.. the floor too made of the same rockage and yet so tightly lain together, that it's difficult to know where one stops and the other begins.. smooth and worn so that even though not slippery they give no fault for the foot to catch upon them..
Looking up the darkness dissipates somewhat turning to dark alternate shades of greys.
Standing still and listening he hears the eerie echos that only such a place can give.. tantalising and beguiling.. allowing fascination and mystery to seduce his inner man.
Momentarily he thinks upon the light and how dissapointed he was but quickly pushes it away from his mind.. not allowing anything negative to interfere with the here and now.
Letting out a deep breath he hears the exhalment, resound through the room and joint the sounds of above.. as if they are dancing above his head in the uppermost places.
The mirrors on both sides in their many numbers, reflecting and drawing out his very inner truth of peace and contentment when at one with himself.. time has no place in this room.. there is no purpose for it.
The mirrors are not the only decorative items in the room..
he walks over to the left hand wall and gently, lovingly, runs his fingers between the first and second mirror.. his finger tips caressing the crevices and curves he feels beneath them.. falling into the ancient texts and designs of many eons ago..
feeling an energy leave the wall and enter through his fingers and run into his arm..
euphoria is the word that comes to his mind..
his body coming to a standstill momentarily paralysed but not in a damaging way.. leaning forward with his weight and head down.. his palm now resting upon the wall.. he breathes deeply.. electricity coursing through his body in the deepest and most satisfying of ways.. almost overwhelming but making him feel alive and renewed, he allows deep gutteral groans of pleasure into the air as he turns and lifts his arms, head back, looking into the darkness above..
he sees colours begin to swirl and spark, much like the embers and flames of a fire that hungers upon the the fuel and oxygen it consumes, in deep purples, greens and blues..
their ribbony threads interweaving mid air.. thickening and thinning with each sound he allows to escape..
his vocals bouncing through the air and off the walls.. the vibrations sometimes causing the the colours to seperate .. even pushing them into each other to create new hues..
.. allowing his primal side to be released (much like a wolf who cries into the night .. throat vibrating with each howl..)
His body energising and releasing at the same time.. much like a full bodied orgasm releasing pent up energy causing an intoxicating pressure and release.. though not even having to touch himself sexually nor think upon such thoughts.. instead detoxifying of any last remnants of negative energy..
With a last final purging he lays himself within the massive structure in the centre of the room.
Resembling a giant bird bath with a large bowl, atop the comparitively narrowed, decorative stem, with carved granite, ornate in design, for feet..
Easily holding his body, as he relaxes, wrapping himself within his jacket, arms pulled inside, using his hood that's padded as a pillow, his own breath keeping him warm, as he tucks his mouth and chin within his jacket.
Slowly entering into a deep sleep exhausted, yet exhilarated.. knowing his purification has only begun.
Upon slow awakening he begins to rise and climbs out of his resting place, his feet making a slow thud as he bends his knees to help take the impact of the high drop, standing tall again he begins his walk into the hallway once again, remembering the freedoms found before he slept, still feeling the positive energy coursing through his body..
He is feeling more alive than he has in a long time.. wondering how he allowed himself to lose this freedom, but then again momentarily he remembers the light .. shaking his head to forget the memory.. he knows that will be dealt with down the line.
For the moment he needs to not focus on that.
Allowing himself guiltless pleasure within the dark brings continued remembrance to what is important.
Unhealthy fear is released from his person, no longer allowed to have any real authority over his mind or heart.
Each step forward he distances himself from such things.. the differing sections of hallway have a way of bringing the issues to the forefront so he knows what he is dealing with.
The room of mirrors is reminder of what he desires and is at his true inner core.
They don't reflect and draw out the outer.. only the inner.
It's why he feels such love and freedom there.
Reminding him why he seperates himself from those who don't understand.
It's not about being anyone you want but rather who you really are.. they don't get the importance of that to him.
His feet with each step, bring a returned sound to his ears.. he hears and listens to the rythmic sound and how its even yet the sound changes at times.. the walls are not smooth and straight like cement, because each stone is different from the next.. some slightly just out, others are recessed back.
The air is cool down in the tunnel and he wonders how that too affects the sounds.. he knows he can make and express sound..but if he was to express himself as sound.. what would it sound like.. his innermost man..
to be able to travel like sound.. carefree and unrestricted..
If he stops hearing sound does sound cease to exist or just to the ear, he ponders.. it has a starting and a finishing point to the ear.. but does it travel unheard past that point..
Eher Klangwelten als Musik. Das dunkle Gegenstück zu Walgesängen und Meeresrauschen.
Toda vez que eu escuto essas músicas sinto como se viesse do passado mas não sei de onde, gostaria de observar a janela da torre para ver o mundo sombrio e a lua cheia.
When I woke, I found myself safe. The other bounty hunters with me dined around a fire. Two Witchers came around. They explained everything, all that was after I blacked out. We came to their keep in the mountains, a damaged castle face built into the hard slope. Kaer Morhen. They led us to a room with a Megascope a mage had given them. It worked without a sorcerer, made to do so, and it showed us our foe. Wind rushed across fir needles. The uppermost stream of the Gwenlech hissed down its winding passage.
... Witchers. I hated them in the back of my mind now. Once upon a time, I longed to be one.
Excellent atmosphere created by the pieces.
MR
If you're curious:
Yes, this building is real it's the Tower of Belém in Lisbon, Portugal.
My hometown ☺️
This is very calming!! Good job!👍👍
found this artist through mortal shell, incredible work
Удивительно и потрясающе. Пугающе-глубоко. Благодарю.
I just imagine a situation very dark when I hear this melodies,it gets the feeling that the same Satan is the director of the main chorus as the music goes on.
This is perfect for meditation
31:52 When you stub your toe at 3am and you want to make sure your sleeping family knows how painful it is.
Everyone gangasta till they sitting on the toilet when the lights go off and this starts playing
😂😂😂😂
*bowel movement intensifies*
Playing this as a replacement for the 8-bit MIDI soundtrack to some of the favorite games of my childhood - Hexen and Heretic
Love Hexen and Heretic!
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Was much surprised and pleased to see that tower in a Cryo Chamber video, reason why I clicked to check it in the first place. The ambiance fits it wonderfully, thank you.
Once you're past the fire cackling this is pretty amazing
Walking around the castle she looked up and thought about King David.. she thought about all the different castles throughout history.. the kingdoms.. how people must have felt intimidated by them.. imagine being a newcomer.. needing to seek out the King.. trying to convince the guards that you needed to speak with him directly.. they would have laughed and scoffed I am sure.. however for herself she did not care for their scoffing. To think that something so wonderful as this castle and it's mysterious ways.. to another was just a normal everyday home.. being taken for granted.. for they awoke and fell asleep within it each day and night.. to herself to hear the footsteps echo with each step would have caused her to try different ways of walking .. to hear the sounds bouncing and reverberating different.. sometimes lightly .. other times with great depth.. could she run and catch the sounds in her ears.. she did not care if they thought her crazy for her thoughts at all... They were her thoughts.. they who were always so eager to please others and be accepted by people they did not even really respect.. THAT to her was the craziest of all. Not her though.. she despised those who lived only to please others.. she herself while at times cared for people in situations had learned not to care so much because they did not care for her. Fuck them she thought.. many were traitors anyway. She though would not be forced to believe in what she couldn't believe in.. she would not accept what she couldn't accept.
They had tried to force her to denounce her God.. the God of King David.. of Israel but she would not.
They who spoke about things like strategies yet didn't even know how to communicate properly.. that was a poor strategy. The higher educated were often just as poor at their communication but she had to admit that some had improved vastly which made her happy because she had things she wanted to understand but their technical lingo and jargon meant nothing to her really.. to they she was sure she was beneath them.. for they had their papers to prove their worth at least to themselves and each other... Yet it did not mean much to herself. For she knew many a man who had not the education of they and yet they made her laugh and were so much easier to be around. Those who did not force her to be someone she wasn't..who did not make her feel like a science experiment who needed to be monitored and watched carefully.. pfft she did not care for their ways at all. Those who had tried to surround her and overpower her.. but she laughed because while they may have stopped her momentarily that all it was. There were many she knew that judged infidelity yet they themselves were infidels in many, many ways.. they who prided themselves on reputation.. she herself did not care for reputation.. she herself knew that what appears to be is not always what is.. the education she had was the school of hard knocks.. so she may not be rich or famous.. she may not desire their lifestyles.. but she did not envy that either. The thought of having to smile and pretend while inwardly you despised .. no fuck that she had enough of that.. she rather be honest and straight forward. She knew how much people hated that.. but at least you know where you stand with someone. If they cannot accept that it shows their own disrespect.
All the anti smoking adds.. she had made it clear she did not like them so they sent them...that was not respect. After all they tailored adds to suit what they believe you are interested in. She did not like the airheads.. again disrespect.. she did not like the apple products after what they lacked to acknowledge.. they had done wrong by her... No respect.
The Muslims she despised.. no respect. Then they began to walk around with their ugly ways as if to say there's nothing you can do to get rid of us as they continue to pray against our nation's.. as they continue to disrespect Israel.
No she could not respect those who had lied to her.. to the government's who did nothing to amend things.
They who had silenced her rights to even say no.. but at least Trump had allowed her.. to say no.
She herself had defended the sinners.. yet they too it seems had turned against her.. well that's their choice.. but now she lived for her.
If only she could have been in King Davids time.. she would have bowed low before him.. something she did not do for most people.. and say My King.. My King.. I bring my request before you.. may you know that I am not a traitor to the King who is under the same God as I.. for though far from perfect.. there are those who were faithful against the religious.. I know my God and your God is not for the religious attitudes and dictatorship.. but rather He seeks the heart who earnestly seeks him. The heart of conviction to the word and truth of our God.. my King.. my King.. there are those who have been harshly judged and mistreated for defending against the Muslim.. the same people who dishonoured you by building over your own place of healthy pride.. a place where God honoured you. They are not peaceful people..you know that in your own dealings with them. May the same spirit of strength and courage and wisdom given to you.. be unleashed upon the true defenders of Israel.
That same heart that desires truth before God.. may that be enlarged..
May the people know the greatness of the King whom God had great favour upon.. may you not be forgotten.. in the same way God blessed you King David.. I beseech that that blessing be renewed in the modern day for those faithful.. those who have said no and stood firm in the hope that they may come to know our God is real and he does love deeply.. he does see those who have defended the truth even if they did not know why.. God please I urge do not let us down.. restore our lands.. restore our healthy pride restore the family to be a healthy honest family who protects and is honest with one another even in failing at times because all have fallen short of the glory of God.. that those people whom understand would be the encouragers of those who don't. That people would not be deemed crazy for hearing and seeing in the spirit but rather encouraged that it's true and we are indeed spiritual people with an eternal life.. God I ask for your favour to those who have shown the other side shared their own histories though not always so pleasant.. but God please show your mercy to they. That they may see you don't hate them but do hate those who try to come against those speak honestly.. I can not stand by and watch the Muslim destroy what is good and healthy and right.. they don't get to take over our nation's and place us under their wicked controlling ways.
Love this channel so glad I subscribed to it it’s so up my alley way with the creepy horror music that I love to zone out to before I actually wake up in the morning while I eat my breakfast probably have to do with my love for old school metal music that I still love being 47 years old now and I always have been into different things from the rest of my family . But that’s me in a. Nutshell and my boyfriend doesn’t care as
Well he doesn’t care I’m Into weird shit as well considering he smokes medical weed for his back pain doesn’t bother me love my horror music allways will
Darkness again... i've been waiting
Not too many can see the subscribe button in the dark
Only we (dark ones) can see life beyond that point
Pause petit-déjeuner. Musique de détente. Ahhh ça fait du bien. 👍
Another great mix
I can't get the habitual queue of tourists snaking its way from the entrance of the tower out of my mind when I look at this. I just can't X'D
From 27:27-43:00 is phenomenal!!!!!!
ooh how mysterious. adding this to the sleepytime playlist so I can have dreams about being a vampire.
Good to see you here, stay bless and more grace.
I ❤ Cryo Chamber 🤘🤘🤘