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thank you anubis this existence for worlds

Anubis, wife was a cat that became unfaithful to him and died and she was not good enough to be brought back to life by him

I am Elixiret et Tiquilallmoist I pledge aleagence to her undrteorld gardions amen ❤

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Когда у меня было горе, мне так хотелось уйти куда-нибудь в лес и повыть там от души. Но куда ж тут уйдешь? Спасибо за эту музыку. Она выразит мои чувства без моих усилий. Очень красивый вокал и музыка. Слава Богу за все!

Each note in the wonderful gothic piano music resonates with profound emotion, weaving a tapestry of haunting beauty and raw sentiment.

can u make a yoruba ambience sound next

My story will be the greatest and most wonderful story ever written. My story is a story of sadness, pain, sufferment, evilness, cruelty, goodness, greatness, effort, motivation, inspiration, success, happiness, intelligence, truth, beauty, freedom, love and spirituality. For love and for God, I will overcome and I will win 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿✝️✝️✝️✝️✝️✝️✝️

The great, wonderful, powerful and magnificent history of The Ancient Egypt is by my side 🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠

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R(eli)gion(s) lies nor are we of b(i)b(les) lies

This track has such a haunting vibe! It really captures the essence of ancient Egypt. Perfect for setting a mysterious atmosphere!

I love this video of the templar's

The fallen gods will one day return among us. By his light, Ra will unite us. By his embrace, Anubis will guide us to our end. By his knowledge, Thoth will teach us the lore of the world.

Anùrkà paþar , anăkì amįr .❤

That's a good looking witch.

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Wow. I love it. I enjoy listening to it while reading books.

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The fact that Anubis chose to claim me as his Son when I was 7 years old REALLY made me a better person over the years. Thank you Lord Anubis for giving me access to the knowledge Thoth wanted us to possess

Thank you! Music is not terrible, it is great! Listening to this composition, it is as if you are tearing off the covering in the darkness of the brain layer by layer... Thank you!🤗🪷

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Anubis een nieuwe blauw van de bron van mij het is de beste en hij is nieuw de Voorspoedigheid huist iun mij ze hjaalt de nieuwe zielen bij de bron zal het sterker vertellen ze is de bron dus dat is het dame bedankt u bent de bron van de zielen en de ka wat geweldig hier ben ik erg blij mee doe ik het goed dit is een soortgenoot en het is mijn kleinzoon daar ik de vader van Osires ben hij zingt voor me in het MiddenOosten Egypte zijn liederen in de oude taal van Egypte Anubis je broer is hier ookHorus woot op twee hoog op de GrafinVanBurenLaan op twee hoog het nummer weet ik niet meer de masterboot van Horus ligt boven het Randebroekerbos en je moeder had het over een ruimteschip ik weet welke zij ik want het ligt er echt bioven het bos en het is erg groot erg groot geloof dat maar jij bent nog steeds in bedankt dat je antwoord gaf deze praat Nederlands bedankt hij is lekker zij je bedankt had laatst niks in toen moest ik wel de jouwe pakken dit is de nieuwe die er voor in de plaats kwam Anubis dit ben jij zeker weten zie het aan het schrijven de slimheid heb je van je moeder ze is hier in dit land de godin van het licht ISis John heeft haar ontvoerd de perfecte maten leeftijd en de rest ze is erg mooi je harde ka is er uit gehaald en staat op de beurs de 39ka stonden in SMI op de beurs ga er achter aan anderhalfjaar geleden schoof ik alles in jou maar het stond gelijk op de beurs!

In the shadowy halls of Versailles, whispers spread about a mesmerizing woman draped in scarlet silk who seemed to have a taste for the wealthy and powerful. She arrived at court without history, an exquisite mystery with raven-black hair cascading over her shoulders and piercing eyes that held a flicker of something dark. Men of influence could not resist her; her laughter was a low, throaty whisper that echoed in their minds long after she left their presence. Her name was Vivienne, though few knew it, and fewer dared to speak it aloud. Her every step seemed to weave a spell, each movement fluid and graceful, like the hypnotic glide of a serpent. One by one, the wealthiest lords of France found themselves ensnared in her allure, falling prey to her charms at lavish feasts and clandestine gatherings. Vivienne’s gaze would rest on her chosen victim, and it was as though she saw the very soul beneath his skin, peeling away his power, ambition, and greed with her eyes alone. She would lure them into the darkened corners of their own opulent estates, the scent of her perfume wrapping around them like smoke. There, in those secret moments, she would press her crimson lips to theirs, draining not just their passion but something far deeper-their essence, their vitality. Her victims would awake hollow, faces pale, spirits drained, and soon, one by one, they’d meet their end in ruin and madness, clutching at their throats in horror. Rumors began to grow among the elite, whispers of a curse that haunted those who drew too close to her. The bold and the desperate, however, still sought her out, each believing his wealth or wit could charm her better, that he could escape unscathed. But Vivienne was patient. Each conquest added to her power, her beauty growing ever more radiant, as though fed by the lives she consumed. And as France crept toward the brink of revolution, she watched the fall of her many victims from a shadowed corner, untouched and untouched by time, a living symbol of decadence and ruin cloaked in a velvet-red gown, waiting for her next prey.

2:27 That's from pirates of the caribbean

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Once, far beyond the edge of any map, there was a secluded cove hidden in fog, home to a siren whose songs had lured countless sailors to their end. She was feared by every sailor worth his salt, a creature of unspeakable beauty and dread who ruled the waves like a queen of death. Her voice was woven from sadness and rage, echoing in haunting melodies that danced over the water, drawing men into her embrace and to their doom. Yet, beneath her beauty lay a deep and aching loneliness; each ship that vanished beneath the waves was a reminder of her isolation, and every soul she claimed left her feeling colder. Until one night, through the mist, a lone ship anchored in her cove without fear-its captain standing tall and unshaken, gazing out at her with eyes that held no hint of terror, only a curious calm. Captain Rhys, a weathered pirate whose exploits had earned him a reputation as both a gentleman and a scoundrel, had long heard tales of the murderous siren who haunted these waters. But something in his heart led him there, a pull as strong as the currents beneath his ship. He came ashore each night, setting up a small fire on the rocky beach, waiting and watching, his presence a quiet invitation rather than a challenge. She’d emerge from the shadows of the water, cautious but intrigued, her curiosity growing with each visit. Slowly, she learned his story through their conversations-stories of the treasures he sought, the battles he fought, and the loneliness that crept into his heart with each journey. In him, she saw not prey but a mirror of her own solitude. And as days turned into weeks, she found herself entranced, singing not to lure him into the deep but to keep him close. The captain began to see a different side of the siren, a vulnerable side she had hidden for centuries. His gentle laughter softened her hardened heart, and his presence soothed the haunting memories of the countless lives she'd taken. The once-lethal siren found herself in the strangest of worlds-bound not by her songs but by love, a love so fierce it made her wish for the first time that she could walk beside him on solid land. She promised to protect his ship from her kin, keeping the waters safe as he ventured into unknown seas, only to return to her side time and again. Though they could never fully escape their worlds, in each other, they had found refuge-a pirate whose heart was tethered to the waves and a siren who, in loving him, found the peace she had sung of in longing all her life.

Anubis, my favorite❤ Egyptian god, very friendly and caring towards people. It's a pity that Hollywood has ruined his reputation.

This makes me feel like I'm playing Prince of Persia or like the older Assassin's Creed games

AUSTRALIA. DELETE. age 42. BANNED. UNINHABITABLE. YEAR 2010.

Once upon a time, in the vast, icy realms of the Norse heavens, Brynhildr, a valiant Valkyrie, soared on her silver-winged horse. Known for her unwavering strength and keen judgment, Brynhildr was a favored daughter of Odin, destined to guide fallen warriors to Valhalla. Yet she was restless, longing for something beyond her immortal duties. She questioned the battles she watched, the lives she claimed for the gods. In her heart, she nurtured a spark of rebellion against the forces that bound her, desiring a life that was her own, unchained from the orders of Odin and the laws of Asgard. One day, her fate was irrevocably changed when she defied Odin’s command to decide a battle in favor of one king over another. She sided with justice instead, crowning the righteous but less powerful king as the victor. Her disobedience incensed Odin, and he cast her down from the heavens, sentencing her to mortal sleep within a ring of fire. She would awaken only to a hero brave enough to walk through the flames. Yet, even as her eyes closed, Brynhildr was unafraid, for she would rather lie in eternal sleep than live without honor. Years passed, and tales of the flame-encircled maiden reached the ear of the hero Sigurd. Drawn by the tales of her courage, he rode to her prison, breaching the wall of fire. Awakened, Brynhildr saw in him a kindred spirit, one bound by honor and passion. Though they fell deeply in love, their romance was destined for sorrow, woven by jealous schemes and tragic betrayals. In the end, Brynhildr met her fate in fire once again, following Sigurd to the afterlife, proving that her loyalty-to love, to honor, to the eternal flame within her heart-could never be extinguished.

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