In A Dark Castle, On A Dark Throne, Sits a dead man, His regret none, All His Servants Deader than Him, and so on, And Yet, He And His Grinn Still aren't gone.
I must remember to listen to this as I write my story. It will definitely inspire me at the dark moments. 'As she drew her breath a shrill cry came from the east. She froze. "What was that?" She asked herself in a hushed tone. Her skin began to crawl as she heard someone... or something rushing towards her' Excerpt from my story; World of Two Moons. Adrian you have once again left me utterly speechless. BRAVO!
"Pain... Hate ... Anger ... Fear ... Emotions that I do not control, that expresses in me, every day, every second that passes, I feel ... I understand ... they make parts of me, they are my past, my present ... and my future ... Because ... I am the Dark Harvest, I cause the misfortune of others, the demon is near, and nothing will be able to counter it, because I am alone ... and I only feel ... the darkness that surrounds me."
+Scah Saint Agreed. There's way more to dark music than just evil vibe or one that gives fear. Dark music brings about a lot of emotions such as sadness, longing, or even beauty. Dark music can be enchanting as well. I can go on and on.
+lugina13 im sure we'd rather you didnt go on and on, because the majority think evil or fear when they hear dark music. not stupid shit like sadness and longing, if you want longing go listen to music taht isnt your shitty definition of dark.
+N7NobodyCats My opinion is obviously different than yours and if you don't like it then gtfo. Don't bother writing me stupid shit trying to start something cause you disagree with my opinion. Don't bother replying to this as I'm going to ignore you as well.
I think happiness and sadness both can be faked, it really depends on who it is. Someone can pretend to be sad for their own gain (to get attention), or pretend to be happy so no one knows that they're sad. Just my opinion, though. :)
SuperNova I wasn't exactly talking about how one feels these emotions but rather the nature of these emotions itself. I said sadness is more natural and true coz it brings u closer to reality of life while happiness keeps u in a state of ignorance. u grow up only through pain and suffering and not by enjoying happiness.
Mmm I have to disagree with you there. Most people think of the happy memories when reminiscing on their childhood. I think the reality and goal of life IS happiness, not sadness. No one enjoys being sad, and if they do, I think they should seek the help of a doctor. But like I said, these things are only my opinion.
Swirling around in a glass ball There stands a cliff, at the edge of the world At the very top, a girl starts to fall A black dress, and hair just curled No name, no identity She fell; this was not her destiny Swirling around in a glass ball There is a large mountain, touching the sky A forest lies beneath it, with trees so tall In there is a boy doomed to die No memorial, no headstone Just a corpse, rotting to bone Swirling around in a glass ball There is a canyon, with walls of rock Waking in there, is a man, with no answer to his call The echoes giggle, his voice they mock Missing in Action, or simply lost To lose his life, that is the cost Swirling around in a glass ball A grand mansion sits, filled with fun A woman stands alone, next to a wall Under her sleeve, fingering a gun Red paints the walls, their faces she mars All because they pushed her too far Down they go, gently, into the grave The beautiful, the charming, the witty, the brave Death takes all, death leaves none No survivors, no exceptions, your time has come
As I was listening to song, I'm reading this. My imagination took me too far. I see every scene and details. This is one of the most perfect short film that could be created. A girl who died because she thinks it is her destiny A boy who died without anything and anybody A man who wanted to die because he is crazy A woman who kills everyone who she deemed unworthy And the reaper, lurking in the castle walls, harvesting every soul, like an undertaker, ready to take your toll
The sealed kingdom had been like this since as far as anyone could remember. No one could trespass its forsaken boundaries, nor in or out. Same dark clouds gathered above the ruined castle, same dead silence over its darkened forests and marshes, broken only by the sorrowed howling of wolves and wind. And not a soul lived there. For he, he had killed them all. One by one they all been murdered by the hand of their king. In his madness, his desperate rage caused by his daughter's dreadful end he decided that no one else will live, no one else would deserve to live. Meanwhile his queen, not being able anymore to endure the pain of their great loss, embraced the sea from the height of the castle's north tower. All there was now, all that remained... the king, a fading shadow torn apart by sorrow and pain, more than hell itself could ever bear. But it was not the king who sealed the kingdom. He was a great warrior but not a sorcerer or a wizard or anything of that kind. Few are those to know the truth. In fact there has left only one of them. It was the wicked witch Suranamdre, well known for her habit to charm young girls and drown them in the black thick mud of Greenfog Marshes. And by mistake she sealed herself inside, along with the kingdom. Or maybe it was no mistake. Maybe the rumors were true. Rumors that she loved the king. A jealous, sick, cruel kind of love... Poor Anabelle... she had only 16 and eyes as blue as clear summer sky.
Is this story written by you. It gave me goose bumps. You're hell of a creator. I loved the story. Agonizing and scary at the same time. Kudos to such a creative storytelling.
" You can not help me for the sealed kingdom has sealed my fate, surrounded in darkness fear and hate, as I dance the dance of death and to think what could've been? If you had taken my hand. "
The sealed Kingdom in a horrifying place were the Werewolves howl chills the blood and sends ripples of fear down your spine a place that never sees the light but always the dead of night a place were the screams of the damned echo through the spectral wind, a wind that never feels warm but always an unnatrural cold like death itself is imbued within it and as the darkest part of the eternal night approaches the moon rises over the Fortress of the condemned and gleams its dreary light upon the kingdom making the land glow a ghastly silver just light enough to see were you are going but faint enough to not see what's hidden in the darkness the Birthplace of evil Land of eternal darkness this is the sealed Kingdom forever drenched in shadow
hidden within the trenches of eternity, lost in the currents of dream beneath the tides of time, lying broken in the cold, lifeless abyss in the place of wolves, that roam betwixt mortality and mortality's dream in a place of hidden demons, that dance upon the winds of mystery atop a lone mountain, assaulted through eternity by the howl of treachery so lies the Sealed Kingdom, forever drenched in shadow and so lies the darkness that once dwelt upon the land the darkness that once breathed that once walked that once thought that now lies in slumber, awaiting the day when the eternal companion of darkness shall awaken anew a companion by the name of Fate...
Slumbering in shadow, the stars beam down faint light In the moonlight, they respect the interlopers In the darkness, twisted inside reality people will now believe my story of. The sealed kingdom, in slumber the blood night keeps the morning dew away The lost tale, of this damned place will be sealed away, until its legend fades, then all... will be true
See what happened here? We've got a writer's one-ups-manship contest here, and I love it! This is awesome! My turn (But because my poetry is the boring kind that is chiefly concerned with rhyme, I shall embark upon an exposition of a story that does not exist): Beneath melancholy black clouds and above mystic black waters lies the Cursed Castle of Ages Old; the castle long abandoned by the living and captured by haunted souls of those not yet fully dead lies in a plane of forgotten time evermore. The sun has forgotten what that place looks like and the darkness has erased the glory that once shone out radiantly from the splendid nation. Now it is little more than the sporting grounds of ghouls and monsters worse than can the dark woods hold. The dark stone road greets no travelers and the mountainous landscape conceals the skeleton of a castle from any would be adventurous soul who may by chance find the relic of a nation and wish to exploit it. Such places should never be found by such people, for certain agony is the only outcome. Shadows fade into darkness and mist vanishes into black rock. Such things should never be seen by men. Yeah, i really can't do fantasy that well...
"Your Kingdom shall be sealed away from the outside world. Where you will rule, forever alone." "And forever I shall rule. That is my duty as King." *It was then The King of None turned his back on the sorcerer, taking long prideful strides up the steps which lead back to his Kingdom. His eternal throne.* *Not once did the King look back, for he could already feel the thickness of the dark fog fall heavily around his lonely world, indicating that the Sorcerer has indeed, sealed his kingdom away forever.* "Paradise is a prison if one cannot leave. But Paradise nonetheless."
To me, this song sounds more emotional than dark. The story I get from it goes like this: A kingdom sealed away for centuries by those who did not understand its magic and so feared those who dwelled there. The wolves howl in mourning for the loss of the light this kingdom once knew; the radiance with which it would shine and the glory it stood for long ago. All of that buried beneath the sands of time, because of fools who could not bother to learn what wisdom this kingdom's people had to tell nor to share what they had with them. It fell to ruin because of ignorance and paranoia. The kingdom buckles beneath the weight of the world, crumbling to dust like the stars that fell around it, and weeps for what it lost. The Heavens weep for this kingdom as well; an eternal rainfall that drowned all plantlife and turned this once lush land barren. No more is joyous laughter heard in the villages. No longer do the birds sing in the trees. What has become of this kingdom's fate is nothing but ashes in the wake of the lightning storm. All that can be heard to even signify it was once there is the mournful howl of the wolves, entwined with the voice of the wind that carries the last sounds of life back to where they came from; the other side of the veil.
Wow... I love this piece so much...Adrian is really a remarkable musician who connects "soul" with his music. Every time when I listen to his music, just like a corresponding part of my soul is refined. And my deep feeling which is never understood by the others, is expressed by this type of music...
Dark, goth anthem like this reminds me that being sad is ok. Being depressed is ok. Feeling give up is okay. It makes companionship, with sense of peace and comfort to the misery. We embrace negativities in dealing with them, then only we could flow to heal. Forcing and faking positivity all the way make us more in denial, foolish, trying too hard and wound harder yet still not stepping ahead real by skipping the dark phase. Not everybody has similar speed and method of coping, some need more time and absorption to it. We need darkness to see the light. As how we should not fall deeper to the darkness, we shouldn't force it to leave either, but to flow with it, play with it and rise from it.
@Christopher Kupetz How about you keep your sarcastic tone to yourself? He was just pointing the fact that the wolves goes well with the music. No matter how I see it, the wolves sounds were added to the music. So no, they weren't part of the original track, it was just added to create a spooky ambience. It's possible to answer a question without being a sarcastic jerk, you know?
@Christopher Kupetz This is getting really entertaining. I'm trying to speak with reason and logic to you but apparently, you can't understand it. So just because I disagree with your methods, you want to “slap the crap outta me like the pussy I am”... Normally, I would have called you an idiot, but seen how you deal with people, I will simply say “grow-up” since you are obviously not a mature being capable of understanding anything. The fact that you want to fight me, a complete STRANGER, that did nothing to you in the first place led me to that conclusion. And if you are not a child or an unstable teenager, please, in society's name, go get some help. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a book to write, not that I dislike putting you in your place, but I do need to work.
Imagine back then, when you would see a wolf minimum 100 meters away from your backyard. Now there's less wolves and animals in general thanks to industry.
Ah, Flame Wars, they're always amusing. My way of winning? Tell the other person something I am currently watching, i.e watching someone being slowly tortured to death by rusty scissors, parts of their body being cut off starting with the eyes and ending with the top half of the jaw. That is the only thing left on this Earth that makes me smile.
☽ *_I'm waking up from a nightmare... I’m in the middle of the woods..._* ☾ ~ *It's night*... _The darkness is encroaching the forest, preventing me from finding my way back home. The only light that I can see is the full white moon... That I can't even see very clearly because it's hiding behind these dark tall trees and their dancing leaves._ ~ *It's noisy*... _But I don't know what's noisier... The waterfall that is running down furiously... The wind that is making every leaf tremble... The wolves that are howling at the moon that not even they can see... Or my weeping sorrow that is slowly consuming me._ ~ And at the same time... *it’s quiet*... _The sound of my beating heart and scared breathing is making me go deaf. It is so loud... But as loud as all this might be, my constant shouting is only making the silence even deeper. How did I even get here? Last time I remember I was happy... Surrounded by the ones that I love… I don't know what happened but I’m scared. Why am I here?_ ~ *It's cold*... _I'm wearing this white dirty ripped dress that is not even covering my entire body... The merciless night wind that is touching my bare skin is making me shiver... But not more than I was already shivering when I found myself into the middle of nowhere with this loose piece of clothing that is aimlessly floating around my body._ ~ *It’s scary*... _I don’t want to be here. This is not where I belong... Not anymore. I want to go back to my beloved ones but how? I don’t know the way back home and there’s no one here to guide me back..._ ~ And at the same time... *it’s peaceful*... _As much as all this torments me, it is also giving me comfort because what I’m feeling right now is not something that I want my dear ones to see. But why am I feeling like this? My heart is so heavy it is making my eyes shed endless tears that are immediately drying and freezing on my face._ ~ _I am now being held hostage of the night sky and of the solid ground beneath me that are leading me farther and farther away from home. But what is this syncing noise that I am hearing? It sounds like a clock. A clock that is ticking because it knows that the end of it all is near. This sound is making me lose my mind!!! How do I make it stop…??!_ But then, suddenly, *_I'm waking up from THAT nightmare!!_* Except, I then realize: *_It wasn't a nightmare..._* *☹*
Of all the tracks in your two hour "Dark Music" video, this one's my favorite. It's what I was hoping for when I first listened to it. I love the feeling it gives off, the feeling that there may be something lurking in the darkness, so you'd better be careful.
Well, if everyone is going to post a poem then I might as well: You wander up that winding path Enfolded by the veil of night You wander to that dark kingdom Bathed in an eerie white The sea churns and wolves howl The wind whistles and moans As you go to that dark kingdom So very littered with bones You wander down ancient streets Still enraptured by the moon You wander blood stained streets Where bodies of the dead are strewn You wander to the center where A shadow stands still in wait It turns its head to look at you And in its eyes you see your fate You see pure torture and the pain Run, maybe it’s not too late To forget what you have already seen To forget you saw your fate You run, you run all the way back Away from the city which did taint The little light left in your soul You run, you run until you fall and faint And in the morning you awake No clue of that city there would seem You see the sea and the path, but not a city in sight And there can be no doubt It must have been a dream?
Dark is the night, the path is veiled in a thick mist casting everything in mystery. Trees even darker then the night throw their skeletal limbs into the moonless sky like the dead frozen into agony for all eternity on this endless, lonely path. I walk the path, lost and confused, looking for something to show me the way, something to let me know I am not the only living creature wandering these lands. SOon in the distance a castle appears, looming on a hight cliff at the end of the path. As if it was waiting for me, waiting for... A howl breaks the silence, haunting, so close, so close to me. I turn around. It is too late. It is already there. I start running towards the castle, hoping, wishing... I die. A lone wolfe howls in the night as my life drains away. The sealed kingdome is again cast in eerie, eternal silence.
A great silence settled over the land after the battle came to an end. The screams of the Celestial’s two lost comrades echoed in her head, as she watched The Protector’s world, his finest creation, close itself off to protect its people. The distressed calls from inside, as they pleaded for their creator, were lost as the door shut. Kiromah knew, that even as horrid and powerful as the witch was, her brothers could not be killed. She could not however, figure out what the witch had done to them to make them disappear as they did. She had lost her sight for a minute after being struck down, and had not seen her brother’s fate, so she had no idea where or how to look for them. To her surprise the witch was nowhere in sight, which was strange. Maybe they were able to defeat her, she thought, but dismissed the hope, as she looked with despair at the once grass covered mountainside she stood next to. It had been stripped of all living things, and left with a black stain where the battle between her two beloved brothers, and that horrid witch, Morgana, had taken place. The only life to be heard or seen elsewhere, was a mother and her two twin sons, on the other side of the mountain. They had taken to the forest in the valley, hoping for shelter from the battle, but had been met by more danger, judging by their calls for help. Kiramoh changed into her human form and went to aid them. Upon nearing their place of refuge, she saw one of her brothers, Anikeyri’s, creations, slinking away on the forest floor. A green, medium sized dragon with no wings, and enough poison in its sharp claws to kill ten men. She wondered what it was doing awake during the day, it being a nocturnal serpent, then looked to where the mother and sons were hiding, immediately understanding their cries of distress she’d heard. She went to them and quickly led them away from the dragon’s den in the ground, taking one of the children from the mother’s shaking arms as they ran. The child whimpered and held his face as blood seeped through his small fingers. The came to a clearing in the valley, and stopped. Kiromah sat down with the child in her arms, tearing up as she realized what had happened. The mother held the boy’s twin in fear and bewilderment, stuttering as she tried to form words with what little breath she had. “Deep breaths,” Kiromah told her, “now what happened?” The woman held her son and closed her eyes, calming herself down. "We were on the other side of the mountain, and there was thunder and screaming in the sky, but no storm. Then a great light like lightning shot down at us, so we ran to the forest." She pointed to the boy in Kiromah's arms. "My son, Deur, ran ahead of us, and hid in a small hole in the ground, which was apparentl-" "The den of a Slihteri." Kiromah finished her sentence for her. She gently took the boys trembling hands from his face. Three long claw marks covered his right side, and she could even see the dragon's poison, turning the boys leaking blood green. His skin was a sickly white, and felt cold to the touch. Kiromah felt sick. She knew that only her brother Anikeyri, who had made the Slihteri dragons, could save the child, but he was lost, along with their brother Emeiraytay. She shed a tear, running her fingers through the boys brown curls. "Is he going to be alright?" His mother asked anxiously. Kiromah couldn’t find the words to answer, she just sat there cradling the child, tears running down her cheeks. The boy’s twin struggled out of his mother’s arms and ran to his dying brother, muttering gibberish. “Takar no.” His mother called, only to be ignored. He put his hand on his brother Deur’s shoulder and looked up at Kiromah. “Lightning,” he said the best he could. “Someone in trouble.” Kiromah looked confused. Their mother picked Takar up and apologized. “He’s been going on about someone else in trouble when Deur got hurt, but there was no one there when I found them.” Takar kept insisting he saw something, but did not make much sense. Kiromah dismissed it and looked back at his brother in her arms. He looked as if he were trying to open his eyes, which were stuck shut with dried blood and tears, so she decided to help him. She ripped a strip of fabric from her dress, and dipped it into a small stream close by, cleaning his face gently. He cried out when she touched his wound, so she stopped. It had stopped bleeding so there wasn’t much point in cleaning it she thought, he didn’t have long as it was. To her surprise however, he started to feel warm, the color returning to his cheeks and hands. She watched as his eyes fluttered open, immediately showing her something was not right. “Ma’am,” Kiromah asked Deur’s mother. “What color were your son's eyes before?” "Grey, why do you ask?" The boy looked up at Kiromah, his eyes glowing white. She felt a strange gnawing feeling as she met his blank stare. Aside from the wounds on his face, there was nothing wrong with him. "Something's not right," Kiromah said under her breath. She turned to Takar and quickly read the boy's thoughts, immediately finding an answer. Deur's brother had run to catch up to him in the forest, and had seen the dragon strike him down, but had also seen something far worse. Deur lay on the ground, pale and cold, his grey eyes staring blankly at the trees above him as blood leaked from his wounds. The dragon quickly crept away, as a tall figure, shrouded in a black mist appeared at the seen. They pulled back their dark hood to reveal the pale face of the witch. With her black hair array, she took out a long, black rope, tied to a small glowing stone. She muttered something under her breath, and the stone quickly disappeared, two glowing white figures appearing in its place. Kiromah gasped, as she watched Morgana kneel down to examine Deur's lifeless body. Her brothers saw Takar as he hid behind a rock and watched them cry for help, trying to break out of the witch's spell. Morgana turned to them and struck with another spell. There was a bright flash of light as they disappeared again, their screams fading away to nothing. Morgana smiled and vanished as well, leaving silence behind her. Quickly Takar ran to his brother and shook him as tears welled up in his fear stricken eyes. Deur sprung awake and screamed, his eyes wild and glowing different colors. The twins clung to each other until their mother arrived, then the image faded. Kiromah tried to read Deur's mind as he slowly came back to normal in her arms, but no image came to her head. Instead, she heard familiar screaming, then silence once more. The boy reached out to touch her tear stained face, his eyes fading to a deep blue color. He whimpered slightly and hugged her, burying his face into her chest. His mother sighed with relief and hugged the older twin, assuring him all would be well. Kiromah stared blankly at the ground, taking in all she'd seen, and regretting it.
This is one of the best musics that i have listened in my entire life! I can even create a complete epic history based on that song... Thanks for existing Adrian von Ziegler.
Darkness Isn't always evil Light Isn't always good When something dark Is sealed by the light In this context It means the world has lost But maybe The heir to the throne Can save us From this... ...evil Enter: Arzor Darkwing
only now have I found this song Adrian, holy cow man. thank you for the amazing work you do I'm listening to this song daily, and strangely enough it is calming and soothing for me really apreciate it.
I used to be good at these, not any more but here we go You want to know where I was born You want to know why my soul is torn When human flesh is eaten like corn And monster impale with mighty horn The lost and sealed Kingdome Built on the bones of a martyrdom Where wolves roam killing free And from which no survivor can flee With horror its shadow makes you numb This is from where I come This is why from hate my heart does hum This darkness that rule I shall fight This darkness which scares away the light This is where I was born This is why my soul is torn
So dark.. Mystic, evil and dangerous. The silence that surrounds, invades and watches.. This is truly a masterpiece. Luring evil, dark beings shadowing you.. The calling music of enchanted darkness that awaits you to accept it...
This song is a total representation of my D&D character in song form. It's equally as terrifying as it is sad--reflecting his backstory and nature, but with an overall brighter tune compared to other songs of this nature; reflecting of his will to change and right the wrongs he had done. But in the end, he will always go down in history as a villain for his actions--or will just be forgotten as just another lost soul
Why does your music always make my chest tight? Make me think of how things could have been only if I'd tried? It lights a fire in my heart, a burning desire to release the emotions I keep bottled up.
this is so Hauntingly beautiful.....the feelings i get from this is like exploring an old abandoned Castle that had such dark history in it that even the village spirits still walks the streets in Limbo
From once came shadows of the dawn. And from the shadows came the men who were lost do to time. And time has come past by as the darkness wept the old. As the silent dead slept in the quiet and the cold. Sleeping comfortably in their beds, the darkness rose by another day. The day that never was, darkness closed it eyes. And the weary rested happy tears and silent cries. Another night shone like moon, but shadows waited for the noon. And moon was loaning for wolves, who howled for light. Times of the old past by as souls returned to night...
As this begins to play I envision a warrior of the night walking slowly up to this castle.He stops,only to yearn at it from the same point of view as us. He stands there,his once silver armour is now covered in the dirt of the land,telling us of his long journey and the obstacles he has overcome just to reach this moment in time to avenge the wrong that the king has done to him so many moons ago. Initially a knight of the castle,serving it with all his heart,having proceeded to do everything in his power to protect it and it's people,this has now become the driving force behind his quest for vengeance. Long ago,while the sun shined and the people were happy,a new king had been crowned.This King was a man of great influence and loved by all.Over the years,he had formed an unbreakable bond with one of his faithful Knights'.This being fairly uncommon for a king and a knight,allowed their friendship to be envied. One night,when the dark clouds came to engulf the castle in darkness,an evil force came with it.This evil force took control of the king and persuaded him to wrongly rule over the people of the land and allow the darkness to take hold.The king,having tried to fight it off, was too weak and the darkness took control.It now not only controlled the king,but proceeded to cover the rest of the land in darkness. The once faithful knight was now shocked by the kings new evil behaviour.He tried his best to go against the king,but this attempt at treason did not go unnoticed by the newly formed dark Knights. The DarkKing ordered for his new dark Knights to kill his once best friend.They took him far out into the woods,where they brutally beat him for hours and left him for dead. On the cold,wet dirt amongst the thick of the woods he lied.Now feeling his spirit begin to break,he turns over to face the sky.He lays there,waiting for death to take him. All he sees are dark clouds,not a single star in the sky,until a peek of the moon becomes visible.There it was,light in this darkness. The Silver knight now having realised this hope,abruptly dragged himself along the ground to the point of exhaustion.He passed out. He awakens in the room of a land's persons cottage.His wounds already wrapped and a fireplace spewing warmth.Eventually many months go by and he has lived in this village,worked in this village,and trained in this village. In all this time,the DarkKing has summoned monsters of the night to roam the woods. Silver Knight now begins his journey back to the castle to save the land and his friend,but most importantly the king,from this darkness. Along the way,now armed with his new skills and drive to defeat the darkness, he fights the various monsters that now populate the woods.It is only after all the battles in the woods are won that he finally reaches the castle. He sees it as we see it. Tired after the battles with the monsters of the woods,he knows that he will have to fight his way up to the DarkKing's room,each level of the castle posing a new distinct monster boss to defeat. A sudden flashback of the events that took place the night that he was to be killed over power him,and he is left with the determination that he needs to end this darkness once and for all.
I feel that this kingdom was once a glorious place with light and roses red but soon all that came to an end the light was gone and the roses turned black the kingdom that was once open with fresh light has now become sealed with its secrets in delight and now lives in eternal darkness
Behold and, despair The Sealed Kingdom. Where ancient horrors sleep, where howling demons hunt the living, where the wailing damned haunt the land, where life is cheap but pain is eternal. Woe to those who enter The Dark Kingdom.
there's something about this music and artwork. it brings visions to my mind that the sealed kingdom is exactly that: sealed. and if you were to find your way in, you would find things that, while dark, were not exactly evil. spectors and spirits, werewolves and vampires. and once you came out again, you would be unsure how you felt, and wonder whether it was all a dream. like a dark version of narnia.
Dark = Absence of life and emptiness, no. Lot of creatures lives inside the dark. Like bats. Evil = Absence of law, no. Law are made by humans and by extension, is defected and subjective. Sometimes, law protects the evil, such is why corruption is abound.
Deine Musik ist Unendliche Inspiration für mich beim malen und schreiben natürlich auch. Gott sei Dank das es Dich gibt. Damit geht es schneller als gedacht voran. LG Florian Langer
The sealed kingdom They speak of it so hauntingly as if they understand what it means, or even what it might be The sealed kingdom, They speak of it so definitely, yet only those who have lived with the shadows that appear when the barest form of light seep into their black hearts have seen it The sealed kingdom A place where happiness used to trot alongside every step of the way Where normality is what makes you insane The sealed kingdom, O' how it was Until they tried to open up the gates The sealed kingdom, My home, how unfortunate that successful were they. The sealed kingdom, where reckoning has been brought upon it's enemies and it's kin The sealed kingdom, where your heart is your enemy and your mind is your friend The sealed kingdom, is not a place that you see, it is a place that lives within...
It's cold. And dark. All I see is a forest path lit by unfeeling moonlight. An ancient creature bays to the jet-black sky with a call that aches with loneliness. Loneliness and hunger. How could I let myself think this would turn out ok? How could I allow myself to believe that maybe I could survive coming over the wall? Nobody has before. And I'm sure I will not be the first. So why was I entranced by the mysterious thrall of the woodland realm beyond? No, I know. I understand why. Something calls for me. A deep, strong, soul-grabbing lust that draws me deeper and deeper into this forsaken place, hunting for that which eludes me, the cause of this stubborn seduction. 'There is no going back...' I turn and run towards an ink-black blot in the trail. No, just another shadow. I'm chasing shadows of shadows without a clue of what I've done to myself. 'They say there's a curse....' Am I going nowhere quickly? The grand mansion, the sprawling village, laid low by fire and abandoned by all souls of my world, it seems to stretch on as though this path never ends. 'They say that the called are special. Dangerous. Evil...' I'm going mad, there is no other explanation. I hear whispers and giggles and more roaring calls from the forest around me. No, I've surely lost what hold I had on my mind just as I let myself over the wall. 'They say that it's sealed for a reason. Never traverse the wall, or you go mad. You become one of them...' Out of the darkness, I hear someone. I turn and turn and turn and the voice comes from everywhere and nowhere. 'You change. And once you change...' It is in my mind. It whispers to me, asks me to let it kill me. Yes. Come closer, my quarry. Let me feast on your bones, your heart, your flesh. Come closer. Let me hear your screams of agony, 'letmego' your shrieks of dear god, what is this hell, 'nopleaseleavemealone' let me taste your blood it's so sweet and perfect just what I wanted, 'stoppleaseimbeggingyou' I want it to kill me now. Kill me and spare me this torture. I'm begging you. Kill me. I feel claws rake me, then one bite. Two. Four. Ten. And my heart goes cold. And my vision blurs and darkens. My body freezes and lies still. '......you are never the same.' It's cold. And dark. All I see is a forest path lit by unfeeling moonlight. An ancient creature bays to the jet-black sky with a call that aches with loneliness. Loneliness and hunger. This time, the beast is me.
@@TheTrichSurvivor believe me, I literally feel blessed lol. Like a writer is still alive after 5 years. It's great to see that. Where can I read more writings from you? Any socials?
My only social is my ao3 account where I’ve uploaded a small amount of fanfiction for My Hero Academia. You can find me at LightUpTheNight if that’s your cup of tea.
My DM once used this for a session where our party was trapped in an abandoned haunted mining village with fog that turned you back into the village if you tried to leave, bathed in perpetual darkness. It was one of the best parts of our adventure as far as ambience went. And so, years later in real time when a capital city of an empire we were supposed to siege was somehow overrun by Zombies and made impossible to leave if wandered into its foggy interior, I'm pretty sure our DM started playing this music again, and we were suddenly nervous that the old mining village had come back to haunt us (and sure enough, the reason for it was connected).
The Vampire Prince In a kingdom not to far Stood a prince, brave and bold And in the kingdom was a maiden with a heart of gold On a cold winters eve, the prince went for a walk When a beautiful maiden rushed toward him full of fear and fright The Prince had stopped her and asked her what was wrong The maiden said that tonight was feasting night For every December, the vampires come to dine on human blood So rich, so red, enough to fill one with need The Prince was bit by one so thirsty he began to fall As he lay crouched in the snow the prince began to bleed The maiden took him to his castle praying for his life She opened the door talking him inside She hadn't seen such beauty till now for she was very poor When the prince was nice and healed he thanked the maiden till dawn She told him not to stress, for it was her pleasure She opened the door and set on her way But that was when he realised, that she was quite the treasure The Prince insisted that she stay with him forever The maiden decided not to argue for he was very kind The Prince had felt a new emotion with this new mysterious maiden And as they spent time together their love began to unwind The Prince and Maiden were married Filled with joy and glee But the maiden began to worry For he was changing you see The Vampires curse had finally come upon the Prince He snatched the maiden and drank her blood from every vain There she lay before him, dead and on the ground And when he realised what he'd done he was filled with pain The castle gates were locked, no one had seen the Prince No one knows what happened no one but him you see He could never show his face again for he was filled with grieve And every night she wished for her back with a crying plee The kingdom was forgotten No one seemed to care Everyone had left But the Prince was still there He swore to never love again Till he avenged her soul He promised to avenge her, but if he failed He would never again feel whole And that is the story of the Vampire Prince, and his Kingdom
“ Love is that beautiful feeling when a special soul invites you to an unknown universe....the universe that opens a world of happiness, of joy, of smiles, of laughter, of light from the Lord. But not many are privileged enough to enter this kingdom of love. But you deserve it. You’re an angel, you’re charming, you’re perfect, you’re that guy who stole me heart without permission. Now it’s locked away in that strange universe of love...please bring it back....if you cannot, just come hug me and sprout in me that sentiment of LOVE❤️....”
anyone else think that the sealed kingdom sounds like a good title for a book?
faladon863 yeah
Exactly
Good think👍
Yes
me too
faladon863
i'm going to do this book right now wait for me world
“Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!”
-Dracula
Joshua Horrigan From Bram Stoker’s movie, and I believe his novel .
I was there when he said that.....
“Music of the night” Phantom of the Opera
Ja, Dracu’!
Dracula - the movie
DM Sammy i-
This is the song that is played as you sit in the dark, staring at the fireplace, plotting and scheming.
Mr. Eniwetok same.
We've got to have... money!
Now I want to plot out my scheme....
Or as you stand at a window, watching the midnight rain, knowing the world is ending and there's nothing you can do to stop it.
*and there he sat, in his old leather bound chair staring into the fireplace, silent as a mouse plotting his revenge against those who wronged him.*
In A Dark Castle,
On A Dark Throne,
Sits a dead man,
His regret none,
All His Servants Deader than
Him, and so on,
And Yet,
He And His Grinn
Still aren't gone.
Wtf this is awesome!!👏👏
Sounds like something from Skyrim lol
Sounds like the Hanged King.
That's dark as fuck. Real Devil
Awesome!
Composer: Releases dark thematic music.
Comment section: I'm something of a deep, tortured soul myself.
I CAN RELATE TOOO
What's deep and tortured?
I can't relate.
I experience things darker than that.
Me as well honey
So true
*My pain is beyond human understanding*
A leak of water fell in the back of my shirt landing on my neck and back
Amazing how the wolf howl actually feels like it’s part of the song and not just a creepy background noise.
I must remember to listen to this as I write my story. It will definitely inspire me at the dark moments. 'As she drew her breath a shrill cry came from the east. She froze. "What was that?" She asked herself in a hushed tone. Her skin began to crawl as she heard someone... or something rushing towards her' Excerpt from my story; World of Two Moons. Adrian you have once again left me utterly speechless. BRAVO!
I want to be in this castle!
How interesting it is!
Me too
Me too
Me too but be careful it must be sealed for a reason
Me too
"Pain... Hate ... Anger ... Fear ... Emotions that I do not control, that expresses in me, every day, every second that passes, I feel ... I understand ... they make parts of me, they are my past, my present ... and my future ... Because ... I am the Dark Harvest, I cause the misfortune of others, the demon is near, and nothing will be able to counter it, because I am alone ... and I only feel ... the darkness that surrounds me."
This awesome mate
to me this isnt evil. i dont consider dark things to be evil. they are very different. i like this music its like a peaceful sad lullaby in a way.
Same. It's not evil, just...
Sad. Lamenting.
Yeah well everybody have their own interpretation. Also, something dark isn't necessarily evil. As long as it gives you the subjective vibe.
+Scah Saint Agreed. There's way more to dark music than just evil vibe or one that gives fear. Dark music brings about a lot of emotions such as sadness, longing, or even beauty. Dark music can be enchanting as well. I can go on and on.
+lugina13 im sure we'd rather you didnt go on and on, because the majority think evil or fear when they hear dark music. not stupid shit like sadness and longing, if you want longing go listen to music taht isnt your shitty definition of dark.
+N7NobodyCats My opinion is obviously different than yours and if you don't like it then gtfo. Don't bother writing me stupid shit trying to start something cause you disagree with my opinion. Don't bother replying to this as I'm going to ignore you as well.
I like simple use of notes like this, there's something sad and lonely about them. And I don't know, sad seems happy for deep people.
+SuperNova imo it's not exactly happy but sadness seems rather real and true unlike happiness which i think is shallow and fake
I think happiness and sadness both can be faked, it really depends on who it is. Someone can pretend to be sad for their own gain (to get attention), or pretend to be happy so no one knows that they're sad. Just my opinion, though. :)
SuperNova I wasn't exactly talking about how one feels these emotions but rather the nature of these emotions itself. I said sadness is more natural and true coz it brings u closer to reality of life while happiness keeps u in a state of ignorance. u grow up only through pain and suffering and not by enjoying happiness.
Mmm I have to disagree with you there. Most people think of the happy memories when reminiscing on their childhood. I think the reality and goal of life IS happiness, not sadness. No one enjoys being sad, and if they do, I think they should seek the help of a doctor. But like I said, these things are only my opinion.
LeesiGalaxy
thats some deep shit (thing) m8
Swirling around in a glass ball
There stands a cliff, at the edge of the world
At the very top, a girl starts to fall
A black dress, and hair just curled
No name, no identity
She fell; this was not her destiny
Swirling around in a glass ball
There is a large mountain, touching the sky
A forest lies beneath it, with trees so tall
In there is a boy doomed to die
No memorial, no headstone
Just a corpse, rotting to bone
Swirling around in a glass ball
There is a canyon, with walls of rock
Waking in there, is a man, with no answer to his call
The echoes giggle, his voice they mock
Missing in Action, or simply lost
To lose his life, that is the cost
Swirling around in a glass ball
A grand mansion sits, filled with fun
A woman stands alone, next to a wall
Under her sleeve, fingering a gun
Red paints the walls, their faces she mars
All because they pushed her too far
Down they go, gently, into the grave
The beautiful, the charming, the witty, the brave
Death takes all, death leaves none
No survivors, no exceptions, your time has come
Wow, it's brilliant
amazing you have talent
is this real lyric?
As I was listening to song, I'm reading this. My imagination took me too far. I see every scene and details. This is one of the most perfect short film that could be created.
A girl who died because she thinks it is her destiny
A boy who died without anything and anybody
A man who wanted to die because he is crazy
A woman who kills everyone who she deemed unworthy
And the reaper,
lurking in the castle walls,
harvesting every soul,
like an undertaker,
ready to take your toll
They say death takes no sides, but people *gladly take her's.*
The sealed kingdom had been like this since as far as anyone could remember. No one could trespass its forsaken boundaries, nor in or out. Same dark clouds gathered above the ruined castle, same dead silence over its darkened forests and marshes, broken only by the sorrowed howling of wolves and wind. And not a soul lived there. For he, he had killed them all. One by one they all been murdered by the hand of their king. In his madness, his desperate rage caused by his daughter's dreadful end he decided that no one else will live, no one else would deserve to live. Meanwhile his queen, not being able anymore to endure the pain of their great loss, embraced the sea from the height of the castle's north tower. All there was now, all that remained... the king, a fading shadow torn apart by sorrow and pain, more than hell itself could ever bear. But it was not the king who sealed the kingdom. He was a great warrior but not a sorcerer or a wizard or anything of that kind.
Few are those to know the truth. In fact there has left only one of them. It was the wicked witch Suranamdre, well known for her habit to charm young girls and drown them in the black thick mud of Greenfog Marshes. And by mistake she sealed herself inside, along with the kingdom. Or maybe it was no mistake. Maybe the rumors were true. Rumors that she loved the king. A jealous, sick, cruel kind of love...
Poor Anabelle... she had only 16 and eyes as blue as clear summer sky.
I got CHILLS!!! Did you write this?.????!!!!!
Wow why don't you write a book
Contrary to what people are saying, dont write a book, and it's not chilling.
Ce trist😭💔
Is this story written by you. It gave me goose bumps. You're hell of a creator. I loved the story. Agonizing and scary at the same time. Kudos to such a creative storytelling.
The line "I'll make them pay for what they've done to me." gose very well whit this song.
It is musically a piece, not a song. Songs are with lyrics. Hope it helps.
Soon 🃏🤫
" You can not help me for the sealed kingdom has sealed my fate, surrounded in darkness fear and hate, as I dance the dance of death and to think what could've been? If you had taken my hand. "
As a writer of dark poetry this music has become my muse...
You need Jesus ⚘
Christina P ok bible thumper
as a writer of dark poetry this music has become my muse
I'm a novelist. This sure does entice me.
Why don't ya share some of your poems
Wow, I just can't stop listening to this over and over again. Its just so perfectly mysteriously dark.
The sealed Kingdom in a horrifying place
were the Werewolves howl chills the blood and sends ripples of fear down your spine
a place that never sees the light but always the dead of night
a place were the screams of the damned echo through the spectral wind,
a wind that never feels warm but always an unnatrural cold
like death itself is imbued within it
and as the darkest part of the eternal night approaches
the moon rises over the Fortress of the condemned
and gleams its dreary light upon the kingdom making the land glow a ghastly silver
just light enough to see were you are going
but faint enough to not see what's hidden in the darkness
the Birthplace of evil Land of eternal darkness
this is the sealed Kingdom forever drenched in shadow
hidden within the trenches of eternity, lost in the currents of dream
beneath the tides of time, lying broken in the cold, lifeless abyss
in the place of wolves, that roam betwixt mortality and mortality's dream
in a place of hidden demons, that dance upon the winds of mystery
atop a lone mountain, assaulted through eternity by the howl of treachery
so lies the Sealed Kingdom, forever drenched in shadow
and so lies the darkness that once dwelt upon the land
the darkness that once breathed
that once walked
that once thought
that now lies in slumber, awaiting the day
when the eternal companion of darkness shall awaken anew
a companion by the name
of Fate...
TsurugisFlame God dammit you guys are brilliant
Well we are writers/poets lol its what we do.
Slumbering in shadow, the stars beam down faint light
In the moonlight, they respect the interlopers
In the darkness, twisted inside reality
people will now believe my story of.
The sealed kingdom, in slumber
the blood night keeps the morning dew away
The lost tale, of this damned place
will be sealed away, until its legend fades, then all...
will be true
See what happened here? We've got a writer's one-ups-manship contest here, and I love it! This is awesome! My turn (But because my poetry is the boring kind that is chiefly concerned with rhyme, I shall embark upon an exposition of a story that does not exist):
Beneath melancholy black clouds and above mystic black waters lies the Cursed Castle of Ages Old; the castle long abandoned by the living and captured by haunted souls of those not yet fully dead lies in a plane of forgotten time evermore. The sun has forgotten what that place looks like and the darkness has erased the glory that once shone out radiantly from the splendid nation. Now it is little more than the sporting grounds of ghouls and monsters worse than can the dark woods hold. The dark stone road greets no travelers and the mountainous landscape conceals the skeleton of a castle from any would be adventurous soul who may by chance find the relic of a nation and wish to exploit it. Such places should never be found by such people, for certain agony is the only outcome. Shadows fade into darkness and mist vanishes into black rock. Such things should never be seen by men.
Yeah, i really can't do fantasy that well...
"Your Kingdom shall be sealed away from the outside world. Where you will rule, forever alone."
"And forever I shall rule. That is my duty as King."
*It was then The King of None turned his back on the sorcerer, taking long prideful strides up the steps which lead back to his Kingdom. His eternal throne.*
*Not once did the King look back, for he could already feel the thickness of the dark fog fall heavily around his lonely world, indicating that the Sorcerer has indeed, sealed his kingdom away forever.*
"Paradise is a prison if one cannot leave. But Paradise nonetheless."
I felt that.
This was really nice...
Wow
Beautiful and meaningful all at once. A tragic tale, with meaning we can take to heart.
Thank you all for taking the time reading this.
To me, this song sounds more emotional than dark.
The story I get from it goes like this:
A kingdom sealed away for centuries by those who did not understand its magic and so feared those who dwelled there. The wolves howl in mourning for the loss of the light this kingdom once knew; the radiance with which it would shine and the glory it stood for long ago. All of that buried beneath the sands of time, because of fools who could not bother to learn what wisdom this kingdom's people had to tell nor to share what they had with them. It fell to ruin because of ignorance and paranoia. The kingdom buckles beneath the weight of the world, crumbling to dust like the stars that fell around it, and weeps for what it lost. The Heavens weep for this kingdom as well; an eternal rainfall that drowned all plantlife and turned this once lush land barren.
No more is joyous laughter heard in the villages. No longer do the birds sing in the trees. What has become of this kingdom's fate is nothing but ashes in the wake of the lightning storm.
All that can be heard to even signify it was once there is the mournful howl of the wolves, entwined with the voice of the wind that carries the last sounds of life back to where they came from; the other side of the veil.
Can never go wrong with a bit of Von Zeigler!
Wow... I love this piece so much...Adrian is really a remarkable musician who connects "soul" with his music. Every time when I listen to his music, just like a corresponding part of my soul is refined. And my deep feeling which is never understood by the others, is expressed by this type of music...
YES. Amen for the last sentence. No one ever truly understands my dark side either.
This music fits The Curse of Strad adventure for D and D so well
Dark, goth anthem like this reminds me that being sad is ok. Being depressed is ok. Feeling give up is okay. It makes companionship, with sense of peace and comfort to the misery. We embrace negativities in dealing with them, then only we could flow to heal. Forcing and faking positivity all the way make us more in denial, foolish, trying too hard and wound harder yet still not stepping ahead real by skipping the dark phase. Not everybody has similar speed and method of coping, some need more time and absorption to it. We need darkness to see the light. As how we should not fall deeper to the darkness, we shouldn't force it to leave either, but to flow with it, play with it and rise from it.
Cool track! The wolves sound like if they are part of the music!
@Christopher Kupetz How about you keep your sarcastic tone to yourself? He was just pointing the fact that the wolves goes well with the music. No matter how I see it, the wolves sounds were added to the music. So no, they weren't part of the original track, it was just added to create a spooky ambience. It's possible to answer a question without being a sarcastic jerk, you know?
@Christopher Kupetz This is getting really entertaining. I'm trying to speak with reason and logic to you but apparently, you can't understand it. So just because I disagree with your methods, you want to “slap the crap outta me like the pussy I am”... Normally, I would have called you an idiot, but seen how you deal with people, I will simply say “grow-up” since you are obviously not a mature being capable of understanding anything. The fact that you want to fight me, a complete STRANGER, that did nothing to you in the first place led me to that conclusion. And if you are not a child or an unstable teenager, please, in society's name, go get some help. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a book to write, not that I dislike putting you in your place, but I do need to work.
Now now lady's keep your knickers In your skirts and play nice
Imagine back then, when you would see a wolf minimum 100 meters away from your backyard.
Now there's less wolves and animals in general thanks to industry.
Ah, Flame Wars, they're always amusing. My way of winning? Tell the other person something I am currently watching, i.e watching someone being slowly tortured to death by rusty scissors, parts of their body being cut off starting with the eyes and ending with the top half of the jaw. That is the only thing left on this Earth that makes me smile.
☽ *_I'm waking up from a nightmare... I’m in the middle of the woods..._* ☾
~ *It's night*... _The darkness is encroaching the forest, preventing me from finding my way back home. The only light that I can see is the full white moon... That I can't even see very clearly because it's hiding behind these dark tall trees and their dancing leaves._
~ *It's noisy*... _But I don't know what's noisier... The waterfall that is running down furiously... The wind that is making every leaf tremble... The wolves that are howling at the moon that not even they can see... Or my weeping sorrow that is slowly consuming me._
~ And at the same time... *it’s quiet*... _The sound of my beating heart and scared breathing is making me go deaf. It is so loud... But as loud as all this might be, my constant shouting is only making the silence even deeper. How did I even get here? Last time I remember I was happy... Surrounded by the ones that I love… I don't know what happened but I’m scared. Why am I here?_
~ *It's cold*... _I'm wearing this white dirty ripped dress that is not even covering my entire body... The merciless night wind that is touching my bare skin is making me shiver... But not more than I was already shivering when I found myself into the middle of nowhere with this loose piece of clothing that is aimlessly floating around my body._
~ *It’s scary*... _I don’t want to be here. This is not where I belong... Not anymore. I want to go back to my beloved ones but how? I don’t know the way back home and there’s no one here to guide me back..._
~ And at the same time... *it’s peaceful*... _As much as all this torments me, it is also giving me comfort because what I’m feeling right now is not something that I want my dear ones to see. But why am I feeling like this? My heart is so heavy it is making my eyes shed endless tears that are immediately drying and freezing on my face._
~ _I am now being held hostage of the night sky and of the solid ground beneath me that are leading me farther and farther away from home. But what is this syncing noise that I am hearing? It sounds like a clock. A clock that is ticking because it knows that the end of it all is near. This sound is making me lose my mind!!! How do I make it stop…??!_
But then, suddenly,
*_I'm waking up from THAT nightmare!!_*
Except, I then realize:
*_It wasn't a nightmare..._* *☹*
i love ur story with music it like magic
lilpuppyangels Thank you :) Yeah, it is meant to be read along with the song...
Lovely ♡
Aislinn Sidhe Thank you ^_^
AWESOME!! Also it went perfect with the music :)
Of all the tracks in your two hour "Dark Music" video, this one's my favorite. It's what I was hoping for when I first listened to it. I love the feeling it gives off, the feeling that there may be something lurking in the darkness, so you'd better be careful.
Well, if everyone is going to post a poem then I might as well:
You wander up that winding path
Enfolded by the veil of night
You wander to that dark kingdom
Bathed in an eerie white
The sea churns and wolves howl
The wind whistles and moans
As you go to that dark kingdom
So very littered with bones
You wander down ancient streets
Still enraptured by the moon
You wander blood stained streets
Where bodies of the dead are strewn
You wander to the center where
A shadow stands still in wait
It turns its head to look at you
And in its eyes you see your fate
You see pure torture and the pain
Run, maybe it’s not too late
To forget what you have already seen
To forget you saw your fate
You run, you run all the way back
Away from the city which did taint
The little light left in your soul
You run, you run until you fall and faint
And in the morning you awake
No clue of that city there would seem
You see the sea and the path, but not a city in sight
And there can be no doubt
It must have been a dream?
...wow...
Amazing! ...:)
wow
I...III..I...don't know what to say really. This is so beautiful, I really love this. It's just...wow...!!!!
“Enraptured by the moon”
That’s a beautiful line!
Very accurate too, haha. 💙
Ahh the wolf Howl's in the background with the music gives a magical feel
Finally I found this song
Such an inspiring piece of music!
Totally.
You are Gifted! I shared you on Pinterest. Thank you for taking me on the ride to a shadow place Adrian. Best wishes, take care and cheers mate.
Dark is the night, the path is veiled in a thick mist casting everything in mystery.
Trees even darker then the night throw their skeletal limbs into the moonless sky like the dead frozen into agony for all eternity on this endless, lonely path.
I walk the path, lost and confused, looking for something to show me the way, something to let me know I am not the only living creature wandering these lands. SOon in the distance a castle appears, looming on a hight cliff at the end of the path. As if it was waiting for me, waiting for...
A howl breaks the silence, haunting, so close, so close to me. I turn around. It is too late. It is already there. I start running towards the castle, hoping, wishing...
I die.
A lone wolfe howls in the night as my life drains away.
The sealed kingdome is again cast in eerie, eternal silence.
Awesome!!! The voice of wolf in the background gives me chills.......
80% of the Listners Here are writers 😍
You're right, i am a writer.
@@dmsammy7051 not me but intersested in it and will write my first book in my 30s or 40s
Actually a composer xD
Working on a story about an villian/antihero.
Kind of, except I never finish anything.
I'm listening to this while writing a vampire story. It's perfect!
Listening to this while petting my cat :3
listening to this while i cry because no one has seen me like this (myself) as i wish they have
listening to this while writing a vampire story too!
I finished the story today - once again, to this music.
Sarah Jones Not bad.
I've always been fan of ominous music since i was 8 years old. Your work is really breathtaking.
A great silence settled over the land after the battle came to an end. The screams of the Celestial’s two lost comrades echoed in her head, as she watched The Protector’s world, his finest creation, close itself off to protect its people. The distressed calls from inside, as they pleaded for their creator, were lost as the door shut. Kiromah knew, that even as horrid and powerful as the witch was, her brothers could not be killed. She could not however, figure out what the witch had done to them to make them disappear as they did. She had lost her sight for a minute after being struck down, and had not seen her brother’s fate, so she had no idea where or how to look for them. To her surprise the witch was nowhere in sight, which was strange. Maybe they were able to defeat her, she thought, but dismissed the hope, as she looked with despair at the once grass covered mountainside she stood next to. It had been stripped of all living things, and left with a black stain where the battle between her two beloved brothers, and that horrid witch, Morgana, had taken place. The only life to be heard or seen elsewhere, was a mother and her two twin sons, on the other side of the mountain. They had taken to the forest in the valley, hoping for shelter from the battle, but had been met by more danger, judging by their calls for help. Kiramoh changed into her human form and went to aid them.
Upon nearing their place of refuge, she saw one of her brothers, Anikeyri’s, creations, slinking away on the forest floor. A green, medium sized dragon with no wings, and enough poison in its sharp claws to kill ten men. She wondered what it was doing awake during the day, it being a nocturnal serpent, then looked to where the mother and sons were hiding, immediately understanding their cries of distress she’d heard. She went to them and quickly led them away from the dragon’s den in the ground, taking one of the children from the mother’s shaking arms as they ran. The child whimpered and held his face as blood seeped through his small fingers.
The came to a clearing in the valley, and stopped. Kiromah sat down with the child in her arms, tearing up as she realized what had happened. The mother held the boy’s twin in fear and bewilderment, stuttering as she tried to form words with what little breath she had. “Deep breaths,” Kiromah told her, “now what happened?” The woman held her son and closed her eyes, calming herself down. "We were on the other side of the mountain, and there was thunder and screaming in the sky, but no storm. Then a great light like lightning shot down at us, so we ran to the forest." She pointed to the boy in Kiromah's arms. "My son, Deur, ran ahead of us, and hid in a small hole in the ground, which was apparentl-" "The den of a Slihteri." Kiromah finished her sentence for her. She gently took the boys trembling hands from his face. Three long claw marks covered his right side, and she could even see the dragon's poison, turning the boys leaking blood green. His skin was a sickly white, and felt cold to the touch. Kiromah felt sick. She knew that only her brother Anikeyri, who had made the Slihteri dragons, could save the child, but he was lost, along with their brother Emeiraytay. She shed a tear, running her fingers through the boys brown curls. "Is he going to be alright?" His mother asked anxiously. Kiromah couldn’t find the words to answer, she just sat there cradling the child, tears running down her cheeks. The boy’s twin struggled out of his mother’s arms and ran to his dying brother, muttering gibberish. “Takar no.” His mother called, only to be ignored. He put his hand on his brother Deur’s shoulder and looked up at Kiromah. “Lightning,” he said the best he could. “Someone in trouble.” Kiromah looked confused. Their mother picked Takar up and apologized. “He’s been going on about someone else in trouble when Deur got hurt, but there was no one there when I found them.” Takar kept insisting he saw something, but did not make much sense. Kiromah dismissed it and looked back at his brother in her arms. He looked as if he were trying to open his eyes, which were stuck shut with dried blood and tears, so she decided to help him. She ripped a strip of fabric from her dress, and dipped it into a small stream close by, cleaning his face gently. He cried out when she touched his wound, so she stopped. It had stopped bleeding so there wasn’t much point in cleaning it she thought, he didn’t have long as it was. To her surprise however, he started to feel warm, the color returning to his cheeks and hands. She watched as his eyes fluttered open, immediately showing her something was not right. “Ma’am,” Kiromah asked Deur’s mother. “What color were your son's eyes before?” "Grey, why do you ask?" The boy looked up at Kiromah, his eyes glowing white. She felt a strange gnawing feeling as she met his blank stare. Aside from the wounds on his face, there was nothing wrong with him. "Something's not right," Kiromah said under her breath. She turned to Takar and quickly read the boy's thoughts, immediately finding an answer.
Deur's brother had run to catch up to him in the forest, and had seen the dragon strike him down, but had also seen something far worse. Deur lay on the ground, pale and cold, his grey eyes staring blankly at the trees above him as blood leaked from his wounds. The dragon quickly crept away, as a tall figure, shrouded in a black mist appeared at the seen. They pulled back their dark hood to reveal the pale face of the witch. With her black hair array, she took out a long, black rope, tied to a small glowing stone. She muttered something under her breath, and the stone quickly disappeared, two glowing white figures appearing in its place. Kiromah gasped, as she watched Morgana kneel down to examine Deur's lifeless body. Her brothers saw Takar as he hid behind a rock and watched them cry for help, trying to break out of the witch's spell. Morgana turned to them and struck with another spell. There was a bright flash of light as they disappeared again, their screams fading away to nothing. Morgana smiled and vanished as well, leaving silence behind her. Quickly Takar ran to his brother and shook him as tears welled up in his fear stricken eyes. Deur sprung awake and screamed, his eyes wild and glowing different colors. The twins clung to each other until their mother arrived, then the image faded.
Kiromah tried to read Deur's mind as he slowly came back to normal in her arms, but no image came to her head. Instead, she heard familiar screaming, then silence once more. The boy reached out to touch her tear stained face, his eyes fading to a deep blue color. He whimpered slightly and hugged her, burying his face into her chest. His mother sighed with relief and hugged the older twin, assuring him all would be well. Kiromah stared blankly at the ground, taking in all she'd seen, and regretting it.
This is one of the best musics that i have listened in my entire life!
I can even create a complete epic history based on that song...
Thanks for existing Adrian von Ziegler.
Darkness
Isn't always evil
Light
Isn't always good
When something dark
Is sealed by the light
In this context
It means the world has lost
But maybe
The heir to the throne
Can save us
From this...
...evil
Enter: Arzor Darkwing
this is beautiful
only now have I found this song
Adrian, holy cow man. thank you for the amazing work you do
I'm listening to this song daily, and strangely enough it is calming and soothing for me
really apreciate it.
It's not a secret that I love music boxes and glockenspiels, so this song sounds very good in my ears! ^^
I didn't think the howling wolves would hit me on any level, but they were placed perfectly throughout. Thank you!
One of my all time favourite composers & Scores
It's so beautiful! Gives me goosebumps. And i can feel some kind of power inside me while i'm listening to this.
I used to be good at these, not any more but here we go
You want to know where I was born
You want to know why my soul is torn
When human flesh is eaten like corn
And monster impale with mighty horn
The lost and sealed Kingdome
Built on the bones of a martyrdom
Where wolves roam killing free
And from which no survivor can flee
With horror its shadow makes you numb
This is from where I come
This is why from hate my heart does hum
This darkness that rule I shall fight
This darkness which scares away the light
This is where I was born
This is why my soul is torn
So dark..
Mystic, evil and dangerous.
The silence that surrounds, invades and watches..
This is truly a masterpiece.
Luring evil, dark beings shadowing you..
The calling music of enchanted darkness that awaits you to accept it...
Years later this is still one of my favourites
so melodious....the push of keys so soft,so nimble, yet so creepy....fantastic!
O muzica maagica care te face sa traiesti in alta parte💞💔
Motherland
Her eyes glanced.
They took her.
She is falling into the dark, the evil.
One horrorfying smile:
Welcome home,
welcome to hell.
*Am I the only one who when listening to these kinds of songs makes me forget the problems and bad memories that I have?*
This music sounds so cold, bracing and mysterious. I love it!
So soothing in these hard times in my life.
Hi Adrian. Thanks again for this music this generated thousands of words for my books !!
your music brings me peace- from a 13 year old girl sharing her dad's account
Tô curtindo seus sons e tiro meu chapéu para seu talento.
Id actully love to visit such a place.
Your music stirs up all kinds of deep emotions in me, particularly the Celtic tunes . Beautiful. You are very talented Adrian.
This song is a total representation of my D&D character in song form. It's equally as terrifying as it is sad--reflecting his backstory and nature, but with an overall brighter tune compared to other songs of this nature; reflecting of his will to change and right the wrongs he had done. But in the end, he will always go down in history as a villain for his actions--or will just be forgotten as just another lost soul
If there was a list of perfect songs, I think that this would be at the top.
“Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!”
Dracula
Why does your music always make my chest tight? Make me think of how things could have been only if I'd tried? It lights a fire in my heart, a burning desire to release the emotions I keep bottled up.
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this is so Hauntingly beautiful.....the feelings i get from this is like exploring an old abandoned Castle that had such dark history in it that even the village spirits still walks the streets in Limbo
Is it possible to be calming and unsettling at the same time? Because this is.
From once came shadows of the dawn.
And from the shadows came the men who were lost do to time.
And time has come past by as the darkness wept the old.
As the silent dead slept in the quiet and the cold.
Sleeping comfortably in their beds, the darkness rose by another day.
The day that never was, darkness closed it eyes.
And the weary rested happy tears and silent cries.
Another night shone like moon, but shadows waited for the noon.
And moon was loaning for wolves, who howled for light.
Times of the old past by as souls returned to night...
As this begins to play I envision a warrior of the night walking slowly up to this castle.He stops,only to yearn at it from the same point of view as us.
He stands there,his once silver armour is now covered in the dirt of the land,telling us of his long journey and the obstacles he has overcome just to reach this moment in time to avenge the wrong that the king has done to him so many moons ago.
Initially a knight of the castle,serving it with all his heart,having proceeded to do everything in his power to protect it and it's people,this has now become the driving force behind his quest for vengeance.
Long ago,while the sun shined and the people were happy,a new king had been crowned.This King was a man of great influence and loved by all.Over the years,he had formed an unbreakable bond with one of his faithful Knights'.This being fairly uncommon for a king and a knight,allowed their friendship to be envied.
One night,when the dark clouds came to engulf the castle in darkness,an evil force came with it.This evil force took control of the king and persuaded him to wrongly rule over the people of the land and allow the darkness to take hold.The king,having tried to fight it off, was too weak and the darkness took control.It now not only controlled the king,but proceeded to cover the rest of the land in darkness.
The once faithful knight was now shocked by the kings new evil behaviour.He tried his best to go against the king,but this attempt at treason did not go unnoticed by the newly formed dark Knights.
The DarkKing ordered for his new dark Knights to kill his once best friend.They took him far out into the woods,where they brutally beat him for hours and left him for dead.
On the cold,wet dirt amongst the thick of the woods he lied.Now feeling his spirit begin to break,he turns over to face the sky.He lays there,waiting for death to take him.
All he sees are dark clouds,not a single star in the sky,until a peek of the moon becomes visible.There it was,light in this darkness.
The Silver knight now having realised this hope,abruptly dragged himself along the ground to the point of exhaustion.He passed out.
He awakens in the room of a land's persons cottage.His wounds already wrapped and a fireplace spewing warmth.Eventually many months go by and he has lived in this village,worked in this village,and trained in this village.
In all this time,the DarkKing has summoned monsters of the night to roam the woods.
Silver Knight now begins his journey back to the castle to save the land and his friend,but most importantly the king,from this darkness.
Along the way,now armed with his new skills and drive to defeat the darkness, he fights the various monsters that now populate the woods.It is only after all the battles in the woods are won that he finally reaches the castle.
He sees it as we see it.
Tired after the battles with the monsters of the woods,he knows that he will have to fight his way up to the DarkKing's room,each level of the castle posing a new distinct monster boss to defeat.
A sudden flashback of the events that took place the night that he was to be killed over power him,and he is left with the determination that he needs to end this darkness once and for all.
yes, yes, yes, it's dark outside I have all the lights out and TV off. Lying in my bed listening to this..how nice
The wolves in the beginning sounded like the wolf songs in Twilight Princess. It made me feel pretty awesome :3
I feel that this kingdom was once a glorious place with light and roses red but soon all that came to an end the light was gone and the roses turned black the kingdom that was once open with fresh light has now become sealed with its secrets in delight and now lives in eternal darkness
Behold and, despair The Sealed Kingdom. Where ancient horrors sleep, where howling demons hunt the living, where the wailing damned haunt the land, where life is cheap but pain is eternal. Woe to those who enter The Dark Kingdom.
I absolutley love the howling in this! xD
vowwww you are awesome .....love this music so badly
there's something about this music and artwork. it brings visions to my mind that the sealed kingdom is exactly that: sealed. and if you were to find your way in, you would find things that, while dark, were not exactly evil. spectors and spirits, werewolves and vampires. and once you came out again, you would be unsure how you felt, and wonder whether it was all a dream. like a dark version of narnia.
Thats deep, I like it! :)
This is perfect for Dark Soul
Dark=absence of light and life,emptiness
Evil=absence of good and law,chaos
Maria José right bro
Wow
Dark = Absence of life and emptiness, no. Lot of creatures lives inside the dark. Like bats.
Evil = Absence of law, no. Law are made by humans and by extension, is defected and subjective. Sometimes, law protects the evil, such is why corruption is abound.
Deine Musik ist Unendliche Inspiration für mich beim malen und schreiben natürlich auch.
Gott sei Dank das es Dich gibt.
Damit geht es schneller als gedacht voran. LG Florian Langer
I wish I live in such a place with that atmosphere and view
I FOUND IT !!!! THANK YOU ADRIAN, IT'S A BEAUTIFUL SONG
Fallen Kingdom of Gilneas.
I agree
this should have been the background music for it i mean come on xD
Those are the worgens you hear howling :]
Rip The Fallen Kingdom (I'm new.)
SpaceAmbient We shall rise again!
The sealed kingdom
They speak of it so hauntingly
as if they understand what it means,
or even what it might be
The sealed kingdom,
They speak of it so definitely, yet only those who have lived with the shadows that appear when the barest form of light seep into their black hearts have seen it
The sealed kingdom
A place where happiness used to trot alongside every step of the way
Where normality is what makes you insane
The sealed kingdom, O' how it was
Until they tried to open up the gates
The sealed kingdom,
My home, how unfortunate that successful were they.
The sealed kingdom, where reckoning has been brought upon it's enemies and it's kin
The sealed kingdom, where your heart is your enemy and your mind is your friend
The sealed kingdom, is not a place that you see, it is a place that lives within...
this is amazing
This is peaceful to me, I just get lost in my thoughts the music takes me places
Thank you so much for your majestic music, I always have it on when I'm drawing. You're incredibly talented and cannot wait to hear more from you.
This would be the part where Johnathan Harker arrives for the first time to Castle Dracula, while the wolves howl in Transylvania.
I like this it makes me think of a creepy Mario or Zelda level or when there's something ominous in the Sims Medieval.
I love the dark
really
this is my music
What's meaning of
The artwork to these titles are amazing.
Thrilling!
this track is lonely not evil not dark It's amazing
It's cold. And dark. All I see is a forest path lit by unfeeling moonlight. An ancient creature bays to the jet-black sky with a call that aches with loneliness. Loneliness and hunger.
How could I let myself think this would turn out ok? How could I allow myself to believe that maybe I could survive coming over the wall? Nobody has before. And I'm sure I will not be the first.
So why was I entranced by the mysterious thrall of the woodland realm beyond?
No, I know. I understand why.
Something calls for me. A deep, strong, soul-grabbing lust that draws me deeper and deeper into this forsaken place, hunting for that which eludes me, the cause of this stubborn seduction.
'There is no going back...'
I turn and run towards an ink-black blot in the trail. No, just another shadow. I'm chasing shadows of shadows without a clue of what I've done to myself.
'They say there's a curse....'
Am I going nowhere quickly? The grand mansion, the sprawling village, laid low by fire and abandoned by all souls of my world, it seems to stretch on as though this path never ends.
'They say that the called are special. Dangerous. Evil...'
I'm going mad, there is no other explanation. I hear whispers and giggles and more roaring calls from the forest around me. No, I've surely lost what hold I had on my mind just as I let myself over the wall.
'They say that it's sealed for a reason. Never traverse the wall, or you go mad. You become one of them...'
Out of the darkness, I hear someone. I turn and turn and turn and the voice comes from everywhere and nowhere.
'You change. And once you change...'
It is in my mind. It whispers to me, asks me to let it kill me. Yes. Come closer, my quarry. Let me feast on your bones, your heart, your flesh. Come closer. Let me hear your screams of agony, 'letmego' your shrieks of dear god, what is this hell, 'nopleaseleavemealone' let me taste your blood it's so sweet and perfect just what I wanted, 'stoppleaseimbeggingyou'
I want it to kill me now. Kill me and spare me this torture.
I'm begging you. Kill me.
I feel claws rake me, then one bite. Two. Four. Ten. And my heart goes cold. And my vision blurs and darkens. My body freezes and lies still.
'......you are never the same.'
It's cold. And dark. All I see is a forest path lit by unfeeling moonlight. An ancient creature bays to the jet-black sky with a call that aches with loneliness. Loneliness and hunger.
This time, the beast is me.
TheTrichSurvivor beautiful
It's literally been 4 years but I wonder if you're still there? Is this written by you?
I am indeed still around and writing even more. Yes, I wrote all of this - it is completely original!
@@TheTrichSurvivor believe me, I literally feel blessed lol. Like a writer is still alive after 5 years. It's great to see that. Where can I read more writings from you? Any socials?
My only social is my ao3 account where I’ve uploaded a small amount of fanfiction for My Hero Academia. You can find me at LightUpTheNight if that’s your cup of tea.
There's a mysterious beauty in darkness 🖤
My DM once used this for a session where our party was trapped in an abandoned haunted mining village with fog that turned you back into the village if you tried to leave, bathed in perpetual darkness. It was one of the best parts of our adventure as far as ambience went. And so, years later in real time when a capital city of an empire we were supposed to siege was somehow overrun by Zombies and made impossible to leave if wandered into its foggy interior, I'm pretty sure our DM started playing this music again, and we were suddenly nervous that the old mining village had come back to haunt us (and sure enough, the reason for it was connected).
I could live in a place as beautiful as this with my dark lover...stunningly beautiful...
That song helps me in Lucid Dreaming and Oobe
The Vampire Prince
In a kingdom not to far
Stood a prince, brave and bold
And in the kingdom was a maiden with a heart of gold
On a cold winters eve, the prince went for a walk
When a beautiful maiden rushed toward him full of fear and fright
The Prince had stopped her and asked her what was wrong
The maiden said that tonight was feasting night
For every December, the vampires come to dine on human blood
So rich, so red, enough to fill one with need
The Prince was bit by one so thirsty he began to fall
As he lay crouched in the snow the prince began to bleed
The maiden took him to his castle praying for his life
She opened the door talking him inside
She hadn't seen such beauty till now for she was very poor
When the prince was nice and healed he thanked the maiden till dawn
She told him not to stress, for it was her pleasure
She opened the door and set on her way
But that was when he realised, that she was quite the treasure
The Prince insisted that she stay with him forever
The maiden decided not to argue for he was very kind
The Prince had felt a new emotion with this new mysterious maiden
And as they spent time together their love began to unwind
The Prince and Maiden were married
Filled with joy and glee
But the maiden began to worry
For he was changing you see
The Vampires curse had finally come upon the Prince
He snatched the maiden and drank her blood from every vain
There she lay before him, dead and on the ground
And when he realised what he'd done he was filled with pain
The castle gates were locked, no one had seen the Prince
No one knows what happened no one but him you see
He could never show his face again for he was filled with grieve
And every night she wished for her back with a crying plee
The kingdom was forgotten
No one seemed to care
Everyone had left
But the Prince was still there
He swore to never love again
Till he avenged her soul
He promised to avenge her, but if he failed
He would never again feel whole
And that is the story of the Vampire Prince, and his Kingdom
... love it
Wow! So deep, i love it :)
Tamara Short 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻I love it
This story is perfect for the song
Happy Halloween 🦇 🎃
This is beautiful.
“ Love is that beautiful feeling when a special soul invites you to an unknown universe....the universe that opens a world of happiness, of joy, of smiles, of laughter, of light from the Lord. But not many are privileged enough to enter this kingdom of love. But you deserve it. You’re an angel, you’re charming, you’re perfect, you’re that guy who stole me heart without permission. Now it’s locked away in that strange universe of love...please bring it back....if you cannot, just come hug me and sprout in me that sentiment of LOVE❤️....”
The soundtrack of castle black!!