Dark Music - The Sealed Kingdom
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- Опубликовано: 14 апр 2012
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This is a new ambient Gothic Score in a Neoclassical Style, composed by myself as always. Arranged on Keyboard and produced with Magix Music Maker Pro 16.
The Artwork is from a free Wallpaper Site so I don't have any Info about the Artist.
© All Audio Material is copyrighted by Adrian von Ziegler. 
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“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-
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
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
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!
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 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
Amazing how the wolf howl actually feels like it’s part of the song and not just a creepy background noise.
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
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.
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.
"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.
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
☽ *_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 :)
"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
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).
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 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...
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 🃏🤫
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.
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.
Wow, I just can't stop listening to this over and over again. Its just so perfectly mysteriously dark.
" 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. "
This music fits The Curse of Strad adventure for D and D so well
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!
Nice work man! Is any way to use this music in my videos?
Do I have to pay anything to you? (I’m able to do that if you ask so)
Let me know, I think this is a really great piece and I’m not gonna just steal it
If you use it just for your YT videos you don't have to pay me anything.^^ Just give credits and link to my channel, that's all you have to do, then you can use all my songs. =)
hola dash,no esperaba verte aqui
Dash :00
oiiii
Thank you God bless you Stay healthy stay safe
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.
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...
Can never go wrong with a bit of Von Zeigler!
Children of the night....shut up...I'm listening to this..🙃
Accurate. You speak for all of us 😂
“Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!”
Dracula
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.
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.
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.
Ahh the wolf Howl's in the background with the music gives a magical feel
I didn't think the howling wolves would hit me on any level, but they were placed perfectly throughout. Thank you!
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
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.
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
*Am I the only one who when listening to these kinds of songs makes me forget the problems and bad memories that I have?*
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. 💙
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.
Motherland
Her eyes glanced.
They took her.
She is falling into the dark, the evil.
One horrorfying smile:
Welcome home,
welcome to hell.
I've always been fan of ominous music since i was 8 years old. Your work is really breathtaking.
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! :)
feel the wolf spirit
you said it
you really do mean your name dont you
DaughterOfDurin 🌗
I feel the wereworlf hunter spirit, huh...
DaughterOfDurin my favorite animal since I was little
Awesome!!! The voice of wolf in the background gives me chills.......
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.
Such an inspiring piece of music!
Totally.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
your music brings me peace- from a 13 year old girl sharing her dad's account
My sister started chopping vegetables in time with the music! It sounded incredibly sinister, the sound of the knife against the cutting board!
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
this is beautiful
I love this. If only I had a cold dark stone castle, a raven a slew of books to read by candlelight and a tall mysterious but handsome man whom I'm not sure is of the living or not as the grounds keeper roaming the castle and every now and then when our paths cross his grey eyes pierce my soul on a stormy thundering night and as the wind blows the candles out, I feel his cold hands around my neck and I.....dont scream.
Try" lucid dream" it ... But u have to remember the music
You could feel the shadows surrounding you, as your walk near the shores of the lake you can feel a dark presence but I'm not afraid is like its talking through the mist trying to tell me what happened here. I remembered this land with life and color and now is like the whole land is just sleeping waiting for this darkness to move or just stay into the end of time...
"I have taken everything from you-your family, your friends and the one you swore to protect. I am the Evil One, and I shall vent my anger upon you. Come to the top of the highest tower...for your death. I have sealed the Kingdom away. There is nothing you can do to stop me! NOTHING!" ~discovered hidden in a wall on a piece of old parchment, stained with blood, the date reads 1423, and has the sign of the Dark Wizard up at the top.
The wolves in the beginning sounded like the wolf songs in Twilight Princess. It made me feel pretty awesome :3
The dark sky crackles with a dark energy piercing and surrounding the crumbling castle. As you approach the sky grows ever dark your heart grows cold as the wind echoes with a dark howl. The shadows grow long the air cold as you cross the gate the shadows move in a most odd manner seeming to escort you to the inner keep.
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...
This would be the part where Johnathan Harker arrives for the first time to Castle Dracula, while the wolves howl in Transylvania.
This is the perfect music for the introduction to Barovia in the Curse of Strahd. Even the title of this piece is apt.
I bet it was a little bit modern to hear at middleage this clear music 🦇🏰☀️
It's not a secret that I love music boxes and glockenspiels, so this song sounds very good in my ears! ^^
It's so beautiful! Gives me goosebumps. And i can feel some kind of power inside me while i'm listening to this.
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.
How are you? Time has passed since this comment you posted.
“ 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❤️....”
O muzica maagica care te face sa traiesti in alta parte💞💔
That picture gets to me for some reason. Combined with the music, it creates something exceptional....very well done indeed.
Imagine having a disease which burns the skin when it is exposed to the light. So for eternity it stays in the dark, gloomy, cold, and faraway land. No one wants to come to that place because they fear whatever lies inside the castle. But the one in the castle fears that from the moment it was born to the second it dies, its existence is only in imagination of the wildest dreams.
People fear what they do not know, and assume they know too much.
Sadness.
Just sadness...
Playing these for my kids lullaby
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.
If there was a list of perfect songs, I think that this would be at the top.
The Sealed Kingdom is a wonderful perfect dark place and Kingdom the music is amazing and incredible beautiful wonderful breathtaking at the same time especially now when this makes more beautiful than ever before. Thankyou so much for it for this beautiful peaceful dark Lullby Music where the Vampires always will be. Sincerely Susan Iseman from Upstate New York near Albany New York.
This reminds me of Angmar in Tolkien's legendarium.
Ok so me and several other writers collaborated on a wonderful piece that I just have to share with y'all the names of those who helped make it will be at the bottom.
Legend of the Sealed Kingdom
The sealed Kingdom in a horrifying place
where 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 unnatural 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...
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...
By a border of fear,
was a kingdom of cold,
sealed far away,
yet so very near...
Enter who may leave,
And leave all ye who enter,
for in the shadows
lies the spider's weave...
Across a barren land
Of death and sorrow
Fight or defend...
The darkness yearns
It lies in wait
To kill all that returns,
You fall to your knees in despair,
For your love lies behind the walls,
Never to be seen again,
Inside the Sealed Kingdom...
When the night is in peril,
Monsters come out.
The wolves howl,
And blood drips.
Always seeing the dead of darkness,
Never to see the moon.
The Darkness rules here forever more, the lorde who owned it died.
The castle still mourns it's owners death, and lets none but him in.
Perhaps the Darkness isn't evil.
Perhaps it needs a friend.
Join the Darkness, one by one, line up in your graves.
Let the Darkness come to you, let it be your slave.
Let no-one tell you that you cannot be.
Let them tell you not.
Instead just bring them to the shadows.
The Darkness will take their life.
This masterpiece was made possible by several writers myself included for writing their own sections of this legend
TsurugisFlame
BeautyGamer
Asher Labrousse
Kalzone_Kat
Renee Nicole
GatsbyAndAvery
Myself Evan Stokely Aka Phoenix
PS if I missed any names please make sure to let me know.
That's an amazing story you wrote there excellent job it's like I was the one who was walking in the castle and the forest.
Glad you enjoyed it.
:)
Beautiful
Way late finding this but is there any chance that you could post this on fanfiction.net? Would instantly favourite.
Not all darkness is evil.
Something about gothic settings and literature I find so hauntingly beautiful.
People call me weird because of it, but I don't care.
That's why I like old books and gothic movies. Like Tim Burton movies and books like "Dracula" 😊
I am completely with you. i love all things of a dark nature which people think i'm not normal. what is normal anyway? normal is boring, day in and out, its the same thing over and over. I wear black everyday and jewelry well, that either people really love and compliment me on or they run for cover. :) i like that.
Keep being you Pumkin Patch. don't hide it. :)
I'm with you. Dark, ominous and gothic things make me really curious and attracted, like it fills me with a craving to know what secrets the darkness hides. These interests do creep some people out too but oh well, most people are frightened by what they don't understand. No problem being who you are and liking what you like, pal :)
And not all evil is darkness.
One of my all time favourite composers & Scores
It's amazing how writers gather in comment sections like these for inspiration and stuff to listen to while writing. I just find that quite interesting.
This one and Be My Doll are my favorites of the Dark Collection, they are perfect and you are a F*cking Perfect Artist Adrian !
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
I know it's been over 7 years since this was posted, but i love the fact that the picture has a dark souls 2 vibe
As I pass through the struggle of life in this fleeting world, I cannot help but long for the midnight moon I once saw.
As I approach the lone castle, I feel as if my knees are going to give out. I had been walking for hours, following the call of the spirits, their pleads for help. I was a necromancer, and it was my duty to protect the souls of the dead, in return for the magic they grant me. My cloak billowed in the wind like shadows and I leaned heavily on my staff. Then suddenly my tiredness was gone as a piercing scream shot through my mind.
"No! Please, come help me! Please, I just want to rest in peace, please, no!"
It was the voice of a woman's spirit, and it was suddenly silenced. I shuttered to think of what the silence could mean.
As I continued to walk to the castle, my eyelids seemed to drop a little with every step. My body felt like lead. I slowly became aware of a voice, not unlike a spirit's, but it was no spirit. It didn't speak any language I knew, but it was soft and comforting, tempting me into sleep, promising me a world of wonder, a land without darkness. I listened closely to her, for it seemed like a feminine voice, wanting desperately to follow her. But another scream pierced the veil of the hypnotic, musical voice in my mind. Another soul being destroyed. With difficulty, I muttered an incantation. "O spirit, will-o-the-wisp, guide me on my treacherous journey, protect me from foe who calls itself friend."
A white orb of light slowly manifested. It's whisper was soft, but somehow drowned out the eldritch murmurings of the dark siren song in my mind. I followed it on to the castle, wary of the wolves I could hear howling in the distance. Not every threat is born from magic.
I finally made it to the castle doors. With a small spell, they swung open. The wisp guided me down a long, dark hallway, then to a spiraling staircase into darkness. Then it disappeared. It dared go no further.
My staff alight with purple flame, I descended the cellar. The spirits were getting louder. As I entered the room, I saw the cause of their screams.
A demon. It turned to me, and I realized it wanted me as it's next meal. I readied a spell.
Omg I like yours
+Carter Black Please tell me there's a full book from this.
+Carter Black Roll initiative.
+Carter Black 20th like.
Beautiful
The sealed kingdom
There lies a Kingdom
Where nobody khows
The Castle was empty
And the thrown was none
Only the howl of wolves
the only sound to hear
But the darkness is so dense
It is impossible to see clear
There was man
His heart glows like gold
He had hope
To see the Kingdom
to grow
he sawed the seeds
Hope it may one day
Sprout
But as the time flyes
There was no more hope
He begged the God
Sobbing in grief
Asked if he could help him
To see the Kingdom free
His wish wad heard
He could now
see the rays of the sun
The seed he had sawed
Begin to grow
The kingdom was green
And there were no more
Dark clounds to show
Not that good maybe😐.
Music for the soul that can walk on both sides. Those that can walk in the light or as well in the pitch of night. Shadows move with the same conviction... Light or night.
vowwww you are awesome .....love this music so badly
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.)
good riddance ;) ALL HAIL THE BANSHEE QUEEN! FOR THE FORSAKEN!
Tô curtindo seus sons e tiro meu chapéu para seu talento.
This is peaceful to me, I just get lost in my thoughts the music takes me places
The King secluded from the rest of the world
His regrets weigh him down
Past and future slowly unwinds
So what is left in the darkness surrounding both
"Nothing" he answers, a grim smile on his face.
Forever, his kingdom shall be surrounded by darkness, like the blessed children of the Night.
Hi Adrian. Thanks again for this music this generated thousands of words for my books !!
My castle is a good home and a prison to sum but i believe the darkness is a calm place my children of the Night we will rise up in the darkness to feed to rule to conquer the world and land for my name is Vlad dracula tepes the 3rd and i will rule the night
This Castle is barren, dark, and cold. Not a soul now resides here. Only the bones remain, sealed forever in this utopia of death, for no one dared enter this kingdom. The creatures of night resided here, their cravings for mortal kind were inevitably dooming them. Once the people had enough of death and fear they fought the beasts inside this kingdom until they were safe from darkness and death. When they had won this castle dimmed its dark lights and sealed its walls for no mortal was worthy of entry. Some have tried to crack its unholy seal, but non have returned. This kingdom is a reminder that Death will always be there, and those who go against its rules, it will consume, with Fear of it to follow.
The start of this makes me think of red riding hood walking through the forest at night lost and scared and the wolves stalk her......