With your permission Enigma, I'd like to use this and another one of your videos to give some of my friends a taste of my personality. I have a friend that really thinks she's an alien and I think this will fit her very well.
Their triumphal procession could not exactly be called a 'march.' Bodies of writhing tendrils, polyps and ropy musculature were not suited to that task. Yet they moved with an unwholesome rhythm to the high-pitched piping of accursed instruments, an expression of inhuman purpose. There was no true triumph in their swaying advance, nor glee nor vengeance over the vanquished foe. Rather, their movements expressed an utterly pitiless indifference to our resistance or our surrender, as relentless and inevitable as the all-swallowing void of cosmic Time and the tolling bells of death.
I've probably listened to this around 30 times by now; mainly when working on stuff. *EDIT (5/20/2019 AD 11:30 PM):* Also, the picture chosen for this at least color and music sound wise has always gone with a specific sci-fi faction of mine. lol
For centuries mankind had found themselves atop everything. They were the gods among gods. They had been for many a century, but now they faced a greater advisory that had been dormant since the dawn of time. Mankind now experienced something they thought science fiction, just a bad nightmare, or a campfire story. For now, they see the manifestation of their hate, their greed, their lust, all merged into a mystical being of infinite power. Mankind finally see's the error of their way's, but they see too late. Come forth the destroyer of worlds, bringer of death, and wash this slate clean, for it it lost in _God's_ eyes.
The feeling is incredible, game producers would be stupid if they wont give you a job
Ikr? I play alot of video games jamming to the enigmas music as well other artists electronic music.
I gotta say, I'm loving the music so far. It's unique but with noticeable inspiration
With your permission Enigma, I'd like to use this and another one of your videos to give some of my friends a taste of my personality. I have a friend that really thinks she's an alien and I think this will fit her very well.
You Are GREAT nice song
Love this
LOVED the start of it :D
Wow! Great song! :D
Their triumphal procession could not exactly be called a 'march.' Bodies of writhing tendrils, polyps and ropy musculature were not suited to that task. Yet they moved with an unwholesome rhythm to the high-pitched piping of accursed instruments, an expression of inhuman purpose. There was no true triumph in their swaying advance, nor glee nor vengeance over the vanquished foe. Rather, their movements expressed an utterly pitiless indifference to our resistance or our surrender, as relentless and inevitable as the all-swallowing void of cosmic Time and the tolling bells of death.
Holy crap what did I just read
That was really good, I liked it a lot.
Esta muy buena la música
🖤
Niiiicceeeee...This theme was created a day after my Day of Birth..A sure sign of my rise to power XDDD
I've probably listened to this around 30 times by now; mainly when working on stuff. *EDIT (5/20/2019 AD 11:30 PM):* Also, the picture chosen for this at least color and music sound wise has always gone with a specific sci-fi faction of mine. lol
Hehe...
...sounds like Space Invaders.
"Lich King"
just great! like from a science fiction movie...from a good one ;)
how long did it take to finish this song?
dude you sould SOOOOO release an album!!!!!!! or go on ture or something!!!!!
You should be selling these tunes on Amazon
the likes where at 115 when I hit it.
alien zombies?!?
For centuries mankind had found themselves atop everything. They were the gods among gods. They had been for many a century, but now they faced a greater advisory that had been dormant since the dawn of time. Mankind now experienced something they thought science fiction, just a bad nightmare, or a campfire story. For now, they see the manifestation of their hate, their greed, their lust, all merged into a mystical being of infinite power.
Mankind finally see's the error of their way's, but they see too late. Come forth the destroyer of worlds, bringer of death, and wash this slate clean, for it it lost in _God's_ eyes.
The slayer has entered the chat.
Aliens and God have left the chat . Permanently.
Listen to this while reading The Russian Sleep Experiment.