👉Tracklist: 00:00 Dead Melodies & Beyond The Ghost - Message from The Horsemen cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/criers-bane 07:22 Atrium Carceri & Cities Last Broadcast - An Atrementous City cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/black-corner-den 11:58 Dead Melodies & Beyond The Ghost - At The Foundry Gates cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/criers-bane 18:53 Wordclock - Beatrice's Euphoria cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/heralds 24:39 Atrium Carceri & Cities Last Broadcast - The Great Order of Things cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/black-stage-of-night 29:16 Dead Melodies & Beyond The Ghost - A Theatre of Shadows cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/criers-bane 33:22 Dead Melodies - The Sacred Scroll cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/fabled-machines-of-old 38:33 Atrium Carceri & Cities Last Broadcast - All Things Nocturnal cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/black-stage-of-night 44:00 Dead Melodies & Beyond The Ghost - Parlour of Ignorance cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/criers-bane 48:10 Atrium Carceri & Cities Last Broadcast - Prepare the Stage of Night cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/black-corner-den 52:40 Dead Melodies & Beyond The Ghost - The Unforgiving Toll of Time cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/criers-bane
@@amrito9580 the scraggly, knowing look of the lady on the corner, the delicious taste of horse piss mead, the DEEP wedgie of my never-washed pantaloons. hot peasant summer.
"the night is stained red with blood, the same blood that has cursed us all, for those that have fallen to its suffering, and for those who still remain hopeful and innocent beneath this dammed moonlight...It is for them that I return to the hunt"
Without music, I could never even begin to make an idea in order to want to make a film out of it. I honestly feel that all art is like music. It all requires a good rhythm to draw someone from the outside, in. if a filmmaker doesn't understand the music score of their story then the story is likely not to work. I always have songs in my head for each scene I write. Like a theme for each part. This way, when you need to revisit that scene to rewrite or add something you can go back to it's theme song and get back into the energy the scene is supposed to have.
Yep. I’ve been trying to create my own fictional series for fun, and listening to music like this helps inspire my creativity. (Depending on what scene I’m creating)
@@birdyghostly I had a film teacher who said your movie should be just as good without music and so many use music as a cheap way to make them seem better. I disagreed with him. If the music raises the entertainment then what is wrong with that? That's the point of a movie. To entertain. Who cares how it does it. My favorite director would not be as good to me if he didn't have the band that scores his movies. They are a perfect match for each other. And many times I think movies fail because they choose the wrong composer for the feel they are going for. You have to almost have a musician mindset to fully get the image you want in a story. Music and storytelling are very similar. It's all about making a good rhythm that attracts the mind.
Thief The Dark Project is one of my top five games. Those games got me interested in atmospheric moody music like this when I was in middle school. And what do you know, I'm here enjoying the heck outta Cryo Chamber.
Have you heard of Ulf Söderberg? (Sephiroth) One of his tracks _Now Night Her Course Began_ is featured in a Thief 2 Mission called Death's Cold Embrace. It's like Church/Dark Ambient type. Not sure if CC has any Sephiroth on this channel though.
Currently writing a one-shot gothic horror themed DnD session for my friends and this playlist is helping set the atmosphere wonderfully. Wish me luck!
@@jimmyrussells8309 it's the simpliest system, if you are trting to introduce new people to rol, if you are good enough you can do any type of session on any type of system
@@jimmyrussells8309 To study a new system for one one-shot? Doubtful. Maybe if you like the setting, then you can, but as it is, I don't see anything wrong (although Gurps is much more suitable for experiments like this, but anyway)
I have read "Dracula" recently. This music reminds me of the first chapter, more exactly Johnathan's way to Dracula's castle. The horses making those sounds...
The spookiest scene in in my opinion is Mina being dragged into sleep after Van Helsing gives her the opiate sedative. Dracula is suspenseful and fast-paced, therefore "a page turner" for those combating short attention spans, so its the book I recommend to friends who don't like reading.
“Come, Watson, come!' he cried. 'The game is afoot. Not a word! Into your clothes and come!' Ten minutes later we were both in a cab and rattling through the silent streets on our way to Charing Cross Station.”
Perfect for the really Gothic region in my game, been searching for something more actively ominous than Victorian Streets but less intense than piano and wind music
We arrive at this city in a cold night. The darkness tainted the atmosphere and the faces of the few people wandering so late at night tells of how little hope they seem to have. Of course because of the cold you would expect lightned fireplaces warming the houses and smooking chimneys but there were none except for one, a distant chimney from which a scarlett red smoke was poisoning the night sky, we knew right away.....that was the place.
"As the night grew darker and the lamps grew brighter, a strange man roamed the streets dressed in black from head to toe, stalking the empty cobblestone streets of the city. His dark aura stretching as far as the light could reach, his eyes a piercing grayish blue. And as he watched the night grow darker with every breathe he took. It was pierced by a howl of an unearthly creature, before the night grew silent once more"
"What is darkness but lurking sun? What is wall but enslaved stone? What is glass but tortured sand? What is a song but a call to arms? What is hate but jilted love? What is life but death pending?"
Writing a passage in my book (not in English , obviously) where a spark of hope is found by the protagonist in the deepest dark, this playlist is perfect
Your guys playlists always inspire feelings of creativity, especially for TTRPGs that I run campaigns for. I think you have helped me realized the next phase of my currently on hold campaigns next direction.
@@cryochamberlabel you guys should stream or record a game soundtracked by your music. I use it when both writing for and running games for my players and they love it
I am playing this music every morning welcoming my kindergarten students to classroom. The music brings calmness as they enter and play quietly waiting for class to begin. Thank you.
While listening this awesome ambience, I came up with an idea. Why don't we all play a game like the story chain where someone would start the story and others would continue it one by one (the ones we used to play when we were kids!). Alright I start it:- I don't know how to describe it, its beautiful yet terrific; snow covered mountains, frigid weather and frosty forests which rarely allows sunlight to break in. The most appropriate word for it that currently comes to my mind is 'mystifying'. The moment I stepped here, the environment felt very inexplicable. Though I don't know whether to call it a proper city or not, because for every other people in this world, this would be a beautiful city apt for vacations but I think only the people who actually came here, would understand what I am saying. I'm not so sure whether tourists would come here. Few days ago my friend called me and told me about a big plot of land in this magnificent place, to make a hotel. He said that making a hotel would attract many tourists and a good source of income which we direly needed, because generally no one comes this side of Romania, and so there has never a been any hotel here. And now as I have reached here, I understood why no one comes here. If the daylight is so gloomy here, what would the night seem like. It's really awkward as I've visited Romania twice earlier but this place feels so different, not only from Romania but from the rest of the world. While on my way to here, strangely I saw no sign boards nor any milestones, just a single, nearly broken nameplate on the side of the road from where the forest starts and on it was written, "Welcome to Transylvania". (Make up the next part of the story)
It was raining pearls now. Here and there different tones I could echolocate them immediately. It's not the first time vision got blurry, but the sound never, infact I use to be blind and in my agony I developed a superhuman skill. I never shared this with anyone but you. Because you're the only one I trust. I don't trust these trees nor I see myself opening any of the chamber doors to the possible betrayal of this unfriendly architecture and their suspicious roamers. What I see is steam finding it's way out of the shining skin of the tree trunks. I catch a breath , inhaling silently. Once the wet grass kept balding away, stones perfectly cut off, marked the end of the road. I was standing on the beginning, but also the end. As if no citizen could ever leave, was spellbound to no future outside, or free movement. I did feel a sudden change in temperature, I felt like I was trasspassing, I felt guilty of a humangus crime. Then again, "meat worm" dawned in my mind, bringing clarity to an existential crisis I can't put on hold any longer. In millisecond I ripped my left glove off, it was - the itch. Unmistakable. Without having to inspect it I slapped my hand on the mouth. Using my teeth I could claw the worms end and with calculated amount of force and pulling, the parasite was out. Not the first time doing this. It kept swirling around my lips it's slimy bubbly body trying to catch a grip on next flesh if it could. As if it's not enough that I'm being eaten alive by this monsters, I wasn't bareing to keep looking at it a moment more. I spat it out and projected vomit. Even though I snapped the worm with my teeth, I didn't dare to look at my hand, so I put the glove on back. Without any bad restrictions that worm was smashed unrecognizably. There's reasons I came here, that are much complex then you'd think. Spooky town, I hear your scream for me. I don't know if it's coming from excitement or from fear.
I have been living in this Godforsaken hellscape for over a week now (or at least I think it's a week, the mind can't be trusted in a place like this). And while one can never truly acclimatise or understand the sadistic joke that is this town. I have been able to piece together something about my new crimson prison cell. To begin with the hours of light seem surprisingly little, at least in contrast to the rest of the world. It is as if the town is locked in a perpetual winter in which 'daylight' (a sickly gloom) lasts no longer that 4 full turns of the clock. Night on the other hand has more dominance here as when the void smothers the town like a dark curtain concealing the land, bestial sounds and strange macabre illusions follow. I have seen all manner of things; ethereal figures taunting me, livestock being horrible mangled or partially devoured and worse. I even hear voices from someone I recognise but they... they disappeared when I was a boy and yet I hear their voice so clearly in my ear. My newest day of purgatory played a different kind of trick on me but this was no mirage, no hysterical joke or scam this thing was real. A gentleman approached me, he was of a relatively average height and build, he adorned himself in a dark suit and purple shirt and had long dark hair that trickled down his back like wet ink flowing down a page. He examined a pocket watch before looking at me and holding out his hand.
A strange longing to take his hand overcomes me. It is like a feeling of obligation, something I must do and feel honored in doing. I raise my hand slowly to reach out and grasp his own. I reach farther and farther until my muscles strain. I find nothing, and a stark revelation overcomes me: The man is far beyond my reach, he always was, and yet I had been so focused on him that the distance eluded me entirely. Why this man captured my attention so completely I could not say, but the question now kept me fascinated even further. I gaze at him still as a shadow crawled over the town as the flowing grey mass of a cloud passed above it. At the moment the shadow covers him he vanishes from sight completely, but not before mouthing some brief words in the instant before. In my mind I know distance and the inaudible statement should have left his words impossible to understand, yet I understand intrinsically what it was he said. "Find me." Only the aching joints of my still-raised arm finally rouse me from my contemplation. It feels like I had held my arm up for unbearably long, not in minutes but in hours. Have I been here for hours? The cloud layer made it impossible to know, but I remain shaken nonetheless. Uncertain, I retreat to the areas of town I am most familiar with, the residential and market areas where I spend most of my days. Or try to, when possible. In my subconscious thoughts the man and his words, his calling remain. I had come here on business at the suggestion of a friend, found such strange sights and things words could scarcely describe that I thought I would grow accustomed to them, but this man leaves me with a profound impact. Every time I try to dismiss him from my mind he returns like a crushing weight upon my psyche. With hours passed, I sit at my old wooden desk as I come to my determination. Whatever business I came to Transylvania for is now secondary, I must follow the path the dark, mysterious gentleman set me on. I MUST find him.
Beautiful. I have no idea how to explain it but halloween, this type of ambience and etc. gives me some type of nostalgia and comfort. I love everything about it.
You can hear the casual hoof as you begin working your way through the city. The hair on the back of your neck, and on your arms stand on end as you have the feeling of you being watched, even followed. You turn down a alleyway just to walk around the corner of the next street go hear nothing. Eerie silence fills the one active streets. You stop at the silence, a lone guard passing by on top of his horse. As your eyes follow you feel the hot breath of someone on your neck, finally breaking the silence with "I believe you dropped something". Your nerves feel on end as the man speaks, knowing very well you didn't drop anything. You feel a sharp thud to the back of the head, the world spinning before fading to black.
24:39 Atrium Carceri & Cities Last Broadcast - The Great Order of Things - I knew it! It`s from Song Of Horror. Episode 4 :The Last Consert! It so fit the creepy atmosphere of abandonned monastery... And now I know who wrote the game soundtrack ^_^
Another great selection. Some tracks from the "Vampire music" and the "Cathedrals" playlists I believe (which I recommend) delightfully eerie atmosphere.
At this very moment im writting a book, and it is perfect for the passage im working on. The return of the main heroe to her dark and forgotten kingdom. Thx Cryo chamber for such a masterpiece.
I have a story going on about a tribe of humans living on an island that's surrounded by mist that no one ever dares to go to, or has returned from once they have gone inside. Then one day a boat with a boy on it appears from within the mist and the tribe folk find him covered in runic tattoos. And one day, a tall horned figure from the mist starts to whisper to the boy...
Playing a fantasy campaign in a tabletop RPG, and the party is going from an area off the coast full of fun and pirate adventures on the heels of a pirate prince in disguise. He's involved in a good deal of political intrigue in a shady Victorian city in the middle of a thick, dark magical forest. The carriage moves into the darkness and the atmosphere changes. No longer are there scimitar-carrying pirates singing shanties, or the whimsy of their hastily-constructed floating cities. Now, dark eyes watched you. Portions of the forest appear twisted and corrupted by something unearthly. The few people on the road avoid looking your way. The spires of the city begin to loom higher than the nearby trees as they enter the limits. Blinds shut. People head indoors. No one is even wanting to look at the carriage the party are riding in. Stores close as they pass. This begins to play. They were *CAPTIVATED.* Thanks, Cryo Chamber!
everything in colours of black and white...so much so that your vision has adjusted to your soul...as dark as the middle of the night...the hoot of a nearby owl, the scraping sound of paper against the pen, the shadowy forms flitting past your closed chamber...the grandfather clock resounding ever again that it's time for you to sleep...but sleep shall not come as it seems, since you've got company...that which only you can feel...neither see nor smell...if only...
I'm a writer and now I'm working on the story about mediavil, inquistion, envy and evil. It hadn't be something polysemical but after listening of that soundtracks I started change my story and now actually there will be a few analogies with Hitler or, considering situation in the world nowadays, maybe don't only with Hitler. Thank you guys. You are making my stories better)
You know this story. Dark and menacing clouds rapidly gather, sinister black shadows start appearing, The candlelight slowly flickers before dying..The crack of lightning followed by a crash of thunder... A mad genius. An unholy creation. The world, of course, remembers the monster, not the man. But sometimes, when you look closely, there's more to a tale. Sometimes the monster is the man. ''If I cannot inspire love,then I will embrace hate and will bring forth fear and reign havock upon this earth ''
(What i imagine listening to all of this) Title: Sacred Dark Knight [Narrated/Thinking], "Chat", (noise), {movement/scene},, -flashback- Main Character name: Aleus Ketrick (Age: 21 y/o) [The darkness, the place where you can't see anything, only a luck can tell either you'll save or not in it...] Aleus: [...but those who seek for it, that person must be hoping for freedom in it...],{look up to the moon}, "..." (Rain,horse,walking,talk,and wood plank noise) {Aleus get into a bar and sit next to the window alone, everyone around mind their business, bar worker after clean Aleus's table with the handkercheif} Worker: "would you like to have anything?" Aleus: "a milk" (A noise of doors and someone boots walking into the bar) {3 armed man walk in, they look old yet still walk like a young man, Aleus look at them in quiet, they come towards the table and talk with the worker behind it, Aleus mind his business and pull out a small paper, it look dirty a little bit with symbols on it, it caught those 3 man attention, they walk towards Aleus and sit with him, one of them talk with Aleus with their deep voice} Man 1: "what is that?" Aleus: "i don't know" Man 1: "can i see it?" {Aleus hand over the paper} Man 1: "hhmm... this symbols, it must be meaning something, where do you get it?" {Give the paper back to Aleus} Aleus: "it was a gift... from my mother before she left me" Man 1: "you're not from here?" Aleus: "no, but my mother is from here..., ...can i ask you something?" Man 1{with sharp look}: "no, this conv closed" {The man stand and leave the bar, followed by 2 men behind, Aleus confused} {Aleus finished working at the stall as a helper, ready to leave} Stall Owner: "here, your money" Aleus: "thank you" {Aleus sees 3 armed man walking through stall by stall and he head to the church} {it was quiet, only 1 person there, Aleus sits and starts praying for a way he can find his mother, his left pocket feel hot and he pull out a paper that he kept and throw it on the ground, the symbol glows red, Aleus was shocked and try to pick it, the person who sits there came to the paper and pick it, it was a girl with brown hair, and silver eye} Aleus: "thank you" The girl: "you're welcome, what is that?" {Aleus hide the paper in his pocket quickly} Aleus: "oh its nothing, just a trash" The girl: "alright..." {Aleus take out the paper and put on the table in his room, he move back and sits on his bed} Aleus: "what was that?" -what happen in the church- Aleus: "what just happen..." (Little rainy noise) {Aleus sits alone and drink his milk, a person came in and Aleus look at it, it is the girl from the church, she went to the bar table and turn her head around, she saw Aleus and smile, she then walk towards Aleus and sits with him} The girl: "rainy night isn't it?" Aleus: "..." The girl: "whats your name?" Aleus: "Aleus... Aleus Ketrick" The girl: "good to see you~ Aleus. My name is Layra... Margette" Aleus: "you too..." Layra: "huh..." Aleus: "what?" Layra: "never see you around before, new here?" Aleus: "hhmm" Layra: "why are you here?" Aleus: "my mother was from here" Layra: "so you stay with your mother?" Aleus: "no, i'm looking for her, so i can return something" Layra: "i see... good luck with that" {get up to leave} Aleus: "hey, can i ask you something?" Layra: {sit} "what?" Aleus: "it's so quiet around midnight here, wha-" Layra: "question like that can't be answered here" Aleus: "sorry" Layra: {stand up} "follow me" {Layra takes Aleus at the bar counter table and talk with the worker behind it, she then takes Aleus to the basement of the bar} Aleus: "basement?" Layra: "come sit here" Aleus: {sit with Layra} "back to question" Layra: "it's around 2 AM now..." (Sound of light being shutted on their top) Aleus: "what happen up there?" Layra: "they'll hiding til morning" Aleus: "hiding? From what?" Layra: "the devil who suck on blood, the vampire, they'll go around find their prey during midnight, you see this?" {Layra shows a revolver in her jacket} Layra: [no one know how it happen or how did they get here..., ...the first person who find it, is a blacksmith, after he mention about the vampire, he was gone. No one know what happen to him...] "...and until now, we've live in here, covered with fear" Aleus: "what about the king in the castle?" Layra: "useless!" Aleus: "what?" Layra: "the king left the town and vampire take over the castle, people gone month by month" Aleus: "s- uh..." {sad look on Aleus face} Layra: "a trust that people put on highly is thrown on the ground and stepped by..., ...you can't go home until the sun comes up, we'll sleep here"
Stumbled on this music looking for a 'Limbo' soundtrack. I've since listened to a number of Cryo Chamber's other music sets, and i've found a few I do like, but this one sets the bar for me. Puts me in the 'zone' while working.
The best parts about these videos are: 1. It all sounds like one song so you can never tell the difference. 2. This is an hour long so if you ever think of a scenario to put yourself in, and f_ck it up even the slightest, you have until the end of the video to rethink it.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, tapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor, " I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door- Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in a bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore- For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore- Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; Presently to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;- Merely this, and nothing more." Out into the darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"- Merely this, and nothing more.
I'm now working in my upcoming game "Curses 'N Abominations", programming in the late night, getting inspired to advance, thanks for sharing these incredible piece of art.
Avanzano impetuose lungo la città, inarrestabili, forti, sinistre,sinuose. Una sciarpa oscura che avvolge il tuo corpo e ti fa sentire immortale in quei pochi secondi, così mi sento ed è incredibile 🖤🌒🥀😈
i just watched both Sherlock Holmes movies (RD jr. and Jude Law) this morning. fitting for a rainy Sunday. And then to discover this mix this afternoon accompanying me as i enjoyed a late lunch. splendid. you made this sunday quite a nice one by sharing this. thank you!
"Seen things? Ye gots to be more specific, stranger. The whole town's seen things, more than what this humble cart driver can tell ye in a single evenin'. My advice? Just be stayin' indoors till mornin' after that there churchbell rings. Else ye gonna be addin' yer name to a tombstone."
Townhill at night was a hard city. Especially in the Docks District, where the smog from the factories mixed with the rancid stench of the slaughter yards, and it all poured down into the teeming waters of the harbor where drunk men fell into the frigid drink and whalers tossed the bodies of unruly locals for extra pennies before their next voyage. The Bowler Street Boys were out that night, and they watched us from beneath caps pulled low over their eyes as me and my partner approached the gathering of Guardsmen around the body, the razorblades sewn into their hat brims glinting in the moonlight. The woman was pretty, and dressed up. Red lips and a red dress, torn some and thrown over her head. It was strange, her clothing was quite nice, far nicer than anything someone living in the Docks District could afford. She lay in a pool of her own blood, some of it still seeping from the stab wounds that littered her body, marred by fresh bruises and scrapes. The sergeant who crouched beside her looked as we approached, and stood quickly, removing his cap. "Detectives," he said, "you came quickly." "Well, we were curious when we heard," said my partner, Kiernan. "The Boys been watching this whole time?" He nodded his head in the direction of the Bowler Street Boys, leaning over the railings of a nearby tavern balcony. ""Yeah, thats Miss Allies, where they have their club meetings. We've been watching them for months outta there, but they been smart enough to not do nothing wrong since they figured we were on their case." "You dont think they did this," I asked, crouching down to examine the body myself. Her body was bruised and battered and cut all to ribbons, but her face was still pristine, other than smudged makeup. I found that interesting, and quickly pulled a notebook out of my breast pocket to write it down. "No, they know better than to do nothing around Miss Allies," said the sergeant. "And besides, it was a lady come outta there who reported the body. Said she thought it was her sister first, but then realized she never seen the dead woman before." "Think the Boys will talk to us if we question them?" my partner asked, and the sergeant shrugged. "Maybe, but I doubt it. People dont like guardsmen down here, you know that." As they spoke, I reached forward and touched the clammy flesh of the dead woman, but there was no warmth left. She must have been here for a while, though decay had not set in either. If I had to guess, she was killed only a few hours ago, probably right where she fell. But how no one heard her scream was beyond me. Her dress covered her neck, and curious, I pulled it down, to find bruising and chaffing, marked in a way that looked like rope, and a necklace, tucked under her bodice. I tugged it out, and found a circular shape, and an odd set of patterns adorning the outside, with a metal rope design spiraling around the outside of the pendant, knotted at the top where it connected with the chain. This, along with the ligature marks, and noted as well. "Do we know who the woman is?" I asked, looking up at her face one last time, as mysteriously unblemished as it was. "No, but we have a sketch artist coming down now to get her picture, and then we'll move her to the morgue." "Alright," I said, standing back up. "Make sure you get that pendant on her neck, I'm curious about it." The case was strange from the start, certainly, but it was nothing too out of the ordinary. But the longer it went on, the strange it would become, leading me down a path I had never dreamed of.
A dark story written with sounds, the sounds of nature awaken the imagination, we wander among unknown streets, we fall into the abyss of mystical sounds ... , 🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵
Dance for the Tyrant She had hooded eyes as dark as the coals beneath her feet that simply needed no kohl lining. The clothes fitted to her lithe figure had been draped on with great care but were made to blend in with the countless jewelry crisscrossed about her. She had the true poise of a dancer, carrying herself in grace of a fallen royal. And when she danced the jewelry across her hip conversed with the music almost shyly. As the tall doors to the bed chamber fell open, the music from the piano echoed through the high ceilinged chamber along with the sizzling of the coals beneath her. He stood at the entrance motionless in pristine evening clothes as his lady of the evening moved elegantly around the fuming section of their bed chamber. He looked out of the place without a single blemish on him. A crowd followed in after him, she had asked for witnesses. She wanted the whole world to know where her heart housed. There was no need for secrecy. He always walked into the pleasure house with his head held high; he held his stance during the day for the empire so was it so great a crime for him to seek serenity during the night? She wished what she saw in his eyes for her were love, she truly did even as she knew better. Her feet spoke to the music notes in the air as her body conversed with the music. She danced on and on, her form never quivering even though as she had to battle to maintain her face; the heat burning through her delicate skin. She was made to dance, the best of the skill but even she had not been taught precedently to dance on burning coal. He stood anesthetized by her sentiments for him; the root of which ran deeper than any blade or flame could ever pull out. The flute joined in along with the piano, the tune instigaing her to dance along further. The sparks from the coals licked through her flesh almost lazily, as if knowing this lover would not run away too soon. Her grace showed even as she felt herself burning. She danced like she’d been taught to, smiling every time her eyes met her nightly companion’s light eyes even across the shadows on his face. She had enough practice of dancing from a young age; brought up to be loved by several but never held during the day. He would not jump in to get her away. She knew that too well. The beloved emperor could not afford to get deep burns or the empire could meet its downfall. On and on her hips swayed to the music carried her even as the temperature of the room increasing by several degrees. Her belly chains making their own music. Her lady stood by mouth hanging open in shock and disappointment, refusing to believe her own eyes as their most frequented artisan ruined the soles of her feet earning scars which would never fade having kissed the flames once. “Yali” she mouthed, devastated. Yali could almost hear the next words: ‘Who will love you now that you have charred your skin for another man?’ But Yali did not need another lover, the emperor alone made sure the brothel was well taken care of for his nightly person resided there and this was her only income. The crowds’ eyes moved from the dancer to the man who had taken a seat by the bed and had moved from the entrance now. When the sole lights casted by the flaming charcoals finally lit his face, his face revealed to be as impassive as ever. He was merely calmly watching the scene unfold. Did the emperor, His Majesty set her up to this? He surely never suggested nor fathomed such a thing. The emperor cared for her. He truly cared for the one who warmed his bed on nights when the world decided to stow her burdens on his shoulders. He needed her by his side on nights when his wife, the empress only added further to his weary loads. He cared for her just enough to not overturn the empire, just enough to not lay by her as dawn broke even when his once marriage of love to the empress threatened to throttle him. He cared for her… but she knew he could also find her replacement if she were ever to be gone. Behind walls he was known as a tyrant on battle grounds, never ceasing to throw even his dearest ones to ensure they still won; that he still won. He was said to lack emotions but Yali knew he cared, just cared about majority over a precious one. Why did she take up this task then? Yali had no solid answer to this question. All she knew was she had taken one look at His Majesty’s sleeping form and decided she wanted to express how much she loved him and there was truly no better way. She still thought this was the best choice even as she felt the scorching heat reach her constricted chest. Still she kept her smile on, doing her best to hold in. She continued to dance the night away even as the musicians grimaced at her state. Yali knew she must look far from pretty by now. She had asked the women to apply the least makeup today as she knew it would all melt away. She had asked for more cheery jewelry instead. The sisters; as she called them had looked at her in surprise as she almost always refused to put on too much jewelry but had happily decked her up having heard she was going to perform for the emperor today. They knew it would be some sort of love confession to the man, having asked for audience but even they trembled by the door having looked at the state of her. Despite the audience’s terrified hushed silence, the jewelry across her lithe figure met each other and created chimed beautifully, almost as if it were a language to only be spoken behind the closed doors of the bed chamber of two star crossed lovers. The onlookers looked away at such bashful euphony. Only when the music came to an end did she stop. Even so, she continued till the last beat. And when she stopped to bow gracefully, a flame in her eyes that could not be overthrown even by the harsh flames beneath the charring coals. The emperor’s breath almost hitched; almost. Her eyes were glued to his even as she slowly made her way across the room, almost as if there were no coals and it was all an illusion. But looking closer at her anyone could tell she’d been to hell and back. All of her dark hair obediently cascading down across her dainty back. Her face flushed red and damp. He stood up when she was few steps away from him still and the room gasped, surely their emperor His Majesty standing up before someone. Yali’s face relaxed further as she stepped away from the coal as though her dance persona had melted away and she’d been left bare; the raw her and only for her lover.There was an almost unmistakable hint of rush at her pace as she reached him. it was then that her body decided to give out, her eyelids shutting themselves at their own accord as the emperor caught her in his arms. None of it mattered as she had finally gotten what she’d wanted. twitter:@julyswillow
@@cryochamberlabel I've replayed it a few times. Definitely in my top 5, atmosphere and combat system is great, storyline is awesome, the only thing I'd change is that you only get 5 xp for defeating common enemies each. I feel like if I have the opportunity to feed on them, I should get more. But I'm just nitpicking. Would recommend, especially this time of year 🎃🍁🍂
@@cryochamberlabel i played it , and I felt like game is more designed as you being a mage doctor not a vampire . It is still a good game tho, lots of good dialogue, great atmosphere and interesting combat system
To understand the upper quartiles of human potential is to understand our darkest proclivities, desires and abilities. While it isn’t necessary to embody these things, at least not always, it is necessary to master the potential of malevolence from within us. It is just as critical and fundamentally profound as love itself, they are an existing pair in duality and in tandem. The light does not exist without the dark, the trick is to navigate such a conception without falling prey to the overwhelming appeal or enticement of either, except that is authentically grounded in both truth and love.
Love it! I love to listen to this when I work on horror novels in my spair time! The music helps me picture what's going in the particular scene when I write it out!
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👉Tracklist:
00:00 Dead Melodies & Beyond The Ghost - Message from The Horsemen
cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/criers-bane
07:22 Atrium Carceri & Cities Last Broadcast - An Atrementous City
cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/black-corner-den
11:58 Dead Melodies & Beyond The Ghost - At The Foundry Gates
cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/criers-bane
18:53 Wordclock - Beatrice's Euphoria
cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/heralds
24:39 Atrium Carceri & Cities Last Broadcast - The Great Order of Things
cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/black-stage-of-night
29:16 Dead Melodies & Beyond The Ghost - A Theatre of Shadows
cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/criers-bane
33:22 Dead Melodies - The Sacred Scroll
cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/fabled-machines-of-old
38:33 Atrium Carceri & Cities Last Broadcast - All Things Nocturnal
cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/black-stage-of-night
44:00 Dead Melodies & Beyond The Ghost - Parlour of Ignorance
cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/criers-bane
48:10 Atrium Carceri & Cities Last Broadcast - Prepare the Stage of Night
cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/black-corner-den
52:40 Dead Melodies & Beyond The Ghost - The Unforgiving Toll of Time
cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/criers-bane
Can I use this for my videogame?
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''Oh, a hunter, are ya? And an outsider? What a mess you've been caught up in. And tonight, of all nights."
A hoonter must hoont
A hoonter must hoont.
Haha i was thinking the exact same
A hoonter must hoont
Foul Beast, Away Away
The dark, narrow, winding streets. The cold rain. The sound of the approaching carman. The autumn of terror.
the tall dark spires, the foggy cobblestone roads, the untouched books in the old bookstore...
milk, bred, cheez, fork, spoon
@@amrito9580 the scraggly, knowing look of the lady on the corner, the delicious taste of horse piss mead, the DEEP wedgie of my never-washed pantaloons. hot peasant summer.
sunshine, rainbows, unicorns and feckin' glitter
all the king's horses, all the king's men, couldn't put humpty together again
Beasts all over the shop…you’ll be one of em…sooner or later…
oooooh bloodborne reference !! i love it ! close your eyes and imagine Yharnam
A hoonter must hoont 🦇
Bloodborne is amazing
100 inside
A hunter is a hunter even in a dream
"the night is stained red with blood, the same blood that has cursed us all, for those that have fallen to its suffering, and for those who still remain hopeful and innocent beneath this dammed moonlight...It is for them that I return to the hunt"
Wow Damian that sounds beautiful.
I imagine the voice of Wayne June, and it's just perfect
"Ah, you've found yourself a hunter. Hello, good hunter."
To all you fellow short story/fiction writers out there, keep at your craft! :)
Music like this inspires the creativity
Thank you. I’m listening to this right now as I write my story. It’s not exactly fitting for it but I love the ambiance!
Without music, I could never even begin to make an idea in order to want to make a film out of it. I honestly feel that all art is like music. It all requires a good rhythm to draw someone from the outside, in. if a filmmaker doesn't understand the music score of their story then the story is likely not to work. I always have songs in my head for each scene I write. Like a theme for each part. This way, when you need to revisit that scene to rewrite or add something you can go back to it's theme song and get back into the energy the scene is supposed to have.
Yep. I’ve been trying to create my own fictional series for fun, and listening to music like this helps inspire my creativity. (Depending on what scene I’m creating)
@@HealthHorror yes. I listen to specific music before or during I write, depending on what scene I plan on writing to make the scene better
@@birdyghostly I had a film teacher who said your movie should be just as good without music and so many use music as a cheap way to make them seem better. I disagreed with him. If the music raises the entertainment then what is wrong with that? That's the point of a movie. To entertain. Who cares how it does it. My favorite director would not be as good to me if he didn't have the band that scores his movies. They are a perfect match for each other. And many times I think movies fail because they choose the wrong composer for the feel they are going for. You have to almost have a musician mindset to fully get the image you want in a story. Music and storytelling are very similar. It's all about making a good rhythm that attracts the mind.
Reminds me of the Thief games. Amazing ambience for prowling around the alleyways at night nicking purses of unaware taffers
I need to play through the Thief series again, got hooked on the 2nd one back in the day
man I miss those games
Thief The Dark Project is one of my top five games. Those games got me interested in atmospheric moody music like this when I was in middle school. And what do you know, I'm here enjoying the heck outta Cryo Chamber.
@@ChristopherLeBlancArtAndDesign Small world, I've been to your artstation before, love it!
Have you heard of Ulf Söderberg? (Sephiroth) One of his tracks _Now Night Her Course Began_ is featured in a Thief 2 Mission called Death's Cold Embrace. It's like Church/Dark Ambient type. Not sure if CC has any Sephiroth on this channel though.
Currently writing a one-shot gothic horror themed DnD session for my friends and this playlist is helping set the atmosphere wonderfully. Wish me luck!
Of all of the systems to run gothic-horror in and you choose dnd?
@@jimmyrussells8309 it's the simpliest system, if you are trting to introduce new people to rol, if you are good enough you can do any type of session on any type of system
@@jimmyrussells8309 To study a new system for one one-shot? Doubtful. Maybe if you like the setting, then you can, but as it is, I don't see anything wrong (although Gurps is much more suitable for experiments like this, but anyway)
Oh wow that sounds so great!!!
Reading Dracula and listening to this on repeat. Its as perfect as the Carpathian mountains!🖤
I have read "Dracula" recently. This music reminds me of the first chapter, more exactly Johnathan's way to Dracula's castle. The horses making those sounds...
@@CVTME exactly!
@@CVTME I wish I had found this when I was reading the first chapter. It would've increased the anxious feelings the chapter brought
Halfway through m6 first read of Dracula and just found this, sitting down to continue just now 😃
The spookiest scene in in my opinion is Mina being dragged into sleep after Van Helsing gives her the opiate sedative.
Dracula is suspenseful and fast-paced, therefore "a page turner" for those combating short attention spans, so its the book I recommend to friends who don't like reading.
The Bloodborne vibes are strong
“The night brims with defiled scum, and is permeated by their vile stench. Just think. Now you're all set to hunt and kill to your hearts content”
What’s that from?
@@JeremyRenner191 bloodborne
@@JeremyRenner191 Valtyr, Master of the League from Bloodborne
Watching the Bloodborne trailer and now listening to this is just the motivation I need for my story revival.
“Come, Watson, come!' he cried. 'The game is afoot. Not a word! Into your clothes and come!'
Ten minutes later we were both in a cab and rattling through the silent streets on our way to Charing Cross Station.”
WELL SAID!!!
@@johnpratt3187 Elementary.
I think that, the Dead's melodies are connected with the deep spiritual transformation. ❤❤❤🔥🔥🔥
Perfect for the really Gothic region in my game, been searching for something more actively ominous than Victorian Streets but less intense than piano and wind music
We arrive at this city in a cold night. The darkness tainted the atmosphere and the faces of the few people wandering so late at night tells of how little hope they seem to have. Of course because of the cold you would expect lightned fireplaces warming the houses and smooking chimneys but there were none except for one, a distant chimney from which a scarlett red smoke was poisoning the night sky, we knew right away.....that was the place.
Love it
Now all this needs is some Cleric Beast screaming.
"As the night grew darker and the lamps grew brighter, a strange man roamed the streets dressed in black from head to toe, stalking the empty cobblestone streets of the city. His dark aura stretching as far as the light could reach, his eyes a piercing grayish blue. And as he watched the night grow darker with every breathe he took. It was pierced by a howl of an unearthly creature, before the night grew silent once more"
"What is darkness but lurking sun?
What is wall but enslaved stone?
What is glass but tortured sand?
What is a song but a call to arms?
What is hate but jilted love?
What is life but death pending?"
Ahh i see a fellow traveler who found this, the same as I
"I have this thirst, for blood..."
Thank you, never thought I'd find that quote here.
i imagine the old London, dark and full of crimes, especially the victorian era... with Jack the Ripper and Sherlock Holmes... love the music, thanks
Perfect timing for autumn. Picturing a ghost wandering through an old castle.
This castle has alot of horses in it
@@deusdiver What else will ghosts ride?
Autumn is my favorite for this reason 🎶
@@deadmanreading3152 I know it's a well known fact that ghosts ride horses, but inside the castle? Some manners should be present
Writing a passage in my book (not in English , obviously) where a spark of hope is found by the protagonist in the deepest dark, this playlist is perfect
A place of inspiration for writers....best channel ever
Your guys playlists always inspire feelings of creativity, especially for TTRPGs that I run campaigns for. I think you have helped me realized the next phase of my currently on hold campaigns next direction.
Nice, homebrew?
@@cryochamberlabel Yup, homebrew Pathfinder/3.5 campaign!
@@Talarkas Nice, just playing through the Pathfinder CRPGs. Kinda wish I hadn't given my Pathfinder rulebook away last year.
@@cryochamberlabel you guys should stream or record a game soundtracked by your music. I use it when both writing for and running games for my players and they love it
@@markbradley9907 Thanks. I ( Atrium Carceri ) just created the soundtrack for Mortal Shell actually, so we work on that stuff from time to time.
We are born of the blood
Made men of the blood
Our eyes have yet to open
Fear The Old Blood.
Undone by the blood
i must take my leave…
"You're sure to be in a fine haze about now, but don't think too hard about all of this. Just go out and kill a few beasts. It's for your own good."
@@yooniperberries lmao! Say what? Lol!
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I am playing this music every morning welcoming my kindergarten students to classroom. The music brings calmness as they enter and play quietly waiting for class to begin. Thank you.
While listening this awesome ambience, I came up with an idea. Why don't we all play a game like the story chain where someone would start the story and others would continue it one by one (the ones we used to play when we were kids!). Alright I start it:-
I don't know how to describe it, its beautiful yet terrific; snow covered mountains, frigid weather and frosty forests which rarely allows sunlight to break in. The most appropriate word for it that currently comes to my mind is 'mystifying'. The moment I stepped here, the environment felt very inexplicable. Though I don't know whether to call it a proper city or not, because for every other people in this world, this would be a beautiful city apt for vacations but I think only the people who actually came here, would understand what I am saying. I'm not so sure whether tourists would come here. Few days ago my friend called me and told me about a big plot of land in this magnificent place, to make a hotel. He said that making a hotel would attract many tourists and a good source of income which we direly needed, because generally no one comes this side of Romania, and so there has never a been any hotel here. And now as I have reached here, I understood why no one comes here. If the daylight is so gloomy here, what would the night seem like. It's really awkward as I've visited Romania twice earlier but this place feels so different, not only from Romania but from the rest of the world. While on my way to here, strangely I saw no sign boards nor any milestones, just a single, nearly broken nameplate on the side of the road from where the forest starts and on it was written, "Welcome to Transylvania".
(Make up the next part of the story)
Meat worm
It was raining pearls now. Here and there different tones I could echolocate them immediately. It's not the first time vision got blurry, but the sound never, infact I use to be blind and in my agony I developed a superhuman skill. I never shared this with anyone but you. Because you're the only one I trust. I don't trust these trees nor I see myself opening any of the chamber doors to the possible betrayal of this unfriendly architecture and their suspicious roamers. What I see is steam finding it's way out of the shining skin of the tree trunks. I catch a breath , inhaling silently. Once the wet grass kept balding away, stones perfectly cut off, marked the end of the road. I was standing on the beginning, but also the end. As if no citizen could ever leave, was spellbound to no future outside, or free movement.
I did feel a sudden change in temperature, I felt like I was trasspassing, I felt guilty of a humangus crime. Then again, "meat worm" dawned in my mind, bringing clarity to an existential crisis I can't put on hold any longer. In millisecond I ripped my left glove off, it was - the itch. Unmistakable. Without having to inspect it I slapped my hand on the mouth. Using my teeth I could claw the worms end and with calculated amount of force and pulling, the parasite was out. Not the first time doing this. It kept swirling around my lips it's slimy bubbly body trying to catch a grip on next flesh if it could. As if it's not enough that I'm being eaten alive by this monsters, I wasn't bareing to keep looking at it a moment more. I spat it out and projected vomit. Even though I snapped the worm with my teeth, I didn't dare to look at my hand, so I put the glove on back. Without any bad restrictions that worm was smashed unrecognizably. There's reasons I came here, that are much complex then you'd think. Spooky town, I hear your scream for me. I don't know if it's coming from excitement or from fear.
I have been living in this Godforsaken hellscape for over a week now (or at least I think it's a week, the mind can't be trusted in a place like this). And while one can never truly acclimatise or understand the sadistic joke that is this town. I have been able to piece together something about my new crimson prison cell. To begin with the hours of light seem surprisingly little, at least in contrast to the rest of the world. It is as if the town is locked in a perpetual winter in which 'daylight' (a sickly gloom) lasts no longer that 4 full turns of the clock. Night on the other hand has more dominance here as when the void smothers the town like a dark curtain concealing the land, bestial sounds and strange macabre illusions follow. I have seen all manner of things; ethereal figures taunting me, livestock being horrible mangled or partially devoured and worse. I even hear voices from someone I recognise but they... they disappeared when I was a boy and yet I hear their voice so clearly in my ear. My newest day of purgatory played a different kind of trick on me but this was no mirage, no hysterical joke or scam this thing was real. A gentleman approached me, he was of a relatively average height and build, he adorned himself in a dark suit and purple shirt and had long dark hair that trickled down his back like wet ink flowing down a page. He examined a pocket watch before looking at me and holding out his hand.
A strange longing to take his hand overcomes me. It is like a feeling of obligation, something I must do and feel honored in doing. I raise my hand slowly to reach out and grasp his own. I reach farther and farther until my muscles strain. I find nothing, and a stark revelation overcomes me: The man is far beyond my reach, he always was, and yet I had been so focused on him that the distance eluded me entirely. Why this man captured my attention so completely I could not say, but the question now kept me fascinated even further. I gaze at him still as a shadow crawled over the town as the flowing grey mass of a cloud passed above it. At the moment the shadow covers him he vanishes from sight completely, but not before mouthing some brief words in the instant before. In my mind I know distance and the inaudible statement should have left his words impossible to understand, yet I understand intrinsically what it was he said. "Find me." Only the aching joints of my still-raised arm finally rouse me from my contemplation. It feels like I had held my arm up for unbearably long, not in minutes but in hours. Have I been here for hours? The cloud layer made it impossible to know, but I remain shaken nonetheless. Uncertain, I retreat to the areas of town I am most familiar with, the residential and market areas where I spend most of my days. Or try to, when possible. In my subconscious thoughts the man and his words, his calling remain. I had come here on business at the suggestion of a friend, found such strange sights and things words could scarcely describe that I thought I would grow accustomed to them, but this man leaves me with a profound impact. Every time I try to dismiss him from my mind he returns like a crushing weight upon my psyche. With hours passed, I sit at my old wooden desk as I come to my determination. Whatever business I came to Transylvania for is now secondary, I must follow the path the dark, mysterious gentleman set me on. I MUST find him.
I love all the Bloodborne comments in here! My thoughts exactly while I was listening to this!
"We are born by the blood, made men by the blood, Undone by the blood, Our eyes are yet to open fear the old blood"
" The blood is the life, Mr. Renfield".
Gary Oldman
Dracula.
Damn I want Bloodborne 2.
By the gods, fear it, Laurence.
"By the gods, fear it, Lawrence..."
the first track of this is amazing
This could be the next background for bloodborne 2
Perfect ambiance for my autumnal reread of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
Beautiful. I have no idea how to explain it but halloween, this type of ambience and etc. gives me some type of nostalgia and comfort. I love everything about it.
"There's little more gory a thing than living in Victorian England."
... I'm surprised nobody's made that quote yet.
I hate I know exactly where this is from. All these years and yet I still know the lyrics
Oh, Dan Bull is a fantastic rapper.
"This is horrorcore, beware if you're a common whore
Or at late night you may find me knocking on your door."
What is this from
@@birdyghostly Hannibal Lecter vs Jack the Ripper (ERB)
Я вожу игры по ДнД и часто беру музыку с этого канала, вы потрясающие ребята, удачи вам.
Reminds me of the game “ Nightmare Creatures” on Ps1.
One of my favorite Gothic Horror survivor video games.
Awesome job on this one!
Yessss👍
Yes absolutely
Love the background. Now I want a game where I can explore the area and find something I wasn't meant to see.
kittyhorrorshows game series of haunted cities fits the vibe
Yeah, that game already exists. It's called "Thief." 😉
Artwork reminds me so much of Fallen London. I'm sure the music will be an appropriate accompaniment.
You can hear the casual hoof as you begin working your way through the city. The hair on the back of your neck, and on your arms stand on end as you have the feeling of you being watched, even followed. You turn down a alleyway just to walk around the corner of the next street go hear nothing. Eerie silence fills the one active streets. You stop at the silence, a lone guard passing by on top of his horse. As your eyes follow you feel the hot breath of someone on your neck, finally breaking the silence with "I believe you dropped something". Your nerves feel on end as the man speaks, knowing very well you didn't drop anything. You feel a sharp thud to the back of the head, the world spinning before fading to black.
SHIA LABEAUF
24:39 Atrium Carceri & Cities Last Broadcast - The Great Order of Things - I knew it! It`s from Song Of Horror. Episode 4 :The Last Consert! It so fit the creepy atmosphere of abandonned monastery... And now I know who wrote the game soundtrack ^_^
Another great selection. Some tracks from the "Vampire music" and the "Cathedrals" playlists I believe (which I recommend) delightfully eerie atmosphere.
Nice choices!
At this very moment im writting a book, and it is perfect for the passage im working on. The return of the main heroe to her dark and forgotten kingdom. Thx Cryo chamber for such a masterpiece.
As a lover of all types of gothic horror and dark themes i'd love to hear more about this book once it's released.
I have a story going on about a tribe of humans living on an island that's surrounded by mist that no one ever dares to go to, or has returned from once they have gone inside. Then one day a boat with a boy on it appears from within the mist and the tribe folk find him covered in runic tattoos. And one day, a tall horned figure from the mist starts to whisper to the boy...
The way the acoustic guitar cuts through the rainy soundscape the very first time during "The Sacred Scroll" @ 33:51 is magical to say the very least.
Thank you for not putting ads in here. Not sure why people make hour long peices to break it up by ads. So annoying.
Amazing!! Hauntingly beautiful! I play it in the background on all9 speakers in all the rooms with candles as I work on my writing on my PC……. TY
Sounds awesome
I'm not sure if people heard of this but I get alot of flash backs of "Thief" the game, it was a game that took a large inspiration from victorian age
Farewell Good Hunter, May you find your worth in the waking world.
This was my ambience for Frankenstein's reading.
Thanks a lot for being a memories machine.
This summons pleasant feelings of dark nostalgia
Playing a fantasy campaign in a tabletop RPG, and the party is going from an area off the coast full of fun and pirate adventures on the heels of a pirate prince in disguise. He's involved in a good deal of political intrigue in a shady Victorian city in the middle of a thick, dark magical forest.
The carriage moves into the darkness and the atmosphere changes. No longer are there scimitar-carrying pirates singing shanties, or the whimsy of their hastily-constructed floating cities. Now, dark eyes watched you. Portions of the forest appear twisted and corrupted by something unearthly. The few people on the road avoid looking your way. The spires of the city begin to loom higher than the nearby trees as they enter the limits. Blinds shut. People head indoors. No one is even wanting to look at the carriage the party are riding in. Stores close as they pass.
This begins to play.
They were *CAPTIVATED.* Thanks, Cryo Chamber!
Another amazing mix. Sacred Scroll is an all time favorite track for me now, right up there with Northumbria's The Night Wolves.
I play this while I play Vampire Masquerade on pc. Really heightens the experience.
everything in colours of black and white...so much so that your vision has adjusted to your soul...as dark as the middle of the night...the hoot of a nearby owl, the scraping sound of paper against the pen, the shadowy forms flitting past your closed chamber...the grandfather clock resounding ever again that it's time for you to sleep...but sleep shall not come as it seems, since you've got company...that which only you can feel...neither see nor smell...if only...
I'm a writer and now I'm working on the story about mediavil, inquistion, envy and evil. It hadn't be something polysemical but after listening of that soundtracks I started change my story and now actually there will be a few analogies with Hitler or, considering situation in the world nowadays, maybe don't only with Hitler. Thank you guys. You are making my stories better)
Did you complete your book/story?
The dark atmosphere and disturbing sound is a great combination with the audio book...thank you for your creativity,please keep creating.💌
Those screams are realy unsettling...
Perfect for reading the Innistrad: Midnight Hunt story
Perfect for my upcoming October rereads of Dracula, Carmilla, Frankenstein, Dorian Gray, etc...
YO READIN THE SAME HELL YEa
truly the mixes from this video greatly fuels my brain when it comes to writting, no other video does it better than this one
You know this story. Dark and menacing clouds rapidly gather, sinister black shadows start appearing, The candlelight slowly flickers before dying..The crack of lightning followed by a crash of thunder... A mad genius. An unholy creation. The world, of course, remembers the monster, not the man. But sometimes, when you look closely, there's more to a tale. Sometimes the monster is the man.
''If I cannot inspire love,then I will embrace hate and will bring forth fear and reign havock upon this earth ''
(What i imagine listening to all of this)
Title: Sacred Dark Knight
[Narrated/Thinking], "Chat", (noise), {movement/scene},, -flashback-
Main Character name: Aleus Ketrick (Age: 21 y/o)
[The darkness, the place where you can't see anything, only a luck can tell either you'll save or not in it...]
Aleus: [...but those who seek for it, that person must be hoping for freedom in it...],{look up to the moon}, "..."
(Rain,horse,walking,talk,and wood plank noise)
{Aleus get into a bar and sit next to the window alone, everyone around mind their business, bar worker after clean Aleus's table with the handkercheif}
Worker: "would you like to have anything?"
Aleus: "a milk"
(A noise of doors and someone boots walking into the bar)
{3 armed man walk in, they look old yet still walk like a young man, Aleus look at them in quiet, they come towards the table and talk with the worker behind it, Aleus mind his business and pull out a small paper, it look dirty a little bit with symbols on it, it caught those 3 man attention, they walk towards Aleus and sit with him, one of them talk with Aleus with their deep voice}
Man 1: "what is that?"
Aleus: "i don't know"
Man 1: "can i see it?"
{Aleus hand over the paper}
Man 1: "hhmm... this symbols, it must be meaning something, where do you get it?" {Give the paper back to Aleus}
Aleus: "it was a gift... from my mother before she left me"
Man 1: "you're not from here?"
Aleus: "no, but my mother is from here..., ...can i ask you something?"
Man 1{with sharp look}: "no, this conv closed"
{The man stand and leave the bar, followed by 2 men behind, Aleus confused}
{Aleus finished working at the stall as a helper, ready to leave}
Stall Owner: "here, your money"
Aleus: "thank you"
{Aleus sees 3 armed man walking through stall by stall and he head to the church}
{it was quiet, only 1 person there, Aleus sits and starts praying for a way he can find his mother, his left pocket feel hot and he pull out a paper that he kept and throw it on the ground, the symbol glows red, Aleus was shocked and try to pick it, the person who sits there came to the paper and pick it, it was a girl with brown hair, and silver eye}
Aleus: "thank you"
The girl: "you're welcome, what is that?"
{Aleus hide the paper in his pocket quickly} Aleus: "oh its nothing, just a trash"
The girl: "alright..."
{Aleus take out the paper and put on the table in his room, he move back and sits on his bed}
Aleus: "what was that?" -what happen in the church-
Aleus: "what just happen..."
(Little rainy noise)
{Aleus sits alone and drink his milk, a person came in and Aleus look at it, it is the girl from the church, she went to the bar table and turn her head around, she saw Aleus and smile, she then walk towards Aleus and sits with him}
The girl: "rainy night isn't it?"
Aleus: "..."
The girl: "whats your name?"
Aleus: "Aleus... Aleus Ketrick"
The girl: "good to see you~ Aleus. My name is Layra... Margette"
Aleus: "you too..."
Layra: "huh..."
Aleus: "what?"
Layra: "never see you around before, new here?"
Aleus: "hhmm"
Layra: "why are you here?"
Aleus: "my mother was from here"
Layra: "so you stay with your mother?"
Aleus: "no, i'm looking for her, so i can return something"
Layra: "i see... good luck with that" {get up to leave}
Aleus: "hey, can i ask you something?"
Layra: {sit} "what?"
Aleus: "it's so quiet around midnight here, wha-"
Layra: "question like that can't be answered here"
Aleus: "sorry"
Layra: {stand up} "follow me"
{Layra takes Aleus at the bar counter table and talk with the worker behind it, she then takes Aleus to the basement of the bar}
Aleus: "basement?"
Layra: "come sit here"
Aleus: {sit with Layra} "back to question"
Layra: "it's around 2 AM now..."
(Sound of light being shutted on their top)
Aleus: "what happen up there?"
Layra: "they'll hiding til morning"
Aleus: "hiding? From what?"
Layra: "the devil who suck on blood, the vampire, they'll go around find their prey during midnight, you see this?"
{Layra shows a revolver in her jacket}
Layra: [no one know how it happen or how did they get here..., ...the first person who find it, is a blacksmith, after he mention about the vampire, he was gone. No one know what happen to him...] "...and until now, we've live in here, covered with fear"
Aleus: "what about the king in the castle?"
Layra: "useless!"
Aleus: "what?"
Layra: "the king left the town and vampire take over the castle, people gone month by month"
Aleus: "s- uh..." {sad look on Aleus face}
Layra: "a trust that people put on highly is thrown on the ground and stepped by..., ...you can't go home until the sun comes up, we'll sleep here"
please tell me i can read more of this
Skimmed all that
dude please stop writing bcs this is the most cring shit i ever read.
@@Jason-eo1rh Umm... I'm working on the book for now, a novel for it
Stumbled on this music looking for a 'Limbo' soundtrack. I've since listened to a number of Cryo Chamber's other music sets, and i've found a few I do like, but this one sets the bar for me. Puts me in the 'zone' while working.
Perfect music to write a chapter that takes place on a dark, stormy day, where the characters into a dangerous situation.
How am I just finding this type of music. I'm home 🙏
Surprisingly excellent background music for Agatha Christie novels. So eerie and suspenseful!
The best parts about these videos are:
1. It all sounds like one song so you can never tell the difference.
2. This is an hour long so if you ever think of a scenario to put yourself in, and f_ck it up even the slightest, you have until the end of the video to rethink it.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, tapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor, " I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in a bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
Presently to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
Merely this, and nothing more."
Out into the darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.
Gave me the chills!
Did you write that yourself?
@@lemmylemmy2553 It's an excerpt of "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe
@@lemmylemmy2553 How witty!
Will be using this in my Bloodborne homebrew ty ty ty
I woudn't like to sound pretentious but IMHO this is one of the most successful CC compilations by far. Great work. Thank you ppl! 🖤
I'm now working in my upcoming game "Curses 'N Abominations", programming in the late night, getting inspired to advance, thanks for sharing these incredible piece of art.
Another great compilation, Cryo Chamber.
A beautiful haunting melody, just perfect!
Perfect for my upcoming October rereads of Dracula, Carmilla, Frankenstein, Dorian Gray, etc...
Avanzano impetuose lungo la città, inarrestabili, forti, sinistre,sinuose. Una sciarpa oscura che avvolge il tuo corpo e ti fa sentire immortale in quei pochi secondi, così mi sento ed è incredibile 🖤🌒🥀😈
Listening to this while I read book 3 in the Stormlight Archive. The Voidbringers surround Kholinar, the red lighting.
Perfect background music for Bloodbourne.
This was a great inspiration for me
i just watched both Sherlock Holmes movies (RD jr. and Jude Law) this morning. fitting for a rainy Sunday. And then to discover this mix this afternoon accompanying me as i enjoyed a late lunch. splendid.
you made this sunday quite a nice one by sharing this.
thank you!
This is just perfect. Please please do more like this. I love it.
This is really scary its utterly eerie and that's putting it mildly .
London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained.
"Seen things? Ye gots to be more specific, stranger. The whole town's seen things, more than what this humble cart driver can tell ye in a single evenin'. My advice? Just be stayin' indoors till mornin' after that there churchbell rings. Else ye gonna be addin' yer name to a tombstone."
Townhill at night was a hard city. Especially in the Docks District, where the smog from the factories mixed with the rancid stench of the slaughter yards, and it all poured down into the teeming waters of the harbor where drunk men fell into the frigid drink and whalers tossed the bodies of unruly locals for extra pennies before their next voyage. The Bowler Street Boys were out that night, and they watched us from beneath caps pulled low over their eyes as me and my partner approached the gathering of Guardsmen around the body, the razorblades sewn into their hat brims glinting in the moonlight.
The woman was pretty, and dressed up. Red lips and a red dress, torn some and thrown over her head. It was strange, her clothing was quite nice, far nicer than anything someone living in the Docks District could afford. She lay in a pool of her own blood, some of it still seeping from the stab wounds that littered her body, marred by fresh bruises and scrapes. The sergeant who crouched beside her looked as we approached, and stood quickly, removing his cap.
"Detectives," he said, "you came quickly."
"Well, we were curious when we heard," said my partner, Kiernan. "The Boys been watching this whole time?" He nodded his head in the direction of the Bowler Street Boys, leaning over the railings of a nearby tavern balcony.
""Yeah, thats Miss Allies, where they have their club meetings. We've been watching them for months outta there, but they been smart enough to not do nothing wrong since they figured we were on their case."
"You dont think they did this," I asked, crouching down to examine the body myself. Her body was bruised and battered and cut all to ribbons, but her face was still pristine, other than smudged makeup. I found that interesting, and quickly pulled a notebook out of my breast pocket to write it down.
"No, they know better than to do nothing around Miss Allies," said the sergeant. "And besides, it was a lady come outta there who reported the body. Said she thought it was her sister first, but then realized she never seen the dead woman before."
"Think the Boys will talk to us if we question them?" my partner asked, and the sergeant shrugged.
"Maybe, but I doubt it. People dont like guardsmen down here, you know that."
As they spoke, I reached forward and touched the clammy flesh of the dead woman, but there was no warmth left. She must have been here for a while, though decay had not set in either. If I had to guess, she was killed only a few hours ago, probably right where she fell. But how no one heard her scream was beyond me. Her dress covered her neck, and curious, I pulled it down, to find bruising and chaffing, marked in a way that looked like rope, and a necklace, tucked under her bodice. I tugged it out, and found a circular shape, and an odd set of patterns adorning the outside, with a metal rope design spiraling around the outside of the pendant, knotted at the top where it connected with the chain. This, along with the ligature marks, and noted as well.
"Do we know who the woman is?" I asked, looking up at her face one last time, as mysteriously unblemished as it was.
"No, but we have a sketch artist coming down now to get her picture, and then we'll move her to the morgue."
"Alright," I said, standing back up. "Make sure you get that pendant on her neck, I'm curious about it."
The case was strange from the start, certainly, but it was nothing too out of the ordinary. But the longer it went on, the strange it would become, leading me down a path I had never dreamed of.
This is phenomenal. I wish there was more so I could keep reading.
@offline Its not a fanfic I just made it all up on the fly
Well done.
Totally wasn't expecting the sound effects 😯, totally was not expecting them to focus me. Thank you for this.
A dark story written with sounds, the sounds of nature awaken the imagination, we wander among unknown streets, we fall into the abyss of mystical sounds ... , 🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵
I feel as if I'm in the middle of a Frankenstein movie with Franz Waxman's music playing in the background. Spooky!! 🎃👻
Oldie but goldie! Like this dark vibe throughout the whole mix
Is it weird that I've been using this to help me fall asleep every night for a couple weeks now? It's working.....
Dance for the Tyrant
She had hooded eyes as dark as the coals beneath her feet that simply needed no kohl lining. The clothes fitted to her lithe figure had been draped on with great care but were made to blend in with the countless jewelry crisscrossed about her. She had the true poise of a dancer, carrying herself in grace of a fallen royal. And when she danced the jewelry across her hip conversed with the music almost shyly.
As the tall doors to the bed chamber fell open, the music from the piano echoed through the high ceilinged chamber along with the sizzling of the coals beneath her. He stood at the entrance motionless in pristine evening clothes as his lady of the evening moved elegantly around the fuming section of their bed chamber. He looked out of the place without a single blemish on him. A crowd followed in after him, she had asked for witnesses. She wanted the whole world to know where her heart housed.
There was no need for secrecy. He always walked into the pleasure house with his head held high; he held his stance during the day for the empire so was it so great a crime for him to seek serenity during the night?
She wished what she saw in his eyes for her were love, she truly did even as she knew better. Her feet spoke to the music notes in the air as her body conversed with the music. She danced on and on, her form never quivering even though as she had to battle to maintain her face; the heat burning through her delicate skin. She was made to dance, the best of the skill but even she had not been taught precedently to dance on burning coal.
He stood anesthetized by her sentiments for him; the root of which ran deeper than any blade or flame could ever pull out. The flute joined in along with the piano, the tune instigaing her to dance along further. The sparks from the coals licked through her flesh almost lazily, as if knowing this lover would not run away too soon. Her grace showed even as she felt herself burning. She danced like she’d been taught to, smiling every time her eyes met her nightly companion’s light eyes even across the shadows on his face. She had enough practice of dancing from a young age; brought up to be loved by several but never held during the day.
He would not jump in to get her away. She knew that too well. The beloved emperor could not afford to get deep burns or the empire could meet its downfall.
On and on her hips swayed to the music carried her even as the temperature of the room increasing by several degrees. Her belly chains making their own music. Her lady stood by mouth hanging open in shock and disappointment, refusing to believe her own eyes as their most frequented artisan ruined the soles of her feet earning scars which would never fade having kissed the flames once. “Yali” she mouthed, devastated.
Yali could almost hear the next words: ‘Who will love you now that you have charred your skin for another man?’
But Yali did not need another lover, the emperor alone made sure the brothel was well taken care of for his nightly person resided there and this was her only income.
The crowds’ eyes moved from the dancer to the man who had taken a seat by the bed and had moved from the entrance now. When the sole lights casted by the flaming charcoals finally lit his face, his face revealed to be as impassive as ever. He was merely calmly watching the scene unfold. Did the emperor, His Majesty set her up to this? He surely never suggested nor fathomed such a thing.
The emperor cared for her. He truly cared for the one who warmed his bed on nights when the world decided to stow her burdens on his shoulders. He needed her by his side on nights when his wife, the empress only added further to his weary loads. He cared for her just enough to not overturn the empire, just enough to not lay by her as dawn broke even when his once marriage of love to the empress threatened to throttle him. He cared for her… but she knew he could also find her replacement if she were ever to be gone.
Behind walls he was known as a tyrant on battle grounds, never ceasing to throw even his dearest ones to ensure they still won; that he still won. He was said to lack emotions but Yali knew he cared, just cared about majority over a precious one.
Why did she take up this task then?
Yali had no solid answer to this question. All she knew was she had taken one look at His Majesty’s sleeping form and decided she wanted to express how much she loved him and there was truly no better way.
She still thought this was the best choice even as she felt the scorching heat reach her constricted chest. Still she kept her smile on, doing her best to hold in.
She continued to dance the night away even as the musicians grimaced at her state. Yali knew she must look far from pretty by now. She had asked the women to apply the least makeup today as she knew it would all melt away. She had asked for more cheery jewelry instead. The sisters; as she called them had looked at her in surprise as she almost always refused to put on too much jewelry but had happily decked her up having heard she was going to perform for the emperor today. They knew it would be some sort of love confession to the man, having asked for audience but even they trembled by the door having looked at the state of her.
Despite the audience’s terrified hushed silence, the jewelry across her lithe figure met each other and created chimed beautifully, almost as if it were a language to only be spoken behind the closed doors of the bed chamber of two star crossed lovers. The onlookers looked away at such bashful euphony.
Only when the music came to an end did she stop. Even so, she continued till the last beat.
And when she stopped to bow gracefully, a flame in her eyes that could not be overthrown even by the harsh flames beneath the charring coals. The emperor’s breath almost hitched; almost. Her eyes were glued to his even as she slowly made her way across the room, almost as if there were no coals and it was all an illusion. But looking closer at her anyone could tell she’d been to hell and back. All of her dark hair obediently cascading down across her dainty back. Her face flushed red and damp. He stood up when she was few steps away from him still and the room gasped, surely their emperor His Majesty standing up before someone.
Yali’s face relaxed further as she stepped away from the coal as though her dance persona had melted away and she’d been left bare; the raw her and only for her lover.There was an almost unmistakable hint of rush at her pace as she reached him. it was then that her body decided to give out, her eyelids shutting themselves at their own accord as the emperor caught her in his arms. None of it mattered as she had finally gotten what she’d wanted.
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Prepare the Stage of Night reminds me of the composition called Blue Room from the Tangerine Dream soundtrack for the movie Legend.
Listening to this while I read Perdido Street Station, it's perfect.
Pairs really well with Vampyr
Have yet to play it, it's on my list. What's the verdict?
@@cryochamberlabel I've replayed it a few times. Definitely in my top 5, atmosphere and combat system is great, storyline is awesome, the only thing I'd change is that you only get 5 xp for defeating common enemies each. I feel like if I have the opportunity to feed on them, I should get more. But I'm just nitpicking. Would recommend, especially this time of year 🎃🍁🍂
@@cryochamberlabel i played it , and I felt like game is more designed as you being a mage doctor not a vampire . It is still a good game tho, lots of good dialogue, great atmosphere and interesting combat system
Yes!
thank you so much for this mix, listening on repeat. I'm currently writing a book and it creates just the right tone and vibe for my story
To understand the upper quartiles of human potential is to understand our darkest proclivities, desires and abilities. While it isn’t necessary to embody these things, at least not always, it is necessary to master the potential of malevolence from within us. It is just as critical and fundamentally profound as love itself, they are an existing pair in duality and in tandem. The light does not exist without the dark, the trick is to navigate such a conception without falling prey to the overwhelming appeal or enticement of either, except that is authentically grounded in both truth and love.
perfect image and sound music
Listening to this while reading H.P. Lovecraft's The Mound. Perfection.
this is great i gotta study for finals and its a cold dreary day but this makes the weather feel perfect
Summer finally over. Now its time to get spooky,and listen Cryo Chamber every night near a scented candle. My body is ready to autunm,and winter.
"How many more must die before you see the truth?"
"Only one more, Jack."
Jacob frye
Times run out, jack
This mix matches Fallen London perfectly, I love it
Love it! I love to listen to this when I work on horror novels in my spair time! The music helps me picture what's going in the particular scene when I write it out!