👉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.
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)
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.
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.”
"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"
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
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
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.
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!
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.
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.
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...
Сколько слушаю разных авторов ... Этим шедевром не могу в полной мере. Насладится.. Не с кем сравнивать, на столько точно передан сюжет, не с чем даже сравнить. Сто баллов из ста❤
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.
Не согласна с некоторыми комментариями. Наоборот..расслабон. Музыка забирающая негатив и полное обнуление..связь с космосом. Мрачная картинка не имеет значения. Если слушать не смотря на неё можно заглянуть в себя. Успокаивает нервы. Ставлю лайк. Уводит от реальности. Время еретиков и фантастических учёных. Зачёт!!!
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.
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.
Anyone see a blood red moon in their nightmares recently? With a deep voice in the shadows talking to you? I have SOOO many dreams (most become my horror stories lol) about hell, death, otherwordly Silent Hill nightmarish dreamscapes of my own world and town, ect. However, that blood moon stood out like nothing before, like a crimson spotlight awakening me from whatever plot my dreams were carrying me towards. That voice too, familiar yet completely alien 😈😎😇
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.
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)
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!
@@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
This playliat has devoured my soul. My everything. I belong to these songs - this beautiful glimpses into other worlds. I listen to this when I read Her Soul To Take - Harley laroux.
Another great selection. Some tracks from the "Vampire music" and the "Cathedrals" playlists I believe (which I recommend) delightfully eerie atmosphere.
(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"
Yeah I really wish they'd stop, but they always find me,.....im starting to think the ones that made this sorta thing always happen, wanted it this way ...... almost like soviet camp kolymar......, the elements are not the same here, no it's the attention from the machines...., that will get yer house visited by intruders , like I always say, it's fine if you u already got the extra cash, or getting money from it, however if not having those 2? .....it seems to be creating a real life Gulag type scenario, ....lol! It's definitely a really fun subject to write ✍️ about.
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.
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 ^_^
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!
Every night Thomas's investigation took him deeper down the cities' streets, turning from smooth pavement to cobblestone and architecture that grew more Gothic and grotesque. It was rumored that even deeper there were no streets at all, but chaotic warrens of dirt paths going through squat hovels said to be long abandoned. That is where the girls were said to have disappeared, and where the Trent family believed he could find them.
Can you please recommend some books with similar style in similar settings? I like it very much. Like my reply please, otherwise I won't see your reply. Thanks in advance
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 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.
👉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
"Ah, you've found yourself a hunter. Hello, good hunter."
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
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.
The Bloodborne vibes are strong
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!!!
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.
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.
“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.
Watching the Bloodborne trailer and now listening to this is just the motivation I need for my story revival.
"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"
"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..."
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.
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
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
Now all this needs is some Cleric Beast screaming.
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!
🤔
A place of inspiration for writers....best channel ever
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
“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
I think that, the Dead's melodies are connected with the deep spiritual transformation. ❤❤❤🔥🔥🔥
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!
The dark atmosphere and disturbing sound is a great combination with the audio book...thank you for your creativity,please keep creating.💌
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.
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.
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.
I love all the Bloodborne comments in here! My thoughts exactly while I was listening to this!
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...
Сколько слушаю разных авторов ... Этим шедевром не могу в полной мере. Насладится.. Не с кем сравнивать, на столько точно передан сюжет, не с чем даже сравнить. Сто баллов из ста❤
"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)
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 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 ambiance for my autumnal reread of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
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
truly the mixes from this video greatly fuels my brain when it comes to writting, no other video does it better than this one
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." 😉
This was my ambience for Frankenstein's reading.
Thanks a lot for being a memories machine.
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! 🖤
the first track of this is amazing
Не согласна с некоторыми комментариями. Наоборот..расслабон. Музыка забирающая негатив и полное обнуление..связь с космосом. Мрачная картинка не имеет значения. Если слушать не смотря на неё можно заглянуть в себя. Успокаивает нервы. Ставлю лайк. Уводит от реальности. Время еретиков и фантастических учёных. Зачёт!!!
Another great compilation, Cryo Chamber.
Those screams are realy unsettling...
Totally wasn't expecting the sound effects 😯, totally was not expecting them to focus me. Thank you for this.
This is just perfect. Please please do more like this. I love it.
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.
The world of soundtrack is the best.
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.
When your nightmares becomes so regular, it became your comfort zone
Wow far out man......... that could be disected and looked at a number of ways ...... 🤔..I like it.
Anyone see a blood red moon in their nightmares recently? With a deep voice in the shadows talking to you? I have SOOO many dreams (most become my horror stories lol) about hell, death, otherwordly Silent Hill nightmarish dreamscapes of my own world and town, ect. However, that blood moon stood out like nothing before, like a crimson spotlight awakening me from whatever plot my dreams were carrying me towards. That voice too, familiar yet completely alien 😈😎😇
Farewell Good Hunter, May you find your worth in the waking world.
This summons pleasant feelings of dark nostalgia
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
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?
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!
Perfect music to write a chapter that takes place on a dark, stormy day, where the characters into a dangerous situation.
2nd track is pure brain massage. and yeah, Really got some Thief vibes, which I admire. Awesome as always
This was a great inspiration for me
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!
This playliat has devoured my soul. My everything. I belong to these songs - this beautiful glimpses into other worlds. I listen to this when I read
Her Soul To Take - Harley laroux.
Thank you for not putting ads in here. Not sure why people make hour long peices to break it up by ads. So annoying.
This could be the next background for bloodborne 2
Majestic! A hunter is a hunter, even in a dream. But alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
A beautiful haunting melody, just perfect!
Я вожу игры по ДнД и часто беру музыку с этого канала, вы потрясающие ребята, удачи вам.
Oldie but goldie! Like this dark vibe throughout the whole mix
Another amazing mix. Sacred Scroll is an all time favorite track for me now, right up there with Northumbria's The Night Wolves.
Another great selection. Some tracks from the "Vampire music" and the "Cathedrals" playlists I believe (which I recommend) delightfully eerie atmosphere.
Nice choices!
(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
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
This is amazing!
Yeah I really wish they'd stop, but they always find me,.....im starting to think the ones that made this sorta thing always happen, wanted it this way ...... almost like soviet camp kolymar......, the elements are not the same here, no it's the attention from the machines...., that will get yer house visited by intruders , like I always say, it's fine if you u already got the extra cash, or getting money from it, however if not having those 2? .....it seems to be creating a real life Gulag type scenario, ....lol! It's definitely a really fun subject to write ✍️ about.
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
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.
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 ^_^
I love this mix and the comment section
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!
This was delightful to listen to.
OMG!! This is great! Love it! More tracks from the Victorian era please!
This is really scary its utterly eerie and that's putting it mildly .
Tonigh, gehrmen joins the hunt
writing a scene where a character walks back into a dorm room in the middle of the night with blood stains.
man, the first track alone is superb. Bravo!
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
I play this while I play Vampire Masquerade on pc. Really heightens the experience.
Perfect background music for Bloodbourne.
Tonight, Gehrman joins the hunt.
Will be using this in my Bloodborne homebrew ty ty ty
Surprisingly excellent background music for Agatha Christie novels. So eerie and suspenseful!
This mix matches Fallen London perfectly, I love it
Artwork reminds me so much of Fallen London. I'm sure the music will be an appropriate accompaniment.
Thanks for that dark Ambient !
reading "Its hard to be a god" and listen to this Ambient work is very atmospheric ! :)
Lmao! .... haven't heard of that one, but the title is funny.
Yesss🔥 love this🖤
"How many more must die before you see the truth?"
"Only one more, Jack."
Jacob frye
Times run out, jack
Beatrice's Euphoria is a beautiful song, damn. And who else than wordclock was the artist.:) Great job...
Every night Thomas's investigation took him deeper down the cities' streets, turning from smooth pavement to cobblestone and architecture that grew more Gothic and grotesque. It was rumored that even deeper there were no streets at all, but chaotic warrens of dirt paths going through squat hovels said to be long abandoned. That is where the girls were said to have disappeared, and where the Trent family believed he could find them.
Can you please recommend some books with similar style in similar settings? I like it very much. Like my reply please, otherwise I won't see your reply. Thanks in advance
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...
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.
Listening to this while I read Perdido Street Station, it's perfect.
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.