Dark Victorian Music 

👉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

''Oh, a hunter, are ya? And an outsider? What a mess you've been caught up in. And tonight, of all nights."

The dark, narrow, winding streets. The cold rain. The sound of the approaching carman. The autumn of terror.

"Ah, you've found yourself a hunter. Hello, good hunter."

Beasts all over the shop…you’ll be one of em…sooner or later…

"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"

To all you fellow short story/fiction writers out there, keep at your craft! :) Music like this inspires the creativity

The Bloodborne vibes are strong

Reminds me of the Thief games. Amazing ambience for prowling around the alleyways at night nicking purses of unaware taffers

“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.”

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!

"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?"

Reading Dracula and listening to this on repeat. Its as perfect as the Carpathian mountains!🖤

"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 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”

We are born of the blood Made men of the blood Our eyes have yet to open Fear The Old Blood.

Now all this needs is some Cleric Beast screaming.

"There's little more gory a thing than living in Victorian England." ... I'm surprised nobody's made that quote yet.

"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"

This could be the next background for bloodborne 2

Perfect timing for autumn. Picturing a ghost wandering through an old castle.

Watching the Bloodborne trailer and now listening to this is just the motivation I need for my story revival.

Perfect for reading the Innistrad: Midnight Hunt story

Tonight, Gehrman joins the hunt.

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.

"How many more must die before you see the truth?" "Only one more, Jack."

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.

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)

Farewell Good Hunter, May you find your worth in the waking world.

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

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.

When your nightmares becomes so regular, it became your comfort zone

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

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.

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 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.

Pairs really well with Vampyr

Dishonored

A place of inspiration for writers....best channel ever

_oh, good hunter_

"Fear the old blood"

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.

Thank you for not putting ads in here. Not sure why people make hour long peices to break it up by ads. So annoying.

Love the background. Now I want a game where I can explore the area and find something I wasn't meant to see.

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!

I love all the Bloodborne comments in here! My thoughts exactly while I was listening to this!

Soundtrack for H.P.Lovecraft

for all of the hunters out there, this pairs perfectly with bloodborne comics

London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained.

The trees around Chateau Morbethot had always been dead. It was centuries since the last written account of the place mentioned their sprouting, and no one lived who remembered their dappled shade come the summer Sun. I wondered that they still stood, but wood so shaggily barked has known every hardship and no longer cares what assails it. It waits, knowing it cannot stop what comes. And that it will bend to none of it.

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.

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 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!

Another amazing mix. Sacred Scroll is an all time favorite track for me now, right up there with Northumbria's The Night Wolves.

Totally wasn't expecting the sound effects 😯, totally was not expecting them to focus me. Thank you for this.

Victorian gothic horror do be a vibe tho

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.

"Come forth, my beloved children of the night", whispered the Shadow, "Under daylight, you are broken and bridled, but now, behind the veil of twilight, you will bloom. So come, claim your precious boon while the night is yet young and blessed by the moon. The day-folk shall not tell us what to do. They have made a mockery of our virtues. For where we were cunning and ambitious, they found deformity and vice. Sins to be hidden and purged, they answered! The darkest of our intentions were forged by them, molded after the image of their contempt. Perversion of our once noble purpose! We are not gracious nor kind but we deserve a life of greater purpose than that of false slavery. One defined by our ends. Here me, my nefarious children of the night. We shall journey and dine where the fireflies never die."

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 ''

“Be careful stranger!” “There are many dark foul energies lurking in lost parts.” “The disease has the ability to conjure up parasites, that in which give immortal life, however at the expense of life”

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

A beautiful haunting melody, just perfect!

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'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

Perfect for my upcoming October rereads of Dracula, Carmilla, Frankenstein, Dorian Gray, etc...

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...

(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"

man, the first track alone is superb. Bravo!

Another great compilation, Cryo Chamber.

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 just perfect. Please please do more like this. I love it.

Oldie but goldie! Like this dark vibe throughout the whole mix

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.

Esse canal tem sempre as melhores músicas para se ouvir durante o trabalho. Ajudam na concentração e não são repetitivas.

Great stuff as usual, thanks!

A hunter should hunt beasts. Leave the hunting of hunters to me.

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.

2nd track is pure brain massage. and yeah, Really got some Thief vibes, which I admire. Awesome as always

This summons pleasant feelings of dark nostalgia

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! 🖤

Я вожу игры по ДнД и часто беру музыку с этого канала, вы потрясающие ребята, удачи вам.

I've always admired the Victorian Era with its wealth and classic music. The modern dark side of it as expressed in Dark Ambient music is most interesting and Dead Melodies mixed a fine collection. Example: "The Great Order of Things" creeps me out :)

Πολύ ωραίοι ήχοι ευχαριστούμε 💜

perfect image and sound music

OMG!! This is great! Love it! More tracks from the Victorian era please!

This was a great inspiration for me

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

Artwork reminds me so much of Fallen London. I'm sure the music will be an appropriate accompaniment.

"tonight the hunt begins, the beasts are all over the town. Will you be the hunter that will see the morning rise?"

This was my ambience for Frankenstein's reading. Thanks a lot for being a memories machine.

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 ^_^

Excellent upload! Perfect for reading classics or fantasy. Nice artwork too. Added to playlist!

I play this while I play Vampire Masquerade on pc. Really heightens the experience.

"Bleak bells that chime dismay... echo the cries of the PALEBLOOD MOON."

Absolutely mesmerizing atmosphere 🎶

Great selection!! Thanks to this music I got in the right mood to finish my reading of Bram Stoker's Dracula!!

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 🖤🌒🥀😈

Perfect music to write a chapter that takes place on a dark, stormy day, where the characters into a dangerous situation.