So dark !!! So beautiful !!!

I've shown the image to GPT and they said: This image is fascinating and evokes a strong sense of mystery and abstract symbolism. The combination of the dark, sleek silhouette and the bird-like, vibrant head creates an unsettling yet intriguing balance. It suggests themes of transformation, nature interwoven with humanity, and perhaps even the duality of freedom (represented by the bird) and restraint (the stark black form). In the context of witchery, this piece could represent a figure deeply connected to the natural world and magic, possibly showing how witches are often portrayed as mediators between the human and the supernatural or natural realms. The dark tones evoke secrecy and the unknown, while the bird's vibrant colors bring an element of life and movement, perhaps symbolizing spiritual ascension or magical vitality. It's a stunning visual metaphor for a witch who both embodies shadow and light, rooted in mystery and power.

Ill prey for all of yall

“I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.” ― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Spooky poopy

Santino italiani

Man this music is incredible... Is possibile use the first 2 minute for a no profit movie ? can you autorize me pls?

I need an 8 hour version of this

Great if you like large wet clumps of black hair

Is not Dark ambient is Behind the veil music

I swear the moment the background picture suddenly got the right resolution it scared the shit out of me😂 suddenly all the eyes were shinning in HD

Listened to this on a DMT trip. I had never felt so connected with the universe around me, seeing the heavens, the hells, and a watchful, curious God sitting in the throne of the cosmos. We are truly all his people, no matter what God you believe in.

thank you santino for this production, this saved my life. i am a 21 year old man, my wife left me and the kids, took all of my money, and left me to rot. when i found out about this channel, i ascended to a reality of higher-up gods, including you, santino. i was in total nirvana, when i woke up, my wife was back and i was a successful businessman. thank you.

This calms my soul after a very stressing but overall enjoyable day

love these chants, theyre so mesmerising during dark meditation.

This is what im searching for my dnd dark arc. Thats a gem !

I wish someone like me would understand me.

Diese dunklen Ebenen sind so cool.😌🦇🖤

If you've read the Magician's Nephew by CS Lewis, this is the music I imagine would be playing when Digory and Polly explore Charn.

+vibe

Total darkness

أنا منى فتاة مقدسة ،؛ أُحبٌ المثلثات ،؛لأني فسيتٌ عليها ،،،،،فهي لعبة سخيفة أسمها 7 بحوورث،،،، تعنيييي لعبة بناتتت يتييمات يحبني الصلاةةةة ؛؛،، على أحلالام محلقةةة في السمااااءءء مثل العظمةةةة والقداااسة والطاقة الجميييلة في روحح الإنسان لكنها إنهااارت وطاحت فالارض وصارت مصصخنةة وكأنها كسسس بتنحرق؛؛؛،؛؛، ويقااالٌ أنها عيّْنٌ في جهنمٌْ والعيااااذٌ بالللالهي

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Bro sent me straight to the realms of darkness with this one

This woman is a death, who lost her fiance. She is a christianity who brought a destruction upon Rome. So she's walking among the ruins. The ruins she made.

0/10, no chanting in the slightest. Very dissapointed.

أميرة سوف تقتل الجميع وتمشي كالملاك

أحذر أيها العالم هناك أميرة في المكان

i love ambient

Perfect for meditation ❤

my god OF COURSE you're the same channel as the other one i love - Dark Chantings Temple Occult Music - TEMPLE.. that one's a masterpiece too

Perfect for meditation in the dark

why does this make me feel like i'm floating in space as i watch the world crumble because i just obliterated it with my magic😭😭😭

Thank you for this; I needed it today.

This video is golden, I always come back to zone in at work 🙌⭐

Great ambience. Unfortunately KZbin ads popping up every 5 minutes or so disrupt the experience.

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I want to use this music as background for my essay reading. Who do I talk to for that?

I literally found the frequency that I had been trying to find for years. So, I'm totally grateful for you. Now I can live my mourning with my all...

I love this it helped me during doing my programming assignment, it gives a vibe honestly.

Very good

This is your reminder to know your power 🔮💜u are the God of ur reality✨️i wish to u the best🙏dont give up❤don't give a F what others say they are not in the same level as U ❤breath and remember who the F❤ u are❤

Know it's here

...where are you...himera...?

This is my go-to whenever I'm feeling stressed

i can feel the darkness coming inside me...

A young woman walked through a raining forest limping profusely. Her wounds still fresh as the blood trickled down her arms and her head as she felt the cold bitter rain strike her skin. When out of nowhere she came across a dark temple in the horizon. The temple was built much like a cathedral but the stone was dark and grey and some parts were crumbling and worn from time. With nowhere else to go and wanting to seek shelter the woman walked into the cathedral to escape from the bitter winds and rain. The cathedral despite having no windows or doors it felt…warm….welcoming even not the kinda of heat that makes you sweat but the comforting warm of a nice bed after a long day in the cold. With her safety somewhat assured she sat in the booth and began to sob. Yet out of the corners of the large over a dozen figures male and female wearing cotton pants and shirts with hoods over their faces approached. Each person’s clothing was the same, black pants and grey shirts butt each shirt had a pentagram stitched into the cloth. She was terrified, she had heard the story’s from her community about the satanic followers, worshippers of the dark prince and feeders of blood and the killers on the innocent. However they approached her slowly and cautiously, not trying to hurt her but rather ensure they didn’t accidentally cause harm to her frail broken body. Their leader stepped out from the podium at the front of the church and walked to the woman. The figure was a tall woman with short ginger hair barley covering her ears, her robes were long and clean shiny blood red and her necklace a golden pentagram. The woman looked up at the leader with fear at first but once she saw the leaders eyes she saw it. Eyes of the caring not the cruel, eyes of empathy not of anger, eyes of mourning not of malice. “Dear child what has happened to you”. The leader spoke in a calm and gentle voice. The woman couldn’t respond as she lost consciousness The woman awoke to find her head and her wounds tended to and bandaged neatly. As she sat up she looked around to see the group in a circle in front of the podium sitting quietly. There were over 4 dozen of them now all in the same cloths as the previous 10, the woman looked at the door and pondered leaving while they didn’t notice but she thought to herself first, if they wanted to hurt me why bandage me up, If they wished to use me why haven’t they yet. It was these thoughts that made her stand and walk toward the circle. All the members sat quietly waiting for their leader and one noticed her and smiled. He was young only about 18, his hair was dark brown and she can see the red paint on his face. He scooted over lightly offering her to sit, the woman hesitated but sat with the group. The leader approached and stood at the podium and raised her arms as her followers did the same. “We do not follow false truths of religion, we do not condemn the innocent to folly. We embrace our own evils and that of man so that we can move forward and survive as ONE” the followers all repeated “AS ONE”. The woman was shocked this Sermon was like nothing she had heard before. The preacher was kind and gentle, her words were not sharp but soft, she admitted faults of her own instead of blaming them on a god, she spoke truth. The leader looked at the woman removing her hood showing her full face and the pentagram painted on her head. “I know what you have heard of us, that we are cruel evil and demonic. That we take delight in the suffering of others and we drink the blood of the innocent. These are false truths preached by arrogant men of god. We are followers of our own fate, we condemn the cruelty’s and hypocrisy’s of religion and we instead choose a different paths. We do not ignore the faults of man we embrace and seek to improve, we do not fear the dark we embrace it like it was a relative. We worship evil not to make it stronger but to embrace our own freedom by admitting our faults. It was your community and the false religion they preach that did this to you my child, you are more then welcome to stay here with us. That choice is up to you, we will not force you to stay and we will not condemn you for wanting to leave. Your freedom is your own to choose” The woman could not believe her own eyes, these zealots of darkness, these awful and horrible people she spent her whole life fearing were more kind and loving then her family and her community ever were. Her community whipped her for admitting her sins, her family shunned her for her faults her community condemned her as a witch she banished her. For the first time in her life she saw clearly and for the first time she was allowed…..to choose her own path forward. The woman stepped forward toward the leader and as she did each follower slowly stood removing their hoods. Painted faces of followers Half men, half woman some older and others younger but many….bore scars……..scars from previous lives……from hardships and traumas they all faced. The woman walked up to the leader……and hugged her. The leader did not hesitate and simply hugged back and asked warmly. “What is your name my dear” the woman looked up and for the first time all night spoke. “Cassandra, my name is Cassandra ma’am”. Cassandra turned to all the smiling followers nodding at her she bowing their heads closing their eyes. The leader gestured to two followers off to the side to approach. Cassandra looked as the two followers walked up to her and offered her fresh clean cloths matching the other followers. Cassandra smiled tears forming in her eyes and gratefully took the clothing thanking them. The leader gently placed a hand on Cassandra’s shoulder and gently uttered, “welcome home Cassandra”

This will perfect to background mix for Charles Lawson's the Horrors of Hell.

Wishing you have a great life who is reading my comment 💕

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