ZTEP - Poltergeist | Deep Dark Epic Cinematic Song

Here comes the poltergeist!
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[@ahmadkanaan7714]

really talented .... that broken violin melody or broken creepy door open sound is pure mastery

[@ZTEP-Official]

Thank you so much mate! I'm always happy, if someone loves Poltergeist. This one is one of my favorites:) Cheers 🖤🎧

[@lauraculebrasmartinez8299]

😮❤

[@ZTEP-Official]

💣🖤

[@ShelobWatermelon]

Excellent

[@ZTEP-Official]

Thank you!!

[@ultimateowlie2283]

Dude, this is creepy af, I love it.

[@madhousestudios5214]

Toil and iron. Beautiful.

[@ZTEP-Official]

One of my favorite, I'm glad you love it. Thank you for your kind words. You are amazing!

[@odin1980]

@@ZTEP-Official пора начинать спускать в пустату достойная падшая хранителем разума так и остаешся

[@LeopardKing-im4bm]

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