Ritual: Dark Ambient Music for Deep Relaxation and Meditation

📖 "In the shadowed depths of an ancient tomb, a woman cloaked in obsidian robes chants arcane incantations, her voice echoing through the chamber like whispers of the damned. With each word spoken, the air thickens with an unsettling aura, as if the very darkness around her is alive and hungry. In the flickering light of cursed candles, she summons forth shadows from the depths of oblivion, binding them to her will with promises of power and vengeance."

-- Ritual: Dark Ambient Music for Deep Relaxation and Meditation --

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🎹 Music composed by Dominik at Eternal Voyage

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[succubiwishes]

Obsidian is a stone and it's usually used to refer to hard surfaces. Really good work with the music.

[oistehwellman]

I love this. Power and vengeance are wonderful motivations.

[jasonmoore]

This is very relaxing thank you for uploading it

[bluemetalk]

I just found your channel and this is... WOW! Amazing! Thanks for this amazing artwork!

[Lili-Benovent]

THE LOST AND BESOTTED – Lili

Full moon tonight, would you like to play? Come with me to the woods tonight
We’ll take a drop of the Witches brew soaked in Mandrake root. Oh yes
The marsh and bog won’t slow us down, the moon will show the meadow bright
You’ll lay with me on the wet dew grass, the Spirits all will bless
The love will flow like a torrent fast, the coupling goes on for ages
We’ll last all night, through the laughter joy, until the morning light. –

You’ll become besotted, deep in love, but I’ve stolen your true Spirit
It was nothing but a night of love and now I own your soul
There’ll be many more I’ll take along, they’ll all become my slaves
They’ll procure the sweet young flesh, the blood to fill our bowl
And when the number counts to ten, the first three all will die
I’ll take three more to the meadow deep, slaves we will control. –

They can’t resist the lure of sex and then we share our blood
Oh pretty please my handsome man you don’t know what’s in store
The Coven takes, the Coven gives, and you will give your life
Hypnosis deep and potions strong, Succumb to Satan’s whore
Chained far in the forest now confusion fills your mind
Go steal the young when we demand, this is the Sabbats lore. –

And when we’ve finished with your soul you’ll sink into the mire
Replaced with others young and strong who cry to do our bidding
There’s forests deep all through the land and secrets very dire
People lost might wander through, lost forever or just hidden
We’ll keep them lost till Sabbats time and then they’ll join our throng
The wine the Blood, the Water, Life. Be lost or come, belong.

Blessed be.