The little editing you did to the background is really cool. The maze being the only thing in color give a "it's the only way out of this hellscape" feeling to it but as the bright red insinuates, it will be their most dangerous journey yet. Better to go through hardships then live in a grey meaningless world.
Never have I had more peaceful sleep at night than I do now. The pure tranquility this offers leaves me at a loss for words to express my gratitude towards what you do. Thank you for the Twisted Labyrinth, among many, many others that have the same sense of relief and peace emanating from the darkness of these soundscapes. We are taken to other worlds that surround and embrace us with the unusual. The puzzling. The enigmatic. The source of peace we have been searching for and have found, that so many others have yet to discover..
Eu espero de verdade que algum fã ou o próprio Iron crie livros ou simples contos ou até mesmos franquias de terror inteiras com esses títulos, queria muito ter a competência para isso, so apenas me resumo em imaginar trechos desse desespero embutido na carne/I really hope that some fan or Iron himself creates books or simple short stories or even entire horror franchises with these titles, I really wish I had the competence to do that, so I just limit myself to imagining part of this despair embedded in the flesh
The lords of man dwelled in the tall tower built on the highest peak of the lowest mountain chain. To speak to the lords required a long and terrible ascent within the many floors of the tower. To speak to the lords of man was forbidden. And yet the pilgrims came. Long caravans, royal armies, secret sects and solitary vagrants alike assembled at the doors of the tower. Their sin of tresspass might be worth it, they hoped, if only they could speak to the lords of man. A boy approached the city at the foot of the tower. The many thousands who had come over the centuries had built brick by brick, and many thousands more had periodically destroyed whole swaths of the place in a bid to control the doors. The boy did not want to walk these streets. He did not want to sin. He did not want to hear the voices of the lords of man. On the day which the boy approached the door, he was the only one. Though many came from far away, few ever found the courage to pass the doors. The boy was tempted to stay with them. Surely his sister had lost her nerve and huddled somewhere among these half assembled ruins... no, she would have done no such thing. So he entered the tower. The first floor was devoid of all things except a winding staircase. It wound around the interior seven times before reaching the second floor. The second floor was the home of the first lord. He was not there. Instead the floor was littered with hopeless pilgrims consumed by flies. They covered the walls, they filled the air in thick clouds. As the boy climbed the stairs further the flies attempted to consume him. They crawled on his skin, attempted to invade his nose and mouth, and pulled him down. Yet he knew his sister was stronger than the flies. He climbed the stairs and they fell from him. After a long time again he reached the third floor. The second lord of man was not there. Still pilgrims lay on the floor asleep. A great weight overcame the boy's eyes, but he knew his sister could not sleep, so he continued. On the next floor the third lord was also nowhere to be seen. A heap of bodies lay upon the floor, and still others lay coughing, too sick to move and join the pile. The boy fell among them, coughing up a black bile. He thought of his sister's sickness, and crawled up the stairs. Even when she had collapsed she had never stopped moving. The boy stopped. He was not crawling up the stairs. He was crawling towards the pile. When had he changed direction? He did not know, but as he approached the pile he became feverish. His joints hurt, his skull felt in a vice, and he vomited more and more bile. He turned towards the stairs again and crawled. He would not stop until he escaped and found her. He felt the cold bodies in the pile. He turned again, and forced himself to stand. He was dizzy and stumbled. Candle light burned his eyes, the sounds of coughing struck his skull like a hammer. Still he walked forward and his feet found the steps. He vomited a river of black bile, and escaped to the next floor. The floor of the fourth lord of man was empty. No pilgrims suffered here. No sounds could be heard at all, not even his own footsteps. It was dark, almost too dark to see. There was no staircase up. He walked in one direction and though he found nothing, he felt himself become stronger, taller. He was a man, a great hero who could fight grand battles. He continued and soon found his skin sagging and thin, his posture buckling, his eyes fuzzy and memory becoming fragmented. He feared what might happen if he stepped further, so he returned to the stairs. Going the other direction he discovered he became smaller and smaller until he could not remember how to say words, and he stumbled about on inexperienced feet. This was no solution either. He sat at the top of the stairs and wondered what had become of his sister. Why this place? Why had she fled to the tower? After a long while, a staircase appeared. It moved slowly across the floor, first looking new as could be. As it approached the boy he saw signs of ageing. He ran up the stairs before they could collapse and rot. To be continued...
The little editing you did to the background is really cool. The maze being the only thing in color give a "it's the only way out of this hellscape" feeling to it but as the bright red insinuates, it will be their most dangerous journey yet. Better to go through hardships then live in a grey meaningless world.
Learning the difference between "then" and "than"...
The hardships of elementary school.
@@ghostman5620 You did a better job describing this videos image then me lol
Everyone is going crazy on the dance floor to this!!!
The Disco ball is underneath Us all just spinning!
I've got My beard cut 70s stache style!!!
Never have I had more peaceful sleep at night than I do now. The pure tranquility this offers leaves me at a loss for words to express my gratitude towards what you do. Thank you for the Twisted Labyrinth, among many, many others that have the same sense of relief and peace emanating from the darkness of these soundscapes. We are taken to other worlds that surround and embrace us with the unusual. The puzzling. The enigmatic. The source of peace we have been searching for and have found, that so many others have yet to discover..
Yet another spectactular track, as always. This one and Slithering in the cold void feel a little more experimental to me, which I very much enjoy.
Life and death are one, one journey. Amazing maze. Journey in the flow. Mystery his story and her story. As we fall though nothing.
For some reason, this is far different than the other things on this channel. And more creepy
Really enjoying this one :)
_I will play this in the dead of night with my door closed and every light in the house off_
Now entering, Mal'Bolge. Please proceed to struggle, for the rest of eternity.
evil is coming and it feels so fun ♡
Отличные текстуры
I wanna go that way!
Eu espero de verdade que algum fã ou o próprio Iron crie livros ou simples contos ou até mesmos franquias de terror inteiras com esses títulos, queria muito ter a competência para isso, so apenas me resumo em imaginar trechos desse desespero embutido na carne/I really hope that some fan or Iron himself creates books or simple short stories or even entire horror franchises with these titles, I really wish I had the competence to do that, so I just limit myself to imagining part of this despair embedded in the flesh
Iron es un genio ,ya pensará que literatura acompaña a su creatividad musical
Good stuff.
I like that very much 😳😊😮
The lords of man dwelled in the tall tower built on the highest peak of the lowest mountain chain. To speak to the lords required a long and terrible ascent within the many floors of the tower. To speak to the lords of man was forbidden.
And yet the pilgrims came. Long caravans, royal armies, secret sects and solitary vagrants alike assembled at the doors of the tower. Their sin of tresspass might be worth it, they hoped, if only they could speak to the lords of man.
A boy approached the city at the foot of the tower. The many thousands who had come over the centuries had built brick by brick, and many thousands more had periodically destroyed whole swaths of the place in a bid to control the doors. The boy did not want to walk these streets. He did not want to sin. He did not want to hear the voices of the lords of man.
On the day which the boy approached the door, he was the only one. Though many came from far away, few ever found the courage to pass the doors. The boy was tempted to stay with them. Surely his sister had lost her nerve and huddled somewhere among these half assembled ruins... no, she would have done no such thing. So he entered the tower.
The first floor was devoid of all things except a winding staircase. It wound around the interior seven times before reaching the second floor. The second floor was the home of the first lord. He was not there. Instead the floor was littered with hopeless pilgrims consumed by flies. They covered the walls, they filled the air in thick clouds. As the boy climbed the stairs further the flies attempted to consume him. They crawled on his skin, attempted to invade his nose and mouth, and pulled him down. Yet he knew his sister was stronger than the flies. He climbed the stairs and they fell from him.
After a long time again he reached the third floor. The second lord of man was not there. Still pilgrims lay on the floor asleep. A great weight overcame the boy's eyes, but he knew his sister could not sleep, so he continued.
On the next floor the third lord was also nowhere to be seen. A heap of bodies lay upon the floor, and still others lay coughing, too sick to move and join the pile. The boy fell among them, coughing up a black bile. He thought of his sister's sickness, and crawled up the stairs. Even when she had collapsed she had never stopped moving.
The boy stopped. He was not crawling up the stairs. He was crawling towards the pile. When had he changed direction? He did not know, but as he approached the pile he became feverish. His joints hurt, his skull felt in a vice, and he vomited more and more bile. He turned towards the stairs again and crawled. He would not stop until he escaped and found her. He felt the cold bodies in the pile. He turned again, and forced himself to stand. He was dizzy and stumbled. Candle light burned his eyes, the sounds of coughing struck his skull like a hammer. Still he walked forward and his feet found the steps. He vomited a river of black bile, and escaped to the next floor.
The floor of the fourth lord of man was empty. No pilgrims suffered here. No sounds could be heard at all, not even his own footsteps. It was dark, almost too dark to see. There was no staircase up. He walked in one direction and though he found nothing, he felt himself become stronger, taller. He was a man, a great hero who could fight grand battles. He continued and soon found his skin sagging and thin, his posture buckling, his eyes fuzzy and memory becoming fragmented. He feared what might happen if he stepped further, so he returned to the stairs. Going the other direction he discovered he became smaller and smaller until he could not remember how to say words, and he stumbled about on inexperienced feet. This was no solution either. He sat at the top of the stairs and wondered what had become of his sister. Why this place? Why had she fled to the tower?
After a long while, a staircase appeared. It moved slowly across the floor, first looking new as could be. As it approached the boy he saw signs of ageing. He ran up the stairs before they could collapse and rot.
To be continued...
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Iron Cthulhu Apocalypse, the channel I pray to late at night 🌙.
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No Minotaur waiting in the middle of this labyrinth, just a single watermelon Jolly Rancher.
Then it shall be a fight to the death! That 🍬 WILL BE MINE!
I'm going to try using this to aid my sleep tonight.... I shall share consequences 😉