In the mist where silence weeps, Lies a giant's final sleep, Bones of ages washed by time, On a shore where shadows climb. A cloak of red, a soul alone, Wanders through the gray and stone, Echoes of a world long past, Mourned by waves that gently cast. Giant’s ribs, a solemn frame, Whisper tales without a name, In the fog, the memories fade, Of a life that time betrayed. On this beach where secrets lie, A lonely figure passes by, Lost in thought, beneath the sky, Where ancient giants came to die.
@@dannyspina5715 You might find the topic of Proto Indo-European religion interesting. They were a people that lived on the Eurasian steppes 5,000 years ago and nearly half of people today speak a language descended from their language. Many of their gods also got passed down to later daughter cultures in various forms. Their chief deity was called Dyeus Phter, literally translated as the Sky Father. This got passed down to various cultures, for example Zeus Pater (later just Zeus) in Greece, Jupiter in Rome, Tyr in Ancient Scandinavia, and Dyaus Pita in ancient India.
It kinda doesn't make much sense. The skull is leaning on the chin, which would not be a normal resting position since it would rotate to lay on its side/face due to sheer weight. The skeleton is also in contact with seawater, meaning that erosion would work fast and easy, meaning this couldn't be too old, which I think is the whole point of the image - unknown dead gods of another age. Never mind the bad anatomy. None of it makes any actual sense, and you want some amount of sense to instill a feeling of the fantastical. This is why AI can be so uncanny across every single subject/theme/aesthetic, it doesn't "understand" what its portraying. It's half way there though, that's for sure.
@@kimlee6643 to me all of this helped the picture. "Good" anatomy would have suggested a big human, but this is supposed to be something entirely different. Whatever its bones are made of survived the seawater with no issue, adding to the mystery but also implying a strength and long-livedness that would have been far beyond humanity. And real artists typically make the mistake of not asking how a skeleton stayed together the way it did throughout the centuries. Aside from the way it rests on its chin you could have asked what still keeps the arm perfectly in line with the shoulder, if all connective tissue has seemingly disappeared. You´d be correct to ask that question, but since I´m (and likely most people are) so used to this error, it doesn´t even detract from an image anymore. In a video game I might just assume the thing is going to stand up and fight me at some point.
I love the comment section on ambient music videos, like it can be something like bird sounds, rain, or something like this the comment sections are all just amazing because nobody has anything to leave hate comments about it's great. hope everyone has a great day :)
Agreed. I’m just sitting here after a really stressful almost 7 months…major surgery..healing…meditating…trying to see what my future will hold…reading all these wonderful posts, and my fear & anxiety is melting away. It’s nice to feel a false sense of security in a world where I have none. Peace 🕊
My temples stand empty, lost in the forest, shrouded by greenery, strangled by vines. No prayers are spoken, no songs are sung. No one kneels down to me. Everyone 's gone. When no prayers are spoken, and no songs are sung. I've been abandoned . Where do forgotten Gods go? written by Al Foucault
I haven´t found the poem anywhere, everything leads to his YT track; would you have a link to where to find more anout the poem, please? Many thanks in advance!
That doesn’t make sense?. Eternal is after forever. Everlasting life cannot lie. Unless its referring to angels who kept NOT their first estate. Reserved in everlasting chains under darkness unto the great day of judgment. One of these angels was (cast out like hundreds of other Angels) Deliberately thrown so hard never stops. A constant state of being thrown flying into the abyss.
Of greater days come and gone, this fact remains true. That time marches ever on, around, over, and right through. O be it said from atop mountains high, and down to valleys far below. That time crumbles things by and by, rendering all touched one day hollow. Grind down the mountain, sheer the peaks, reduced one day to sands. And echo unto one that seeks, answers in forgotten lands. Know that one truth remains unshaken, hallowed above all. The ones perceived divine were mistaken, for in the end even gods fall.
The skeleton in the picture is interesting because if it were a human, it would have fallen apart, scattered and been buried. In this picture the huge skeleton of the unknown god has seemingly washed up on shore...completely intact. Why did its flesh fade but its bones stay together if not to say "I am still here" but "I am gone" at the same time.
Hey, what you just did there was really interesting... Hope you keep finding more interest in this life, making you express yourself and turning you into an even more interesting person. Love you
Maybe the body washed ashore, then the flesh was eaten by seagulls over the course of centuries, but the divine ligaments were too strong, so they held the bones together.
Well, there are some things about the gods most people may not know... You see, gods never truly die. Its flesh is gone, yes. But... should worshipers rediscover this god, over time, its flesh will creep out of its bones, and slowly but surely the god will be reborn. If there are no worshipers, the skeleton will remain until it is buried through eons of dust and debris, and then it will become the foundation for a new mountain, helping the mountain and forests around it grow from its residual power. That is, unfortunately, one of the worst fates for a god, because then it is extremely unlikely anyone will stumble upon it and worship it. But, the important thing here is that, in death, the god remains in some form or another, so that there is hope that one day some small sentient animals or people will stumble across it and worship it, reviving it once more.
We killed all the gods, for their were an obstacle in our endeavors. But now, in a world without gods, there is nothing and nobody who cares for what is important. Our songs are about victory and massacre, but only the madmen and the fanatics can prosper. Only the strongest can decide among the red rivers and the ashes. Live!!! Said the last of the gods. Everything is yours now.
A skeleton looms, vast and still, trapped in the ice, against its will. Its tale, so distant, a forgotten thrill, began eons ago, its destiny to fulfill.
@@michaelnelson8618 although they are dead and gone their spirits had never left me alone whispering stories of years agone engraving it all over my bones
For reasons unknown to me, The Gods declared us “Not meant to be.” Keeping you away from me, Two continents and a vast sea. The foundation of my very bones was shaken. Two continents and a vast sea, To keep you away from me? That’s the absolute least it would’ve taken…
In the shadows deep, where souls doth weep, The greater minds do wander and seek, Through the dark and the forgotten tales, They tread, unraveling ancient veils. In the thick air, ripe fruits' scent doth cling, A heavenly choir in whispers sing, Of journeys past, of souls untold, Of mysteries lost, of stories bold. With hands raised high, they lock the gate, To realms unseen, where fates await, Where souls and minds intertwine, In the cosmic dance, a timeless sign.
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" No thing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away. - "Ozymandias" by Percy Shelley
I met a traveler from an antique show, His pockets empty, but his eyes aglow. Upon his back and now his very own He bore two vast and trunkless legs of stone. Amid the torrent of collector's jargon, I gathered he'd found himself quite a bargain. A permanent conversation piece post-prandial Genuine, certified, early Ozymandial. And when I asked him how he could be sure He showed me P. B. Shelley's signature. "Ogeniasis" by Ogden Nash [I may have missed a word or two. I was typing it from memory]
@@martialartess Back in the early 90s there was one of the most sublime homages I've seen. It was in some Beavis and Butthead book, I just remember it was the poem as it is, but out of nowhere, it's just Beavis howling "I AM CORNHOLIO" where the Ozymandius line should be.
In the mountains, valleys, oceans, clouds, Lies temples left abandoned. Civilizations turned to dust, Old customs now stranded. I look at this place, so beautiful, so divine, The place that once flourished all around, And yet, when I look at it now, There is but a single whisper to surround. The songs, the glee, the laughter, the cheers, The joy, the sadness, the anger, the fear, Every word, every feeling, every action ever executed, No more to be seen, nor heard, for it has all concluded. I look at this playpen that I made so carefully, Filled it with unprecedented spirits and life. I realize the consequences of my actions, The demise I created, and for it I strife. In a fit of rage, I lashed out. My children now motionless, alongside their family, As I recall their flout, Towards the beings they created, that call themselves "humanity". As I look down, I notice, The humans praying like dogs, I regret my actions, and send a messenger to them, To inform them that they pray to dead gods.
...I am soooo grateful... I had a very, very melancholic mindset this morning, had been sad about so many things that go wrong on our beautiful planet because of mankind, and even my dog-companions couldn't change it. I wandered the forest behind my home half of the day, sat down for a meditation after that and found THIS stunningly beautiful piece of yours, dear Athena. It soothed the pain in my heart and my companions are lying around me slumbering peacefully now while we are listening to your music... Thank you. Love, peace and blessings from a small piece of ancient Celtic forest in Western Germany from a loner who tries to listen to the soft whispers of the old gods and what they left to us every day and night in selfmade loneliness. Blessed be everyone. 🖤🤍🙏🏼
In the mists where silence reigns, A giant rests, long slain, Bones bleached by time and tide, Whispering secrets of gods who died. A crimson figure, small yet bold, Walks the shore where myths unfold, Among the remnants of power’s fall, Lost to ages, forgotten by all. Yet in the air, a mystery lingers, In the touch of salt on skin and fingers, A tale of worlds long turned to dust, Where even gods crumble, as all things must. "BEHOLD MORTALS, THATS THE STORY OF US ALL" eerie wind whispered to mysterious wanderer
The fog creeps in on silent paws, A shroud for giants, long since gone. bleached bones lie scattered on the shore, A silent testament to a power unknown. The sea gnaws at the edges of the world, Reclaiming what it once let go. The wind whispers secrets through the ribs, Of battles fought, and storms below. The world moves on, indifferent, To the titans that once walked the earth. But in the hush of the fog-bound beach, Their memory is a haunting worth.
Just had your channel recommended to me by the algorithm of doom, so I have no idea what you usually make, but ethereal is where it's at. For me at least. Good stuff. You've a new subscriber. Looking forward to listening to your other stuff and to seeing what you come up with in the future. Thank you! 🦉
"What happens if we eat the fruit?" she asked the serpent. "You will know all." "Will we know happiness?" "You will know ALL." the serpent repeated, sadness in its voice.
i effing love this. did you write this, is it from something i might know? feels like a powerful exchange from a powerful story. feels like a line, an emphasis that is missing from another story i know...
@@jenniferbrown8712 Beautiful, isn't it!? It's a dramatization of Eve being tempted by Lucifer to partake of the forbidden fruit, which brings about the fall of mankind, both removing Adam and Eve from God's presence and beginning their journey of growth, pain, joy, hardship, love, struggle, and redemption back to God's presence. It began our lives: humanity. If you want to look more into it, I recommend two books: The Book of Genesis in the Bible and the Books of Abraham and Moses in The Pearl of Great Price.
I’ve never seen it written with the “sadness in his voice” part in it. Very thought provoking. Did you make that part up or is it written in another version of the Bible?
"I remember times when I was all there was. I was honored with unlimited worship and obedience. My blessings were what created time and space. Now all there is left are empty temples, unspoken prayers and an everlasting longing for purpose."
this is at a completely another level... this cant be explained. im at a loss of words.... seriously... this is very massive. the impact it has on your focus is just unexplainable.
Time comes and goes Like the river as it flows And the faintest pressure of the wind as it blows I feel your touch so deep In my soul Where have you gone Have you left me alone? Winter came, so cold All is forgiven I hope Just leave me some love It is my gold
I love comment sections on video's like these, because suddenly, everyone is able to channel their inner world class level poetry and romantic period level of legendary diction.
I am the wind that bellows through the branches, the plants swaying and the creatures that crawl beneath. The warm embrace of the sun that once adorned my skin is now the damp in the undergrowth. Long ago did some know my name, the splendour of my favour or the absence thereof. Though the universe continues, the undergrowth and the ones that came before forget me not.
I love this chant. It brings me peace, I can lie down in calmness and fantasies. I can focus on any thought. It's from these moments that I can find answers, everything thing starts and ends within me. XXX
In faded halls where silence dwells, The once decorated walls tell his tales. Once cherished rites and songs of grace, Forgotten in time, not even a cold embrace. No prayer remains, no offering's light, Just shadows of a long forgotten might. A distant whisper, soft and faint, Of a god forgotten, of a mournful saint.
This is like every brief snippet of blissfully haunting etheric music from LOTR, Elder Scrolls, trance, etc rolled into one. I could listen to this forever.
this music brings forth the grief that haunts me. the love that i have for my father holds with it a kind of reverence, the like of which i expect never to experience again
......not just hauntingly beautiful, soothing music......this is "unavoidable, immersive escapism at its very finest" - something we all need to have.....Thank you Athena✨✨
Putting on my headphones and clicking the link, I was instantly transported to a hidden place deep within myself. It felt like a secluded area of my soul, though I don't quite understand how something so deep can also feel so vast. Maybe the artist who created this music could explain it. As I listened, a soft, feminine voice whispered in the background. It felt like there was a message, something important that needed to be said. The message carried the weight of existence itself, making me feel temporary and small. Life is fleeting, and in that fleetingness, I search for all the experiences I haven't yet had. Neither my home, family, love, nor work have given me even a glimpse of the feeling I get from this music - a feeling of dissolving and disappearing. It's a hidden mystery, a distant call from my soul. I want to be pulled further in, to drown deeper in its dark, distant paradise.
Greetings from Germany. This is soooo true. Its a place inside us. And while we listening to it, we get smaller and smaller and everything around us is in us.
Athena - I don't think anyone would really mind if you keep on the ethereal kick forever! This is my first time on your channel. Wow, got a lot of work done today with you in my ears. THANKS!
It's incredibly beautiful to immerse myself in this hallowed ambience. I can feel myself on that edge of the water, crumbled to the ground, on the verge of tears, my hands clutching onto my significant other, as she stands above me, holding onto the back of my ruffled hair. I don't even know what I'm experiencing, but it can be described as a peaceful allowance of relief, letting go of the pain that has stricken me from grief, turmoil, and the heavy trials of life. Thank you for blessing us with inspiration, wonderment, and solace Athena 😌😔
The gods are still there they sit in silence, they sit waiting. They don’t need the sacrifices or the offering or the praise to survive. They continue to live on quietly waiting for the time when they will be recognized again. Once recognized, they will bestow gifts on the followers.
The forgotten gods die and do not return. When the reign of the gods ends, that of man will begin, who owns the future thanks to his ability to change.
In the heart of the forest, where shadows dance, My temples stand, a forgotten expanse. Enveloped by vines, veiled in green, A silent witness to what once had been. No prayers ascend, no songs resound, In solitude, my presence is drowned. The echoes of worship, a distant memory, Lost in the depths of forgotten reverie. Where do forgotten gods go, you ask, When all that remains is a crumbling task? We fade into whispers, into the unknown, In realms untouched, where time has flown. Perhaps we find solace in the cosmic expanse, Among the stars, in eternal trance. Or maybe we linger in the hearts of the few, Who remember our tales, our deeds anew. But in the end, we become one with the earth, Returning to dust, to our humble birth. Forgotten gods, lost in time's flow, We fade away, where forgotten dreams go.
The allure of divine Screams the horror of deaths When I first saw those blind eyes Speaking the secrets unkempt The urge to flea was dire, then Yet my feet resisted to attempt For somewhere, I sensed I couldn’t Escape from the hallow To a place where nothing resides Only the oblivions What shall I even choose If granted a choice, A plea to fly or to remain? To know my real name, I desired through aeons Thence, must I stay in this web of fossils The bed shared by the gones and the prevails Where I shall no longer dream Where I shall know nothing Will it all be silent, then? Or will the noise deafen me? If the latter be, The fright may devour my rest What if the mighty speaks, And I won’t be blessed? Shall I ever not hear my name? Or do I even own one? Might the foresee be true, after all Perhaps, “I AM NO ONE”.....
Love this type of music for studying, it is so calming and motivating in a deep, spiritual way. Hope everyone is doing well during finals month, you got this
“And with time years turned to decades, Decades weaved together became centuries, And with time the scars, the battles faded, With time history turned into legends, Warriors tales turned to myths And the myths became beliefs, The new folk told the myths and revered them, And on these shores the gods were born from those fallen, The warriors with time turned gods in the memories of men. Gone but never forgotten on these shores Where warriors were laid to rest and gods were born. On these shores.”
Dude that's crazy you say so, I'm reading "the fellowship of the Ring" and this song come on my thread while I'm in the midth of the Council of Elrond in Imladris 😮
Stunning. Just perfect. And there are no dead gods, just those we don't pay attention to. You can choose to follow any god you like, any time you like. It has always been that way.
the misty grave of the forgotten, storys stayed untold, memorys and empathy rotten, watch as they fall and fold. As the moon covers the night with slivery irdescene, countless giants fall, Their efforts not enough, thier skeletons infected with death, unlike how they used to stand tall; I feel like ive lost touch, with the sands i stand upon, i feel like im not there, feelings and emotions are simply gone. I wish i could go back, to loves touch of warmth, I feel like the artic snow, i feel frozen over, i cannot bring myself to go and put another foot forward. (i decided to have a go at the poem thing)
Thank you Athena, not only have created such a deep and beautiful piece but you have attracted so many wonderous spirits to comment. Much reverent appreciation.
Darkness may close in Faith weak Hopelessness slices into our souls But on we go Never give up for this life is our one The next adventure awaits so till then Stay true, mighty and may thy blade of life be strong.
Amidst the swirling mists and the eternal chill of the deserted shore, Mara stood alone, her red cloak a stark contrast against the monochromic landscape. Before her lay the gargantuan skull of a creature long forgotten by time, its bones bleached and brittle, a silent sentinel of the sands. The air was heavy with the scent of salt and decay, a reminder of the impermanence of all things, even the titans of old. This was a place of endings, where the past whispered through the fog, carrying tales of fallen empires and vanquished leviathans. As Mara approached the colossal skull, her footsteps soft on the wet sand, she felt the weight of history pressing upon her. Each bone was a chapter of a story too vast to comprehend, each hollow eye socket a gaze into the abyss of time. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the ancient skull, feeling the echoes of the beast's last roar as it succumbed to the inevitable embrace of death. This was not just a graveyard of bones; it was a crucible of life's fleeting triumphs and inevitable defeats, a testament to the courage to live even in the face of oblivion. With a final glance at the skeletal behemoth, Mara turned back, her spirit renewed by the solemn majesty of the remnants. She walked away, the red of her cloak fading into the mist, a fleeting yet vibrant spark in the vast, unyielding grey.
For me…. it feels so freeing & even reassuring…. I think, in life people unknowingly chain themselves too often to false gods; anything they worship or obsess over (money, power, work, alcohol, etc etc etc…) that takes them away from themselves, their purpose & any healthy balanced living. Distractions really, that if not respected & held in perspective steal from your body, mind & heart…. So yes, for me, this music has a softness & peacefulness that becomes a gentle reminder & release from any “false god” that can steal me away & hold me down in struggle & pain; ….returning me, instead, to my focus with my One & Great Higher Power…. God 💛 So yes… hear, hear to dead gods 😌
There they lay ... Ready to be awake by the sweet sounds of the coursed music.... They have risen and they have fallen . ...carved into the stone they stay still but their power can still be felt.. Azazel and his knights will raise once more and eternity will be forever
In realms where time's forgotten sighs, Where echoes of lost prayers arise, Lies the domain of gods long gone, Their tales now whispered, hushed, withdrawn. Their names engraved in ancient lore, Yet in the silence, they are no more. Forgotten altars gather dust, Where once devout would kneel in trust. Their temples crumble, worn by age, Their power spent, lost to the page. No hymns resound, no candles burn, In crypts where once their essence churned. Their dominion, now but a dream, A faded echo in the stream Of time that flows relentless on, Long after their existence gone. Yet in the whispers of the wind, In shadows where the memories pinned, Their essence lingers, faint and cold, A tale of glory once untold. For even in their silent grave, Their legacy still dares to brave The passage of each fleeting hour, As fragments of their reign empower. So let us ponder, as we trod, The fate of gods who've met their sod. For in their fall, we too may see The fleeting nature of our decree.
I feel you near… I feel you far. I’m alone now, without my star. To guide me, to light my path… in the darkness now… i sit alone wondering, if you’ll ever come home. I can’t make a wish, I can’t reach, for my beautiful star that feel so far. Will I ever see you again near or far… or will I die alone with a sky empty of my Star…. Dedicated to CPG. I’ll never forget you, Zevezda moya…😔💖💫✨
As far back as i can remember all my life saw my mother suffer through different hardships of life. She was a kind hearted woman, always giving more than she used to receive. A firm believer of god, she used to think that god is watching over her and all this pain is are trials, and it all will mean something someday.. i didn't believe in god. But i had faith in her faith. She used to ask me "why don't you believe?" I told her "i believe in you". But in the end she got nothing from her life other than suffering till the end.. in a way her god abandoned her. I don't know if that's the reason i abandoned god...
It's said God doesn't burden a soul beyond it can bear. For every hardship a believer faces God forgives the equal amount of sins. Perhaps that's how God loved her. Maybe you should do the same.
Dazzeling binding rapturous wonder, All parts of me have been blown out, asunder, waxing and waning and moving and jesting, reason unwinding and finding I’m blinding. Empty your chords and empty the skies, Empty this world birthed anew from your eyes. Empty the reason that beckons the treason. Empty the words that split forth the rise. All of this worthy, I am whole, full of glory, No tainted smith can poison this song, For all things like this cannot be unsung. Shattered and broken, undone, I am woken. All things exist for this moment. Everything will be Okay. Everything is Okay.
Carcosa walked solemnly along the beach, his long red cloak nearly grazing the water as it hit the shore. The air was heavy, and filled with the smell of rotting pomegranate. As he approached the massive former divine being, now reduced to a mere shell, he considered what may have brought down such an impossible creature. He made his way towards the skull, and began reaching up, placing a foot at the base of its jaw. With some effort, he managed to pull himself to the crevice where a nose had presumably been. An orange light glows within. Carcosa squeezed through a hole in the center, and crawled into the spot a brain once resided. He reached a hand out towards the light.
The voice of the singer is grand, majestic. and beautiful. Yet like the forgotten Gods, is faded into the background. Merely an echo of a powerful, shining performance that it once was
in nature, when a whale dies, and its carcass finally hits the seafloor, it becomes a whalefall, a teeming ecosystem full of new life that could only be brought about by the whale's death. a miracle of nature, so to speak. given this, when a god falls for the last time, never to rise again, its corpse must surely still leave behind something miraculous and beautiful, a true divine blessing, wonderous perhaps even beyond our imaginings, but only so long as we leave it to rest.
Woah, what a gem!! So glad the algorithm recommended this to me. I could see myself listening to this in a variety of settings. It truly calmed my soul.
The Old Gods have never left us and make themselves known to those they love and who are able to listen. The Olympians send their love to the virtuous.
In places like this, people share some kind of universal understanding of existence. Something that can’t be said or explained, only felt. I wish we could all simply live in that understanding with one another forever.
There were giants on the earth in those days, and also after that, when the son’s of God came in unto the daughter’s of men, and bore children to them, mighty men of old men of renown.
In the mist where silence weeps,
Lies a giant's final sleep,
Bones of ages washed by time,
On a shore where shadows climb.
A cloak of red, a soul alone,
Wanders through the gray and stone,
Echoes of a world long past,
Mourned by waves that gently cast.
Giant’s ribs, a solemn frame,
Whisper tales without a name,
In the fog, the memories fade,
Of a life that time betrayed.
On this beach where secrets lie,
A lonely figure passes by,
Lost in thought, beneath the sky,
Where ancient giants came to die.
Wonderful
THIS IS SO AMAZING WTTFTFGSTSDVTGFBVUAS
That's beautiful! ❤❤did you write this yourself? 😮❤
I can tell how freaking much inspired you got! Just wonderful masterpiece
I love your poem! Can you tell me either the poets name or name of the poet? I would really appreciate it. Thank you.😊
I think "dead" stands for forgotten in this sense. Imagine all the gods of ancient civilizations that we know very little to nothing about.
I've never thought about that. It would be damn cool to know/discover something about those very ancient gods!
Read American Gods by Neil Gaiman. Do not watch the show. This is the entire theme of the book.
@@dannyspina5715 You might find the topic of Proto Indo-European religion interesting. They were a people that lived on the Eurasian steppes 5,000 years ago and nearly half of people today speak a language descended from their language. Many of their gods also got passed down to later daughter cultures in various forms. Their chief deity was called Dyeus Phter, literally translated as the Sky Father. This got passed down to various cultures, for example Zeus Pater (later just Zeus) in Greece, Jupiter in Rome, Tyr in Ancient Scandinavia, and Dyaus Pita in ancient India.
To the ancients, all gods lose their power when people stop praying to them. When worship ceases so does that god
@@nel7105 very interesting
This introvert here appreciates the ambience and smoothness. 10/10
you sound sexc
I couldn't agree more with you, literally just came in here to write something saw your comment and thought yup that's it that's how I feel 😂😂🥰☺️
@@firefoxgt1 🎉🎉🎉
Same #Here
ah, hello kindred friend!
what the hack it has anything to do you being introvert.
As a writer, this is the best thing ever. It's not distracting but it isn't boring, It's the perfect balance
Same for me as an artist! ❤
for the ADHD superpower, this is incredible to help maintaining focus
The same for me! I've been working on finding more Playlists like this for my writing time, but I've had little success.
Only one weapon kills the gods: Oblivion. Afterwards, man will be free. Forget all the gods and think of the men of tomorrow...
That background art is king.
Reminds me of High Lord Wolnir
I like the part where the second spine sticks out of the ribcage/clavicle like an oversized chestburster. Still good AI vibes though
It kinda doesn't make much sense. The skull is leaning on the chin, which would not be a normal resting position since it would rotate to lay on its side/face due to sheer weight. The skeleton is also in contact with seawater, meaning that erosion would work fast and easy, meaning this couldn't be too old, which I think is the whole point of the image - unknown dead gods of another age. Never mind the bad anatomy. None of it makes any actual sense, and you want some amount of sense to instill a feeling of the fantastical. This is why AI can be so uncanny across every single subject/theme/aesthetic, it doesn't "understand" what its portraying.
It's half way there though, that's for sure.
@@kimlee6643 that's what the second spine is for of course! keeping that heroic chin square and on centre.
@@kimlee6643 to me all of this helped the picture. "Good" anatomy would have suggested a big human, but this is supposed to be something entirely different. Whatever its bones are made of survived the seawater with no issue, adding to the mystery but also implying a strength and long-livedness that would have been far beyond humanity. And real artists typically make the mistake of not asking how a skeleton stayed together the way it did throughout the centuries. Aside from the way it rests on its chin you could have asked what still keeps the arm perfectly in line with the shoulder, if all connective tissue has seemingly disappeared. You´d be correct to ask that question, but since I´m (and likely most people are) so used to this error, it doesn´t even detract from an image anymore. In a video game I might just assume the thing is going to stand up and fight me at some point.
I love the comment section on ambient music videos, like it can be something like bird sounds, rain, or something like this the comment sections are all just amazing because nobody has anything to leave hate comments about it's great. hope everyone has a great day :)
Are you nuts? there is only one true god = GOD in the highest! This is a fucking worship of false gods. Repent for your stupidity!
Right!!?
Спасибо. Эдуард Ходос раввин из Харькова посмотрите пожалуйста кто стравил людей в Украине 😢😢😢😢😢
Agreed. I’m just sitting here after a really stressful almost 7 months…major surgery..healing…meditating…trying to see what my future will hold…reading all these wonderful posts, and my fear & anxiety is melting away. It’s nice to feel a false sense of security in a world where I have none.
Peace 🕊
True 👐💓👍🤗👍💓👐
My temples stand empty, lost in the forest, shrouded by greenery, strangled by vines. No prayers are spoken, no songs are sung. No one kneels down to me. Everyone 's gone. When no prayers are spoken, and no songs are sung. I've been abandoned . Where do forgotten Gods go? written by Al Foucault
I haven´t found the poem anywhere, everything leads to his YT track; would you have a link to where to find more anout the poem, please? Many thanks in advance!
@@MsRamona7 i think he’s saying AI wrote it
Thanks, I thought I was going blind and was seeing things. 😅 The only results were with Michel Foucalt but not connected to this text...
@@MsRamona7 Hi MsRamona7, My name is AL not AI Thanks for enjoying my poem
Deep
"That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange aeons even death may die." (H.P. Lovecraft)
Probablement washed ashore from sunken R'lyeh, where dead Cthulhu lies dreaming. I'm sure, cause I checked the facts in the Necronomicon ...
I love that quote. Lovecraft is by far my favourite writer
That doesn’t make sense?. Eternal is after forever. Everlasting life cannot lie. Unless its referring to angels who kept NOT their first estate. Reserved in everlasting chains under darkness unto the great day of judgment. One of these angels was (cast out like hundreds of other Angels) Deliberately thrown so hard never stops. A constant state of being thrown flying into the abyss.
J.H is
Of greater days come and gone,
this fact remains true.
That time marches ever on,
around, over, and right through.
O be it said from atop mountains high,
and down to valleys far below.
That time crumbles things by and by,
rendering all touched one day hollow.
Grind down the mountain, sheer the peaks,
reduced one day to sands.
And echo unto one that seeks,
answers in forgotten lands.
Know that one truth remains unshaken,
hallowed above all.
The ones perceived divine were mistaken,
for in the end even gods fall.
Powerful and somber. I can imagine these words scrolling by to this music. Thanks for the added content.
Tight
Bossed up. This should be written in stone.
🥰
Is this a quote from something or did you write that yourself?
The skeleton in the picture is interesting because if it were a human, it would have fallen apart, scattered and been buried. In this picture the huge skeleton of the unknown god has seemingly washed up on shore...completely intact. Why did its flesh fade but its bones stay together if not to say "I am still here" but "I am gone" at the same time.
Hey, what you just did there was really interesting... Hope you keep finding more interest in this life, making you express yourself and turning you into an even more interesting person. Love you
@@maobizubiwa love you too
Very interesting observation, tysm for sharing that :) it feels surreal to think about
Maybe the body washed ashore, then the flesh was eaten by seagulls over the course of centuries, but the divine ligaments were too strong, so they held the bones together.
Well, there are some things about the gods most people may not know...
You see, gods never truly die. Its flesh is gone, yes. But... should worshipers rediscover this god, over time, its flesh will creep out of its bones, and slowly but surely the god will be reborn. If there are no worshipers, the skeleton will remain until it is buried through eons of dust and debris, and then it will become the foundation for a new mountain, helping the mountain and forests around it grow from its residual power. That is, unfortunately, one of the worst fates for a god, because then it is extremely unlikely anyone will stumble upon it and worship it.
But, the important thing here is that, in death, the god remains in some form or another, so that there is hope that one day some small sentient animals or people will stumble across it and worship it, reviving it once more.
2:27am.
Rain falls outside my window.
I am neither tired nor awake.
Peace.
🖤
Serenity to you...
We killed all the gods, for their were an obstacle in our endeavors. But now, in a world without gods, there is nothing and nobody who cares for what is important.
Our songs are about victory and massacre, but only the madmen and the fanatics can prosper. Only the strongest can decide among the red rivers and the ashes.
Live!!! Said the last of the gods. Everything is yours now.
This is beautiful dude, you should write a book
Yes humanity without parents are simply a ship of fools
Excellently said.
If thats the case then who is the real A.I here in this realm of reality where intelligent beings keep tuning into, to just simply be and exsist?
I love this and can't even put my finger on why. Was there anything in particular that inspired this? Would like to have a read of that too.
Let's take a moment of silence..... for the beautiful music, the comment section, and all the poets who commented,...... I love you guys ✨✨✨🎶🎶🎶☺️
A skeleton looms, vast and still,
trapped in the ice, against its will.
Its tale, so distant, a forgotten thrill,
began eons ago, its destiny to fulfill.
The bones no longer grind the ice,
There softly in its grip entombed -
Once vibrant, now, have paid their price
Were like us all, haplessly doomed.
@@michaelnelson8618
although they are dead and gone
their spirits had never left me alone
whispering stories of years agone
engraving it all over my bones
what is that from?
@@yxnsu. Engraved as they are in bone and soul
Carried with us far and wide
Living on as if they were still alive
Listen and hear their voice
For reasons unknown to me,
The Gods declared us “Not meant to be.”
Keeping you away from me,
Two continents and a vast sea.
The foundation of my very bones was shaken.
Two continents and a vast sea,
To keep you away from me?
That’s the absolute least it would’ve taken…
In the shadows deep, where souls doth weep,
The greater minds do wander and seek,
Through the dark and the forgotten tales,
They tread, unraveling ancient veils.
In the thick air, ripe fruits' scent doth cling,
A heavenly choir in whispers sing,
Of journeys past, of souls untold,
Of mysteries lost, of stories bold.
With hands raised high, they lock the gate,
To realms unseen, where fates await,
Where souls and minds intertwine,
In the cosmic dance, a timeless sign.
I snapped my fingers for you several times irl
Very Appropriate words - well done
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
No thing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
- "Ozymandias" by Percy Shelley
I met a traveler from an antique show,
His pockets empty, but his eyes aglow.
Upon his back and now his very own
He bore two vast and trunkless legs of stone.
Amid the torrent of collector's jargon,
I gathered he'd found himself quite a bargain.
A permanent conversation piece post-prandial
Genuine, certified, early Ozymandial.
And when I asked him how he could be sure
He showed me P. B. Shelley's signature.
"Ogeniasis" by Ogden Nash
[I may have missed a word or two. I was typing it from memory]
Sorry. I just couldn't resist.
@@martialartess Back in the early 90s there was one of the most sublime homages I've seen. It was in some Beavis and Butthead book, I just remember it was the poem as it is, but out of nowhere, it's just Beavis howling "I AM CORNHOLIO" where the Ozymandius line should be.
In the mountains, valleys, oceans, clouds,
Lies temples left abandoned.
Civilizations turned to dust,
Old customs now stranded.
I look at this place, so beautiful, so divine,
The place that once flourished all around,
And yet, when I look at it now,
There is but a single whisper to surround.
The songs, the glee, the laughter, the cheers,
The joy, the sadness, the anger, the fear,
Every word, every feeling, every action ever executed,
No more to be seen, nor heard, for it has all concluded.
I look at this playpen that I made so carefully,
Filled it with unprecedented spirits and life.
I realize the consequences of my actions,
The demise I created, and for it I strife.
In a fit of rage, I lashed out.
My children now motionless, alongside their family,
As I recall their flout,
Towards the beings they created, that call themselves "humanity".
As I look down, I notice,
The humans praying like dogs,
I regret my actions, and send a messenger to them,
To inform them that they pray to dead gods.
Magnificent 👏
Such pain 💔
...I am soooo grateful... I had a very, very melancholic mindset this morning, had been sad about so many things that go wrong on our beautiful planet because of mankind, and even my dog-companions couldn't change it. I wandered the forest behind my home half of the day, sat down for a meditation after that and found THIS stunningly beautiful piece of yours, dear Athena. It soothed the pain in my heart and my companions are lying around me slumbering peacefully now while we are listening to your music... Thank you. Love, peace and blessings from a small piece of ancient Celtic forest in Western Germany from a loner who tries to listen to the soft whispers of the old gods and what they left to us every day and night in selfmade loneliness. Blessed be everyone. 🖤🤍🙏🏼
Do you know Heilung? It's a Danish band that makes old Danish ritualistic music and often soothes me as well.
Bless you ❤
You knew exactly what to do to heal your soul; that's a powerful gift. ❤
In the mists where silence reigns,
A giant rests, long slain,
Bones bleached by time and tide,
Whispering secrets of gods who died.
A crimson figure, small yet bold,
Walks the shore where myths unfold,
Among the remnants of power’s fall,
Lost to ages, forgotten by all.
Yet in the air, a mystery lingers,
In the touch of salt on skin and fingers,
A tale of worlds long turned to dust,
Where even gods crumble, as all things must.
"BEHOLD MORTALS, THATS THE STORY OF US ALL" eerie wind whispered to mysterious wanderer
You should've become a show writer. Golly!
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❤ !Wow! ❤
The fog creeps in on silent paws,
A shroud for giants, long since gone.
bleached bones lie scattered on the shore,
A silent testament to a power unknown.
The sea gnaws at the edges of the world,
Reclaiming what it once let go.
The wind whispers secrets through the ribs,
Of battles fought, and storms below.
The world moves on, indifferent,
To the titans that once walked the earth.
But in the hush of the fog-bound beach,
Their memory is a haunting worth.
On an ethereal kick recently - hope it helps :)
Just had your channel recommended to me by the algorithm of doom, so I have no idea what you usually make, but ethereal is where it's at. For me at least. Good stuff.
You've a new subscriber. Looking forward to listening to your other stuff and to seeing what you come up with in the future.
Thank you! 🦉
Is this on Spotify?
Amazing
That guy had a great dentist. 😬
I brought the likes to 6666. I hope THAT helps!
So beautiful. Takes me away from the nightmare the world has become.
Me too
Same
Well said.
World is us @kathleen🙂
Hidden in the Mists of time
Vailed secrets I will find
Of those who sought to touch divine
What they have lost shall soon be mine
"What happens if we eat the fruit?" she asked the serpent.
"You will know all."
"Will we know happiness?"
"You will know ALL." the serpent repeated, sadness in its voice.
The original rabbit hole
i effing love this. did you write this, is it from something i might know? feels like a powerful exchange from a powerful story. feels like a line, an emphasis that is missing from another story i know...
@@jenniferbrown8712 Beautiful, isn't it!? It's a dramatization of Eve being tempted by Lucifer to partake of the forbidden fruit, which brings about the fall of mankind, both removing Adam and Eve from God's presence and beginning their journey of growth, pain, joy, hardship, love, struggle, and redemption back to God's presence. It began our lives: humanity.
If you want to look more into it, I recommend two books: The Book of Genesis in the Bible and the Books of Abraham and Moses in The Pearl of Great Price.
I’ve never seen it written with the “sadness in his voice” part in it. Very thought provoking. Did you make that part up or is it written in another version of the Bible?
Sounds like an altered part of the Garden Of Eden story in the King James version of the Bible.
"I remember times when I was all there was. I was honored with unlimited worship and obedience. My blessings were what created time and space. Now all there is left are empty temples, unspoken prayers and an everlasting longing for purpose."
this is at a completely another level... this cant be explained. im at a loss of words.... seriously... this is very massive. the impact it has on your focus is just unexplainable.
Also haven't heard anything like this ❤
Time comes and goes
Like the river as it flows
And the faintest pressure of the wind as it blows
I feel your touch so deep
In my soul
Where have you gone
Have you left me alone?
Winter came, so cold
All is forgiven I hope
Just leave me some love
It is my gold
Beautiful.
I love comment sections on video's like these, because suddenly, everyone is able to channel their inner world class level poetry and romantic period level of legendary diction.
Haha i was just thinking the same thing YT really has it all
I am the wind that bellows through the branches, the plants swaying and the creatures that crawl beneath. The warm embrace of the sun that once adorned my skin is now the damp in the undergrowth. Long ago did some know my name, the splendour of my favour or the absence thereof. Though the universe continues, the undergrowth and the ones that came before forget me not.
I love this chant. It brings me peace, I can lie down in calmness and fantasies.
I can focus on any thought.
It's from these moments that I can find answers, everything thing starts and ends within me.
XXX
Fantasise
Perhaps we will meet at that place some day bcz I feel the same as you.
In faded halls where silence dwells,
The once decorated walls tell his tales.
Once cherished rites and songs of grace,
Forgotten in time, not even a cold embrace.
No prayer remains, no offering's light,
Just shadows of a long forgotten might.
A distant whisper, soft and faint,
Of a god forgotten, of a mournful saint.
This is like every brief snippet of blissfully haunting etheric music from LOTR, Elder Scrolls, trance, etc rolled into one.
I could listen to this forever.
this music brings forth the grief that haunts me. the love that i have for my father holds with it a kind of reverence, the like of which i expect never to experience again
Dear friend, we are all shrouded in Universal grief. I would recommend you read “The Wild Edge of Sorrow” by Frances Weller.
......not just hauntingly beautiful, soothing music......this is "unavoidable, immersive escapism at its very finest" - something we all need to have.....Thank you Athena✨✨
Putting on my headphones and clicking the link, I was instantly transported to a hidden place deep within myself. It felt like a secluded area of my soul, though I don't quite understand how something so deep can also feel so vast. Maybe the artist who created this music could explain it.
As I listened, a soft, feminine voice whispered in the background. It felt like there was a message, something important that needed to be said. The message carried the weight of existence itself, making me feel temporary and small. Life is fleeting, and in that fleetingness, I search for all the experiences I haven't yet had.
Neither my home, family, love, nor work have given me even a glimpse of the feeling I get from this music - a feeling of dissolving and disappearing. It's a hidden mystery, a distant call from my soul. I want to be pulled further in, to drown deeper in its dark, distant paradise.
Greetings from Germany. This is soooo true. Its a place inside us. And while we listening to it, we get smaller and smaller and everything around us is in us.
@seelegod blees you and your conitent nwanderung_home
Athena - I don't think anyone would really mind if you keep on the ethereal kick forever! This is my first time on your channel. Wow, got a lot of work done today with you in my ears. THANKS!
It's incredibly beautiful to immerse myself in this hallowed ambience.
I can feel myself on that edge of the water, crumbled to the ground, on the verge of tears, my hands clutching onto my significant other, as she stands above me, holding onto the back of my ruffled hair.
I don't even know what I'm experiencing, but it can be described as a peaceful allowance of relief, letting go of the pain that has stricken me from grief, turmoil, and the heavy trials of life.
Thank you for blessing us with inspiration, wonderment, and solace Athena 😌😔
The gods are still there they sit in silence, they sit waiting. They don’t need the sacrifices or the offering or the praise to survive. They continue to live on quietly waiting for the time when they will be recognized again. Once recognized, they will bestow gifts on the followers.
that's such a powerful message for us thank very much..
The forgotten gods die and do not return. When the reign of the gods ends, that of man will begin, who owns the future thanks to his ability to change.
Tall and proud we once stood, but small to a world much larger than us. We conquered all the lands but fell short to time.
In the heart of the forest, where shadows dance,
My temples stand, a forgotten expanse.
Enveloped by vines, veiled in green,
A silent witness to what once had been.
No prayers ascend, no songs resound,
In solitude, my presence is drowned.
The echoes of worship, a distant memory,
Lost in the depths of forgotten reverie.
Where do forgotten gods go, you ask,
When all that remains is a crumbling task?
We fade into whispers, into the unknown,
In realms untouched, where time has flown.
Perhaps we find solace in the cosmic expanse,
Among the stars, in eternal trance.
Or maybe we linger in the hearts of the few,
Who remember our tales, our deeds anew.
But in the end, we become one with the earth,
Returning to dust, to our humble birth.
Forgotten gods, lost in time's flow,
We fade away, where forgotten dreams go.
Beautiful +❤️
The picture tells us so much and the beautiful ambiance alone says a lot as well
My mother's heart, children taken, I cry out to the gods! My womb, cut away. Hear me Freya!
The allure of divine
Screams the horror of deaths
When I first saw those blind eyes
Speaking the secrets unkempt
The urge to flea was dire, then
Yet my feet resisted to attempt
For somewhere, I sensed I couldn’t
Escape from the hallow
To a place where nothing resides
Only the oblivions
What shall I even choose
If granted a choice,
A plea to fly or to remain?
To know my real name,
I desired through aeons
Thence, must I stay in this web of fossils
The bed shared by the gones and the prevails
Where I shall no longer dream
Where I shall know nothing
Will it all be silent, then?
Or will the noise deafen me?
If the latter be,
The fright may devour my rest
What if the mighty speaks,
And I won’t be blessed?
Shall I ever not hear my name?
Or do I even own one?
Might the foresee be true, after all
Perhaps, “I AM NO ONE”.....
It's amazing to read the comments secction while listening to this music. The vibe and the connection are unspeakable. :,)
Love this type of music for studying, it is so calming and motivating in a deep, spiritual way. Hope everyone is doing well during finals month, you got this
“And with time years turned to decades,
Decades weaved together became centuries,
And with time the scars, the battles faded,
With time history turned into legends,
Warriors tales turned to myths
And the myths became beliefs,
The new folk told the myths and revered them,
And on these shores the gods were born from those fallen,
The warriors with time turned gods in the memories of men.
Gone but never forgotten on these shores
Where warriors were laid to rest and gods were born.
On these shores.”
Halloween baby here. Unsurprisingly, I am a huge fan of *good* skull/skeleton imagery, art, etc. *This* is beautiful. I love it! Great job!
This exact ambience gives me oddly great amount of peace… just eternal peace
I find myself in a wonderful sense of peaceful bliss while listening to this. Lord of the Rings, Rivendell vibes.
Dude that's crazy you say so, I'm reading "the fellowship of the Ring" and this song come on my thread while I'm in the midth of the Council of Elrond in Imladris 😮
Not only is the music mesmerizing, but this image is to die for! Holy cow....
Stunning. Just perfect.
And there are no dead gods, just those we don't pay attention to. You can choose to follow any god you like, any time you like. It has always been that way.
This masterpiece singlehandedly helped me pass applied calculus. Thank you!!!!!
Lets go!!! Congrats!
Beautiful I can only hope to enter dreamland and walk around listening to random lullaby tunes with the wind like this before I wake up.
this is the most soothing thing. definitely keeping it forever.
the misty grave of the forgotten,
storys stayed untold,
memorys and empathy rotten,
watch as they fall and fold.
As the moon covers the night with slivery irdescene, countless giants fall,
Their efforts not enough,
thier skeletons infected with death, unlike how they used to stand tall;
I feel like ive lost touch,
with the sands i stand upon,
i feel like im not there,
feelings and emotions are simply gone.
I wish i could go back,
to loves touch of warmth,
I feel like the artic snow,
i feel frozen over,
i cannot bring myself to go and put another foot forward.
(i decided to have a go at the poem thing)
Thank you Athena, not only have created such a deep and beautiful piece but you have attracted so many wonderous spirits to comment. Much reverent appreciation.
Darkness may close in
Faith weak
Hopelessness slices into our souls
But on we go
Never give up for this life is our one
The next adventure awaits so till then
Stay true, mighty and may thy blade of life be strong.
Amidst the swirling mists and the eternal chill of the deserted shore, Mara stood alone, her red cloak a stark contrast against the monochromic landscape. Before her lay the gargantuan skull of a creature long forgotten by time, its bones bleached and brittle, a silent sentinel of the sands. The air was heavy with the scent of salt and decay, a reminder of the impermanence of all things, even the titans of old. This was a place of endings, where the past whispered through the fog, carrying tales of fallen empires and vanquished leviathans.
As Mara approached the colossal skull, her footsteps soft on the wet sand, she felt the weight of history pressing upon her. Each bone was a chapter of a story too vast to comprehend, each hollow eye socket a gaze into the abyss of time. She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of the ancient skull, feeling the echoes of the beast's last roar as it succumbed to the inevitable embrace of death. This was not just a graveyard of bones; it was a crucible of life's fleeting triumphs and inevitable defeats, a testament to the courage to live even in the face of oblivion. With a final glance at the skeletal behemoth, Mara turned back, her spirit renewed by the solemn majesty of the remnants. She walked away, the red of her cloak fading into the mist, a fleeting yet vibrant spark in the vast, unyielding grey.
So beautiful
Wow, this is beautiful, and I love the artwork, too.
For me…. it feels so freeing & even reassuring….
I think, in life people unknowingly chain themselves too often to false gods; anything they worship or obsess over (money, power, work, alcohol, etc etc etc…) that takes them away from themselves, their purpose & any healthy balanced living. Distractions really, that if not respected & held in perspective steal from your body, mind & heart….
So yes, for me, this music has a softness & peacefulness that becomes a gentle reminder & release from any “false god” that can steal me away & hold me down in struggle & pain;
….returning me, instead, to my focus with my One & Great Higher Power…. God 💛
So yes… hear, hear to dead gods 😌
this is legit just anxiety soothing music
i put it on and never turned it off
hauntingly beautiful. gave me the ambience but does not make me lose focus. Love this for study voice!
I really enjoyed all the poems on here. ❤
There they lay ... Ready to be awake by the sweet sounds of the coursed music.... They have risen and they have fallen . ...carved into the stone they stay still but their power can still be felt.. Azazel and his knights will raise once more and eternity will be forever
That picture fantastic!!! And beautiful music!!! 🩶
Believe it or not, this gets me through my workouts. Very peaceful.
In realms where time's forgotten sighs,
Where echoes of lost prayers arise,
Lies the domain of gods long gone,
Their tales now whispered, hushed, withdrawn.
Their names engraved in ancient lore,
Yet in the silence, they are no more.
Forgotten altars gather dust,
Where once devout would kneel in trust.
Their temples crumble, worn by age,
Their power spent, lost to the page.
No hymns resound, no candles burn,
In crypts where once their essence churned.
Their dominion, now but a dream,
A faded echo in the stream
Of time that flows relentless on,
Long after their existence gone.
Yet in the whispers of the wind,
In shadows where the memories pinned,
Their essence lingers, faint and cold,
A tale of glory once untold.
For even in their silent grave,
Their legacy still dares to brave
The passage of each fleeting hour,
As fragments of their reign empower.
So let us ponder, as we trod,
The fate of gods who've met their sod.
For in their fall, we too may see
The fleeting nature of our decree.
Keep writing, is absolutely amazing❤
May the soothing vibes of this video uplift your spirits and brighten your day. Here's to finding moments of joy and healing.
I feel you near… I feel you far. I’m alone now, without my star. To guide me, to light my path… in the darkness now… i sit alone wondering, if you’ll ever come home. I can’t make a wish, I can’t reach, for my beautiful star that feel so far. Will I ever see you again near or far… or will I die alone with a sky empty of my Star…. Dedicated to CPG. I’ll never forget you, Zevezda moya…😔💖💫✨
As far back as i can remember all my life saw my mother suffer through different hardships of life. She was a kind hearted woman, always giving more than she used to receive. A firm believer of god, she used to think that god is watching over her and all this pain is are trials, and it all will mean something someday.. i didn't believe in god. But i had faith in her faith. She used to ask me "why don't you believe?" I told her "i believe in you". But in the end she got nothing from her life other than suffering till the end.. in a way her god abandoned her. I don't know if that's the reason i abandoned god...
Totally understand.
It's said God doesn't burden a soul beyond it can bear. For every hardship a believer faces God forgives the equal amount of sins. Perhaps that's how God loved her. Maybe you should do the same.
She got you from her life...
love you and your channel, this is my favorite composition
from Crimea, Sevastopol
"For those left behind, memory unforgotten, honors and values continue to be carried on"
I can get lost in this forever.. the image paints a beautiful story
Bedankt
Thank you!
Dazzeling binding rapturous wonder,
All parts of me have been blown out, asunder,
waxing and waning and moving and jesting,
reason unwinding and finding I’m blinding.
Empty your chords and empty the skies,
Empty this world birthed anew from your eyes.
Empty the reason that beckons the treason.
Empty the words that split forth the rise.
All of this worthy, I am whole, full of glory,
No tainted smith can poison this song,
For all things like this cannot be unsung.
Shattered and broken, undone, I am woken.
All things exist for this moment.
Everything will be Okay.
Everything is Okay.
Beautiful, simply beautiful 🩵
Thank you for sharing!
Carcosa walked solemnly along the beach, his long red cloak nearly grazing the water as it hit the shore. The air was heavy, and filled with the smell of rotting pomegranate. As he approached the massive former divine being, now reduced to a mere shell, he considered what may have brought down such an impossible creature.
He made his way towards the skull, and began reaching up, placing a foot at the base of its jaw. With some effort, he managed to pull himself to the crevice where a nose had presumably been. An orange light glows within.
Carcosa squeezed through a hole in the center, and crawled into the spot a brain once resided. He reached a hand out towards the light.
Excellent video my friend.
You are to be congratulated
I'd appreciate more vocals such as this. It is truly beautiful, perfect for contemplation!
Morning beautiful music bravo thinkis tschao DJ extraordinaire dank.
i want a movie with this aesthetic so bad
The voice of the singer is grand, majestic. and beautiful. Yet like the forgotten Gods, is faded into the background. Merely an echo of a powerful, shining performance that it once was
This is so incredible! Reminds me of Lord of the Rings (Rivendell) music. Deeply peaceful! 💜
What a gem is this! Beautiful music!
in nature, when a whale dies, and its carcass finally hits the seafloor, it becomes a whalefall, a teeming ecosystem full of new life that could only be brought about by the whale's death. a miracle of nature, so to speak. given this, when a god falls for the last time, never to rise again, its corpse must surely still leave behind something miraculous and beautiful, a true divine blessing, wonderous perhaps even beyond our imaginings, but only so long as we leave it to rest.
This voice is heavenly. Sounds like mother comfrontating her children!!❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅
The music transported me to another realm
Wspaniałe do czytania lub do pracy w biurze. Można się skupić, a zarazem słuchać. Piękny dysrketny wokal. Cudo.
Музыка заходит спасибо, приятно слышать 😊😊😊😊
Woah, what a gem!! So glad the algorithm recommended this to me. I could see myself listening to this in a variety of settings. It truly calmed my soul.
One of your best ones yet - Very well done!
The Old Gods have never left us and make themselves known to those they love and who are able to listen. The Olympians send their love to the virtuous.
Это так прекрасно, не передать словами.. слушаю со слезами на глазах❤🥺
In places like this, people share some kind of universal understanding of existence. Something that can’t be said or explained, only felt. I wish we could all simply live in that understanding with one another forever.
This takes me to the right state of mind and place
This meditation and the image are both hauntingly beautiful.
This music and background go hard af.
Thanks!
Thank you :)
There were giants on the earth in those days, and also after that, when the son’s of God came in unto the daughter’s of men, and bore children to them, mighty men of old men of renown.
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