Witch Bolt - Bellow (Dungeon Synth, Dungeon Ambient)

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This feels like an adventure/puzzle game in a world where you don't know what happened but you can see the remnants of an old society fallen to ruin, with nature having retaken the land.

Castles should never be abandoned. Other kingdoms will take over, and rule from their thrones. Not kingdoms of steel, nor of valor or malice. Kingdoms of fungi. Of flora. Fauna. The life which once bustled a castle with feast and harvest, life in clattering pans and torch-lit corridors...changes. It changes into a life of a different sort, but no less engaging. Those who learn to listen may find that the gentle music of such life will make time slip away like water from a sieve. The affairs of men and those who walk upon this earth will lose their savor in comparison to such effusive music. The tale is told of a man who contemplated the beams of light reflecting from one dewdrop dangling from a toadstool for years upon years, and when he left those environs, found his village faded away. Not to pillage nor plague. Not to the voracious appetite of fire. No. The place of his birth had been carried away by the inexorable currents of time. In these places of long-abandon, these benevolent stewards of the dark and decaying, the sunlit and forgotten, will gather in all into their domain, rejecting none, for their domain is of all that live. That said, I revise my counsel. Know well that which you will leave behind in the contemplation of such places, that you will love more the loss.

My cat came over and sat next to my phone while I had this on. I also like it.

i can picture myself adventuring in a dimly lit dungeon laden with trees and grasses and vines with entities of different sorts... i love it when my brain does this sort of thing

This song is going to my DnD story. There's no if, no buts, it's going to be there at every session at least twice.

I have found this while lost wandering across scrolls and scriptures not from my land, ever wandering the sea of Everflowing Knowledge. I came for I heard a shallow bellow, a mixture of home and somewhere else. I listened, for I pondered what it means to step back or trod on forward. I will stay here once more in the future, for the journey is cyclical, and my raft will sway ever more.

Its stuff like this that makes me realize the impact 80's fantasy had on me.

Today is a good day :) A day with beautiful music and emotions to experience Always a good day in my book

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This music somehow brings me back to my childhood and all the imagination my small mind would conjure and I love it. ☺

you often f8ind very good wall paper and crappy music, or good music with bad picture.. very rarely you find a perfect match. Im glad i found you :)

Haven't had felt the atmosphere of original dungeon synth like this in forever 🔥

Yup this is what I needed tonight. Sometimes the overwhelming volume of dungeon synth is infuriating. Sometimes inspiring. Grateful to land on this offering 🙌

What a spectacular find. Thank you, algorithm 🙏.

Youtube: Thank you for recognizing this is what I want. Witch Bolt: Banger album, thank you for making this. I hope good things come your way.

Hey Witch Bolt. Thanks for making music. The vibe is right along with Disasterpeace's work and I love it.

The party walks into one of the many caves in the forbidden mountain. Often they were warned not to go there, but they had little choice in the matter. Their quest demanded they went. Upon entering the cavern, it was evidence there was conflict here. Skeletal remains of human and non-human alike. Fungi growing from the rot that came from the flesh and gore of these beings. Further they went, the mage noticed the mana lingering in the air grew more noticeable, sparkles making the air glitter. Whispers of the past audible. They found their mark, a promising pile of crystals, empty of any sort of mana that once charged these materials. Skeletons surrounded the them, forming a circle of scattered human remains. The knight theorised this was a ritual circle to power these empty crystals. The cleric theorised they were planning to use the crystals for profit. The mage theorised the crystals were going to be used to make stronger rituals. The answers was right in front of them. The crystal pile began to rise and take form.

The coolest elf mages find joy even in the darkest dungeons.