Monasterium Imperi - Chants of Liberation

I find it very difficult to listen to most music I talk about here while I work. I am way too involved in paying atrention to the music to get any actual writing done. Enter Cryo Chamber Records. Essentially a collection of the best in dark ambient music, they are where I turn for help actually concentrating and getting work done.

I think of them as my "lo-fi beats for studying" alternative. They have a YouTube channel full of work-day length mixes in a variety of sub-genres of dark ambient music, and through them I have discovered a whole world of interesting soundscapes, that help me turn my office into a creepy tower in the fog.

Which brings us to these Serbian weirdos.

"Chants of Liberation" is a set of three gothic litanies to liberate the spirit of Man from the temptation of sin and a crooked path of Heresy. The robed priests from the upper sky-dome of the grand Cathedral are uttering the chants of Salvation to cleanse the ones who stray. The metallic saints descend from grey heavens in their return from the conquest across the stars; thier sacred swords and armor blessed by the clerics, ready for the cosmic purging of Sin. The dim light of the candles held by the Ecclesiarch is reflecting upon the Inquistiorial garments through the holy smoke.

This album is partially and indirectly inspired by the fascinating Warhammer 30k/40k universe and lore, especially the mythos of the Imperial Inquistion and their philosophy of Heresy. It may as well serve as a soundtrack when reading the literature/playing the game/praying to the Emperor or pondering about the Grimdark future

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