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    After the battle is over
And the sands drunken the blood
All what there remains
Is the bitterness of delusion
The immortality of the gods
Sits at their side
As they leave the walls behind
To reach the jewels gleam
The days have come
When the steel will rule
And upon his head
A crown of gold
Your hand wields the might
The tyrant's the precursor
You carry the will
As the morning is near
I sing the ballads
Of victory and defeat
I hear the tales
Of frozen mystery
The new kingdoms rise
By the circle of the tyrants
In the land of darkness
The warrior, that was me
Grotesque glory
None will ever see them fall
And hunts and war
Are like everlasting shadows
Where the winds cannot reach
The tyrant's might was born
And often I look back
With tears in my eyes
Grotesque glory
None will ever see them fall
And hunts and wars
Are like everlasting shadows
    (lunar eclipse:1.3), large red moon in the sky, at night, bleak landscape, determined girl pointing at monster, eldritch winged creatures with tentacles and sharp teeth in the background, cosmic horror, uhd 8k hyper-realistic intricate detail
    70s style sci-fi , his steely skin is covered by centuries of dust, once he was a great one, now he is dull and rust, an oily tear he is crying, can you feel the pain of the sad sad robot, partially covered in shadow, dramatic, cinematic, shadow
    This is a detailed digital painting in a dark fantasy style, depicting a lone hooded figure in a tattered cloak facing three menacing, horned beasts with glowing eyes, set against a full moonlit sky. The figure wields a staff, leading lines guide the viewer's eye. The background is blurred, emphasizing the central figure and creatures. The scene uses natural lighting from the moon, creating a spooky, eerie atmosphere. The composition follows the rule of thirds.
    After the battle is over
And the sands drunken the blood
All what there remains
Is the bitterness of delusion
The immortality of the gods
Sits at their side
As they leave the walls behind
To reach the jewels gleam
The days have come
When the steel will rule
And upon his head
A crown of gold
Your hand wields the might
The tyrant's the precursor
You carry the will
As the morning is near
I sing the ballads
Of victory and defeat
I hear the tales
Of frozen mystery
The new kingdoms rise
By the circle of the tyrants
In the land of darkness
The warrior, that was me
Grotesque glory
None will ever see them fall
And hunts and war
Are like everlasting shadows
Where the winds cannot reach
The tyrant's might was born
And often I look back
With tears in my eyes
Grotesque glory
None will ever see them fall
And hunts and wars
Are like everlasting shadows
    title text: "Cursed Cooking Contest", creepy text font, test like acid running down the screen, multiple cooks with ladle and spoon, cooks are deformed and angry,  cursed cooking contest, mutations and eldritch corruption, Cthulhu transformations, cooking pots and pans,  bubbling black mass, eerie , creepy, lovecraft monsters with large tentacles in the background, tentacles rule the world,
    See the portal, gate to madness
Locked forever in a veil of shame
Deny extraction - Thirst for disgrace
Watch his break - The emperor's killed
Light of the day - Shadows from beyond
Scaffold of steel - The throne has gone
Dethroned emperor
The foot of the stairs, dimension in might
The king sits, his eyes are glass
Growing of the small - The laughter's fall
Can you deny - Remaining cries?
Descent of the lords - Into the trap
Existence and hate - Unseen gate
    See the portal, gate to madness
Locked forever in a veil of shame
Deny extraction - Thirst for disgrace
Watch his break - The emperor's killed
Light of the day - Shadows from beyond
Scaffold of steel - The throne has gone
Dethroned emperor
The foot of the stairs, dimension in might
The king sits, his eyes are glass
Growing of the small - The laughter's fall
Can you deny - Remaining cries?
Descent of the lords - Into the trap
Existence and hate - Unseen gate
    By burial this night
Nitocrys weaves the spell
Down the vault's misty light
The lurking Sphinx dwells
Agony and nightmare
To Yog sothoth they noan
Nightfalls, morbid affair
Beard the faceless one
In the nuclear domain
Arcades lost in eternal skries
Written by the insane
Nitocrys orders must
Agony and nightmare
To Yog sothoth they noan
Nightfalls, morbid affair
Beard the faceless one
Mummy's rebirth by wrath
Below the temple of nile
Vanished in Osiris' path
Above us reigns the Necrophile
Agony and nightmare
To Yog sothoth they noan
Nightfalls, morbid affair
Beard the faceless one
Morbid Tales
    Your eyes that once
Have gazed the waves
Have long been closed
Become enslaved
Within these walls
You lastly climbed
With fear engraved
The walls of time
This is the ground
You walked upon
The soil beneath
Your world long gone
In tortured flesh
Your name is called
Inseminate the bornless one
Invisible Gods on planes apart
I thee invoke
Oh western star
    This digital fantasy artwork by depicts a dark, gothic cathedral interior with crumbling stone floors. A hooded figure in the center is floating mid-air, illuminated by eerie, flickering torches. Below, several robed figures kneel beside glowing embers. The background, in soft focus, features ornate arches and statues. The composition uses leading lines and symmetry, with a dark, moody color palette dominated by greens and grays.
    By burial this night
Nitocrys weaves the spell
Down the vault's misty light
The lurking Sphinx dwells
Agony and nightmare
To Yog sothoth they noan
Nightfalls, morbid affair
Beard the faceless one
In the nuclear domain
Arcades lost in eternal skries
Written by the insane
Nitocrys orders must
Agony and nightmare
To Yog sothoth they noan
Nightfalls, morbid affair
Beard the faceless one
Mummy's rebirth by wrath
Below the temple of nile
Vanished in Osiris' path
Above us reigns the Necrophile
Agony and nightmare
To Yog sothoth they noan
Nightfalls, morbid affair
Beard the faceless one
Morbid Tales
    Obscurity hides the plateau
Stars darkened at their place
Nanna's glowing above
Illuminates the silent scenery
Seven they are-Yeziti's Call
Aeon of night-Eager to prevail
From the mountains of dawn they cry
The call of the frantic god
From the womb of mother earth they scream
The wage of creation and sin
Seven they are-Yeziti's Call
Aeon of night-Eager to prevail
"The sleeping lord awakes
Tiamat pulls on her chains
The blind phantom rages
Azag-Thoth Howls
Vibrations at the black ethers edge
As nocturnal fear penetrates the land
Ecstatical celebrations at their zenith
The seven sharpen their claws"
Winds emerge from the east
Deep dark water moves
Even the cold moon eclipses
When they adore the dog-faced-beast
Seven they are-Yeziti's Call
Aeon of night-Eager to prevail
As they admit the infernal tide
The eye on the throne derides
The old gods and their tribes
In chaos Tiamat laughs pride.
Seven they are-Yeziti's Call
Aeon of night-Eager to prevail
    stunning photography,  partially in shadow, beautiful female alien with blue skin, she has striking red colored eyes, her skin has a slight metallic sheen, strange runes carved into her skin, runes are glowing ember, instead of hair she has short blue and purple tentacles swept back over her head
    man holding his head in agony, man stands before wall, silent scream,eerie , haunted by demons, grinning monsters with long fangs emerging from a wall behind the man
    a cat walking on a roof, high above the city, futuristic skyscrapers in background, cyberpunk, neon, cybernetic enhancements
    stunning photography,  large male alien with reddish leathery skin, alien has small dark eyes,  skull has a hard carapace on top like a helmet, hulking physique, face like a turtle, mixture of turtle and lizard features, tribal paint on skull, wearing bulky futuristic combat armor, science fiction
    title text: "Cursed Cooking Contest", creepy text font, test like acid running down the screen, multiple cooks with ladle and spoon, cooks are deformed and angry,  cursed cooking contest, mutations and eldritch corruption, Cthulhu transformations, cooking pots and pans,  bubbling black mass, eerie , creepy, lovecraft monsters with large tentacles in the background, tentacles rule the world,
    antique faded photo of a woman playing with a large tarantula, tarantula has eight legs, woman is dressed in victorian style dress, woman has creepy smile and soulless eyes
    In this dark, atmospheric photograph, a small, furry, human-like creature with large ears and a sad expression runs down a dimly lit, debris-strewn hallway. The walls are painted green with white trim, and the floor is littered with broken glass and rubble. The hallway is long and narrow, leading to a closed door at the end. The lighting is harsh and industrial, casting stark shadows.
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