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    My life turns into sand Immortality is my dream Man shall follow my command Sorcery shall conquer my fear Astral magic and runic wand I feel that wisdom's near Across the mountain's ice Scarlett at the equinox' dawn I sacrificed an innocent lamb And drunk the wine of paradise But, still run the sands of time Just one thing yet to be done As spell surround me At a lightmass' night He raised the abyss Covered by the sword I sold my soul in vein I feel it, as he returns The sands of time will never run For an immortal dead man
    Yield, I am the twilight Three, three days of darkness Love has turned to hatred Why have I been chosen? Chaos, let chaos reign Repent, in fear repent Chaos, let chaos reign Die, die as you pray Persecute the servants of god Slaves shall end as slaves Wading through dying creeks In gloom towards their graves Chaos, let chaos reign Repent, in fear repent Chaos, let chaos reign Die, die as you pray I rise above In light divine As you sow You shall reap Chaos, let chaos reign Repent, in fear repent Chaos, let chaos reign Die, die as you pray Lord god of Sebaoth Black are the heavens Mine is the face of enmity Blessed those who suffer Chaos, let chaos reign Repent, in fear repent Chaos, let chaos reign Die, die as you pray
    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,
    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
    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
    humanoid figure made out of chest nuts, standing confident, little superhero cape, image caption text "Chest Nut Man"
    black company, shadows linger, mercenaries in service of the lady, white rose reborn, path to the light, grim fantasy art, detailed, partially in shadow
    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
    (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
    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
    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
    Shatter the glass house Wherein spirits breathe out Halitosis of the soul From a recking abscess Plague of far righteousness All fates hang in the balance Mocking crucified dolls An inquisition outs When the Sun goes out our powers Will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel As they have for countless lustrum In dark Midian accustoned To burning effigies of our enemies well, partially covered in shadow, dramatic, cinematic, shadow
    This is a highly detailed, digital fantasy illustration by artist Alexei Tarashki, depicting a young woman with long, dark hair, adorned with black horns and red berries. She wears a red off-shoulder dress with black lace trim, standing in a dimly lit, narrow alleyway. Two grotesque, horned creatures lurk in the background, adding a sinister atmosphere. The background is slightly blurred, emphasizing the woman. The image uses natural lighting, with a warm, ambient glow from unseen sources. The composition employs rule of thirds, focusing on the woman's face and upper body.
    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
    humanoid figure made out of chestnuts and tooth picks and wool, standing confident, little superhero cape, image caption text "Chest Nut Man"
    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
    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,
    stunning photography, large male turtle alien with leathery skin, alien has small dark eyes, skin has a slight reddish tint, skull has a hard carapace on top like a bony helmet, tribal paint on skull, wearing bulky grey futuristic combat armor, science fiction
    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
    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
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