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    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
    stunning photography, alien humanoid creature, upright standing mole in a futuristic black and white pressure suit and boots, short chubby body, closed cone shaped black and white gas mask with black glass eye piece, sinister red eyes behind glass, speaker mouth piece, background is dark cavern, heavy machinery, dust, metal veins, neon lights from above
    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"
    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
    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
    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
    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
    stunning photography, lush african jungle, a relaxed chimpanzee looks at the viewer and offers his hand, his eyes focus on viewer, Title text: "Return to Monke"
    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.
    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
    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
    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
    A dark, haunting digital painting depicts a mysterious, hooded figure standing in a misty, ancient forest. The figure, draped in a ragged, dark cloak, appears ethereal and ominous, casting a shadowy silhouette against the dense, shadowy trees. The setting is dim, with a faint, eerie light filtering through the foliage, creating a mystical atmosphere. The scene is framed by a gothic archway, its stone columns and archway adding to the sense of antiquity and mystery. The ground is covered in moss and fallen leaves, enhancing the eerie, overgrown feel.
    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
    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.
    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.
    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.
    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
    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
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