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    As above, so below
All things come from the one
Now you are the victim
Carried by the wind, rooted in the ground
If you want to learn the secrets
Close your eyes
The ladder falls away
At the gates of Urizen
Fallen eagles blaze
At the gates of Urizen
Eternal twins are damned
At the gates of Urizen
Separate lives begin
In every woman is a man
From the moon come silver ghosts
Spectres of the blood
From my spirit comes the darkness
From the void, the crimson fortress rises
At the gates of Urizen
The ladder falls away
At the gates of Urizen
Fallen eagles blaze
At the gates of Urizen
Eternal twins are damned
At the gates of Urizen
Separate lives begin
At the gates of Urizen
The ladder falls away
At the gates of Urizen
Fallen eagles blaze
At the gates of Urizen
Eternal twins are damned
At the gates of Urizen
Separate lives begin
At the gates of Urizen
The gates of Urizen
The gates of Urizen
At the gates...
    Colonel Sanders giant chicken fight
    The burning sweat of poison tears
The river flowing red with blood
The cradle-robbing hand of death
Caresses every dreaming head
Waiting for the marriage hearse
To take you to the funeral pyre
So you burn the family tree
The generations burning higher
Stand inside the temple
As the book of Thel is opening
The priestess stands before you
Offering her hand out, rising
Come the dawning of the dead
In famine and in war
Now the harlot womb of death
Spits out its rotten core
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
And when sleep takes you tonight
Will you wake to see the light?
Come the dawning of the dead
Come the dawning of the dead
Come the dawning of the dead
Come the dawning of the dead
What demon hath formed this abominable void
This soul-shuddering vacuum?
Some said it is Urizen
But unknown, abstracted, brooding secret
The dark power hid
    An epic movie style still of Jesus Christ and Santa Clause engaged in an epic duel to the death. The battle has waged on for hours, both fighter exhausted begin their final assault. Blood and carnage everywhere, the city lies in ruin
    A kids book titled "Don't run I have candy!" Great  Cover picture of book is Cthulhu coming out of the ocean with giant lollipops in hand. A beach full of terrified children run screaming away from Cthulhu.
    Mr Rogers, wearing a red sweater, slacks, loafers, attacking a large city, crushing buildings throwing cars, electric breath. Being attacked by tanks and fighter jets
    Colonel Sanders giant chicken fight
    A hundred confused monkeys standing a round a large broken computer wearing shirts and hats that say "Civitai Maintenance"
    Movie poster, image of an old man standing on his front lawn getting hit in groin by American football Title "Man Getting Hit by Football"
    Darth Vader and Batman ballroom dancing together
    An epic move still, highly detailed, Giant Mickey Mouse destroying the city, breathing fire, crushing cars, eating people, gleeful, happy, evil, pure evil
    The burning sweat of poison tears
The river flowing red with blood
The cradle-robbing hand of death
Caresses every dreaming head
Waiting for the marriage hearse
To take you to the funeral pyre
So you burn the family tree
The generations burning higher
Stand inside the temple
As the book of Thel is opening
The priestess stands before you
Offering her hand out, rising
Come the dawning of the dead
In famine and in war
Now the harlot womb of death
Spits out its rotten core
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
And when sleep takes you tonight
Will you wake to see the light?
Come the dawning of the dead
Come the dawning of the dead
Come the dawning of the dead
Come the dawning of the dead
What demon hath formed this abominable void
This soul-shuddering vacuum?
Some said it is Urizen
But unknown, abstracted, brooding secret
The dark power hid
    An epic movie style still of Jesus Christ and Santa Clause engaged in an epic duel to the death. The battle has waged on for hours, both fighter exhausted begin their final assault. Blood and carnage everywhere, the city lies in ruin
    n1ghtm@r3, strange city in the distance, light rays, cape, landscape, fog, red theme, monster silhouette in background, flying beasts. stormy weather
    Colonel Sanders giant chicken fight
    The burning sweat of poison tears
The river flowing red with blood
The cradle-robbing hand of death
Caresses every dreaming head
Waiting for the marriage hearse
To take you to the funeral pyre
So you burn the family tree
The generations burning higher
Stand inside the temple
As the book of Thel is opening
The priestess stands before you
Offering her hand out, rising
Come the dawning of the dead
In famine and in war
Now the harlot womb of death
Spits out its rotten core
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
And when sleep takes you tonight
Will you wake to see the light?
Come the dawning of the dead
Come the dawning of the dead
Come the dawning of the dead
Come the dawning of the dead
What demon hath formed this abominable void
This soul-shuddering vacuum?
Some said it is Urizen
But unknown, abstracted, brooding secret
The dark power hid
    We're a ship without a storm
Cold without the warm
Light inside the darkness lit at peace
We're a laugh without a tear
Hope without the fear
We are coming home
We're off to the witch 
We may never never never come home
But the magic that we'll feel is worth a lifetime
We're all born upon the cross 
We're the throw before the toss
You can release yourself but the only way is down
We don't come alone
We are fire we are stone
We're the hand that writes and quickly moves away 
We'll know for the first time
If we're evil or divine
We're the last in line, yeah
We're the last in line
Two eyes from the east 
It's the angel of the beast
And the answer lies between all good and bad
We search for the truth 
We could die upon the tooth
But the thrill of just the chase is worth the pain 
We'll know for the first time
If we're evil or divine
We're the last in line yeah
We're the last in line oh
Yeah 
We're off to the witch 
We may never never never come home
But the magic that we'll feel is worth a lifetime
We're all born upon the cross 
You know, we're the throw before the toss
You can release yourself but the only way is down
We'll know for the first time
If we're evil or divine
We're the last in line oh
We're the last in line 
See how we shine
We're the last in
We're the last in line
We're a ship without a storm
We're cold inside the warm
We're the last without a tear
We're the throw without the meal
We're the last in line
See how we shine
We're the last in line
    n1ghtm@r3, strange city in the distance, light rays, cape, landscape, fog, red theme, monster silhouette in background, flying beasts. stormy weather
    We're a ship without a storm
Cold without the warm
Light inside the darkness lit at peace
We're a laugh without a tear
Hope without the fear
We are coming home
We're off to the witch 
We may never never never come home
But the magic that we'll feel is worth a lifetime
We're all born upon the cross 
We're the throw before the toss
You can release yourself but the only way is down
We don't come alone
We are fire we are stone
We're the hand that writes and quickly moves away 
We'll know for the first time
If we're evil or divine
We're the last in line, yeah
We're the last in line
Two eyes from the east 
It's the angel of the beast
And the answer lies between all good and bad
We search for the truth 
We could die upon the tooth
But the thrill of just the chase is worth the pain 
We'll know for the first time
If we're evil or divine
We're the last in line yeah
We're the last in line oh
Yeah 
We're off to the witch 
We may never never never come home
But the magic that we'll feel is worth a lifetime
We're all born upon the cross 
You know, we're the throw before the toss
You can release yourself but the only way is down
We'll know for the first time
If we're evil or divine
We're the last in line oh
We're the last in line 
See how we shine
We're the last in
We're the last in line
We're a ship without a storm
We're cold inside the warm
We're the last without a tear
We're the throw without the meal
We're the last in line
See how we shine
We're the last in line
    Mr Rogers, wearing a red sweater, slacks, loafers, attacking a large city, crushing buildings throwing cars, electric breath. Being attacked by tanks and fighter jets
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