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    Your heart is eternal
Like a bee in amber
The distant words in your gaze
Drops of blood in honey-stream
The memories of these days
And times
When moments became eternity
    The death-rimed peat and mould
Eat away the castles and flags
The marsh swallows up the treasures
Thus dawns the Age of Moss
The bridge falls to the ground
Eat away the castles and flags
The trestle crumble, roads overgrow
Thus dawns the Age of Moss
    I thought things would take off
But they cooled down
Your voice on the phone
I hear traffic behind
Violent rain
Outside looking out
Looking up
Fragments of sky
Looking to leave
Transmit and deceive
Kill off the fortune tellers
You say that woe is always on your mind
You drag me back in for a breath of comfort
No longer telling wrong from right
The ghostlike horizon of your eye
I hear things aren't well
Since you sold me out
I remember you clear
Your rituals of doubt
With city lights from 1988
Sprinkled like dust
On your window pane
You say that woe is always on your mind
You drag me back in for a breath of comfort
No longer telling wrong from right
The ghostlike horizon of your eye
Maelstrom
I'm drifting away
I'm staying under
You fall back to aged ideals
Controlled by thunder
Ruled by dishonour
Come feel
I am not real
Woe is always on your mind
You drag me back in for a breath of comfort
No longer telling wrong from right
The ghostlike horizon of your eye
Photography studio style
    Full shot of Carmilla, ultra detailed, hyper realistic, she is a gothic african japanese african girl, she wears a gothic leather black armour, beautiful, standing pose, dynamic shadows, dramatic lights, mist, Rembrandt oil painting style
    euro-asian Albino girl, albino hair, blue eyes,  naturally beautiful, studio natural makeup, white suit, studio photography style, white background,
    Your heart is eternal
Like a bee in amber
The distant words in your gaze
Drops of blood in honey-stream
The memories of these days
And times
When moments became eternity
    full shot of a real japanese albino, grunge armour, standing pose, oil painting Rembrandt style, black background, hard brush stroke style,
    nu-metal band, handsome members
    Full shot of Ukico, she is  euro-japanese french girl, albino, erotic light armour, iron armour, erotic expresion, hot, natural, honey eyes,  naturally beautiful, bun hairstyle, studio natural makeup, studio photography style, white background,
    I must Die
Through the Sky
And the Forest
Follow the Wind, go North my Child
to the purest of Winters
Go to the Forest that never Ends
There you'll find your fate
And to the North I rode, on the coldest of winds
I watched the Mountains where the frost begun
Where no Angels ever dare to tread
Where Death is all mine
At last I found the Throne of Bereavement
Grim and bleak raised to the Sky
The Velvet Thorns of Drynhwyl are mine
and so are death and sadness
See...
My final Sacrfice
In the trees you will hear my voice
ever calling ever falling
Ten Strings of Darkness on a Violin Sad
Flowing tunes on Autumn Funeral
Ashes spread in the Northern Storm
    An evocative dark fantasy photography. The central figure is a once-elegant forest african fairy, now corrupted by sinister forces. She has buterfly wings like attributes, a pale complexion, glowing blue eyes. Her once-lush attire is now tattered and overgrown with the transparency  that she once represented. The background is dark and foreboding, reflecting the fairy's lost beauty and anger. The overall atmosphere is cinematic and conceptual, immersing the viewer in a world of dark fantasy., cinematic, dark fantasy
    nu-metal band, handsome young members
    symmetrical Front view, close up shot of a female african warrior, extremely beautiful, white tribal war paint makeup, tribal corset, long thin braids over her breasts, neutral grey background, photography studio style
    close up shot of a black cat, white lace scarf, victorian suit, horror, creepy, scary, joel peter witkin style, black background
    We are gathered here tonight
His apostles in the moonlight
He's coming in
A foul saint coming marching in
Engineer of the colossal shade
This is us
Losing grip of the daylight
Letting go of the daylight
He is the voice of our demise
Spitting fire like a mountain
This is us
Let's drain the source
And trade it for the greater high
Just say the word
I'll give up my final piece of freedom
Collapse my mind
I'm ready for the crowning blow
Come what may
I'm ready to enjoy the treason
Satellite star
My future watching me
Transmitting scars
My future watching me
We are gathered here tonight
His apostles in the moonlight
He's coming in
A foul saint coming marching in
Engineer of the colossal shade
This is us
Losing grip of the daylight
Letting go of the daylight
Let's drain the source
And trade it for the greater high
Just say the word
I'll give up my final piece of freedom
Collapse my mind
I'm ready for the crowning blow
Come what may
I'm ready to enjoy the treason
Photography studio style
    Beautiful female demon, oriental damask ornaments, in the style of restrained palette, distressed materials, realistic color schemes, hieratic visionary, figura serpentinata, nicola samori, bold yet graceful , alexander McQueen fashion costume style, oil painting style
    medium shot, jail shot of the Joker, he holds a paper with the text: maintenance mode
    An over-the-shoulder shot focusing on her face, with the red hood partially obscuring her features, adding a sense of mystery and intrigue.
Photorealistic medium shot of a mysterious blonde girl in a dark red, snow-dusted cloak, her pale skin and pink lips standing out against the cold, wintry background, with her eyes reflecting the soft light of the snow-covered landscape
Intricate embroidery on the cloak, with subtle glimmers of silver thread catching the light, enhancing the luxurious texture.A faint, mystical fog rolling in from the background, partially obscuring the scene and adding a sense of mystery.Intricately designed metallic accents on her clothing, reflecting the light subtly and adding a regal, sophisticated touch.
The woman extends one hand outwards, palm up as if catching snowflakes, her eyes gently following the falling snow, with a soft smile on her lips.
cinematic lighting, extremely intricate detail character, accurate depiction of character, correct body anatomy, correct hands and fingers, extremely intricate skin and facial skin texture detail, lifelike portrayal, extremely realistic lighting, extreme dynamic pose. Extremely sharp detail without blurring
    close up shot of a black crow, white lace scarf, victorian suit, horror, creepy, scary, joel peter witkin style, black background
    nu-metal band
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