null see Death in

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(masterpiece, best quality, ultra photorealistic, 8K, cinematic lighting, shallow depth of field), bokeh, 
A young woman walking gracefully on lone desert road stretching through Death Valley. Golden hour, sunset, rim lighting, light rays, light particles,  road sign on side of road reads “NEXT BUZZ 100 MILES”:0.8,
thin white summer dress,  see through dress, gently blowing in the soft breeze. Her long blonde hair moves naturally with the wind, catching the warm sunlight, 
(realistic skin:1.3), yellow lens sunglasses, large full round breasts, no bra, round ass, wide hips, long toned legs, She wears a short flowing summer dress, cleavage, high leg slits,
    postcard of a post apocalyptic Earth, burnt forest and crumbling modern city ruins in the background, sky is grey and menacing, the ground is made of a powdery black ash, this nightmare view of desolation contrasts with the colorful scene in the foreground, front and center a small patch a yellow sand with a fake plastic palm tree, in the middle of this artificial beach we can see Death in its black smokey robe laid down on a bright blue long chair, the Scythe is planted into the sand by its side, the robe covers the whole body legs and feet ending in a misty magical smoke. This is the postcard from Death's vacation after the end of the wold. Text reads at the bottom of the card "Earth pop 0"
    postcard of a post apocalyptic Earth, burnt forest and crumbling modern city ruins in the background, sky is grey and menacing, the ground is made of a powdery black ash, this nightmare view of desolation contrasts with the colorful scene in the foreground, front and center a small patch a yellow sand with a fake plastic palm tree, in the middle of this artificial beach we can see Death in its black smokey robe laid down on a bright blue long chair, the Scythe is planted into the sand by its side, the robe covers the whole body legs and feet ending in a misty magical smoke. This is the postcard from Death's vacation after the end of the wold. Text reads at the bottom of the card "Earth pop 0"
    ource_8_up, source_7_up, masterpiece, ultra_res, high_res, The Destroyer, a tall, skinny figure with pitch-black skin and an unnerving square-shaped head, jaw hanging down to the floor, teeth jagged and exposed like it’s been starving for centuries. Smoky eyes, swirling with a void that sucks in light, 360-degree vision—this freak doesn’t miss a damn thing. As night falls, its power grows, feeding on the darkness, growing stronger with every hour. If you even dare to look away for a split second, you’ll die a gruesome, torturous death—your body will twist, tear, and break apart, like some nightmare made flesh. Its form is like a shadow, with long, twisted limbs that contort unnaturally. It holds the Void Reaper, a jagged scythe with a dark, ethereal blade, wrapped in smoky tendrils that seem to pull the soul right out of you. The background is a void-like wasteland, suffocating in darkness, the air thick with fear and inevitability. There’s no escape from The Destroyer. It’s the last thing you’ll ever see
    End of passion play, crumbling away
I'm your source of self-destruction
Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear
Leading on your deaths construction
Taste me you will see
more is all you need
you're dedicated to
how I'm killing you
Come crawling faster
obey your Master
your life burns faster
obey your Master
Master
Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings
twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Needlework the way, never you betray
life of death becoming clearer
Pain monopoly, ritual misery
chop your breakfast on a mirror
Taste me you will see
more is all you need
you're dedicated to
how I'm killing you
Come crawling faster
obey your Master
your life burns faster
obey your Master
Master
Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings
twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master, Master, Where's the dreams that I've been after?
Master, Master, You promised only lies
Laughter, Laughter, All I hear or see is laughter
Laughter, Laughter, laughing at my cries
Hell is worth all that, natural habitat
just a rhyme without a reason
Neverending maze, drift on numbered days
now your life is out of season
I will occupy
I will help you die
I will run through you
Now I rule you too
    <lora:retrofilm_V02:1> analog film photo ,faded film, desaturated, 35mm photo, leica M6 camera, grainy, vignette, vintage, Kodachrome, Lomography, stained, highly detailed, film border, thin photo border, vintage photograph, 1960s vintage photo, 
(masterpiece, best quality, ultra photorealistic, 8K, cinematic lighting, shallow depth of field), bokeh, 
A young woman walking gracefully on lone desert road stretching through Death Valley. Golden hour, sunset, rim lighting, light rays, light particles,  road sign on side of road reads “NEXT BUZZ 100 MILES”:0.8,
thin white summer dress,  see through dress, gently blowing in the soft breeze. Her long blonde hair moves naturally with the wind, catching the warm sunlight, 
(realistic skin:1.3), yellow lens sunglasses, large full round breasts, no bra, round ass, wide hips, long toned legs, She wears a short flowing summer dress, cleavage, high leg slits,
    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
    Existing on damnation's edge
The priest had never known
To witness such a violent show
Of power overthrown
Angels fighting aimlessly
Still dying by the sword
Our legions killing all in sight
To get the one called Lord
The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see
There's no price to pay just follow me
I can take your lost soul from the grave
Jesus knows your soul cannot be saved
Crucify your so-called Lord
He soon shall fall to me
Your souls are damned your God has fell
To slave for me eternally
Hell awaits...
The Reaper guards the darkened Gates
That Satan calls his home
The demons feed the furnace where
The dead are free to roam
Lonely children of the night
There's seven ways to go
Each leading to the burning hole
That Lucifer controls
Priests of Hades seek the sacred star
Satan sees the answer lies not far
Zombies screaming souls cry out to you
Satanic law prevails your life is through
Pray to the moon... when it is round
Death with you shall then abound
For what you seek... for can't be found
In sea or sky or underground
Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp
The seven bloody Gates of Hell
Is where you'll live your last
Warriors from Hell's domain
Will bring you to your death
The flames of Hades burning strong
Your soul shall never rest
Hell awaits...
    <lora:retrofilm_V02:1> analog film photo ,faded film, desaturated, 35mm photo, Hasselblad  camera, grainy, vignette, vintage, Kodachrome, Lomography, stained, highly detailed, film border, thin photo border, vintage photograph, 1960s vintage photo, 
(masterpiece, best quality, ultra photorealistic, 8K, cinematic lighting, shallow depth of field), bokeh, 
A young woman walking gracefully on lone desert road stretching through Death Valley. Golden hour, sunset, rim lighting, light rays, light particles,  road sign on side of road reads “NEXT BUZZ 42 MILES”:0.9,
thin white summer dress,  see through dress, gently blowing in the soft breeze. Her long blonde hair moves naturally with the wind, catching the warm sunlight, 
(realistic skin:1.3), yellow lens sunglasses:0.5, large full round breasts, no bra, wide hips, long toned legs, She wears a short flowing summer dress, high leg slits,
    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
    <lora:retrofilm_V02:1> analog film photo ,faded film, desaturated, 35mm photo, Hasselblad  camera, grainy, vignette, vintage, Kodachrome, Lomography, stained, highly detailed, film border, thin photo border, vintage photograph, 1960s vintage photo, 
(masterpiece, best quality, ultra photorealistic, 8K, cinematic lighting, shallow depth of field), bokeh, 
A young woman walking gracefully on lone desert road stretching through Death Valley. Golden hour, sunset, rim lighting, light rays, light particles,  road sign on side of road reads “NEXT BUZZ 42 MILES”:0.9,
thin white summer dress,  see through dress, gently blowing in the soft breeze. Her long blonde hair moves naturally with the wind, catching the warm sunlight, 
(realistic skin:1.3), yellow lens sunglasses:0.5, large full round breasts, no bra, wide hips, long toned legs, She wears a short flowing summer dress, high leg slits,
    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
    End of passion play, crumbling away
I'm your source of self-destruction
Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear
Leading on your deaths construction
Taste me you will see
more is all you need
you're dedicated to
how I'm killing you
Come crawling faster
obey your Master
your life burns faster
obey your Master
Master
Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings
twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Needlework the way, never you betray
life of death becoming clearer
Pain monopoly, ritual misery
chop your breakfast on a mirror
Taste me you will see
more is all you need
you're dedicated to
how I'm killing you
Come crawling faster
obey your Master
your life burns faster
obey your Master
Master
Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings
twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master, Master, Where's the dreams that I've been after?
Master, Master, You promised only lies
Laughter, Laughter, All I hear or see is laughter
Laughter, Laughter, laughing at my cries
Hell is worth all that, natural habitat
just a rhyme without a reason
Neverending maze, drift on numbered days
now your life is out of season
I will occupy
I will help you die
I will run through you
Now I rule you too
    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
    Existing on damnation's edge
The priest had never known
To witness such a violent show
Of power overthrown
Angels fighting aimlessly
Still dying by the sword
Our legions killing all in sight
To get the one called Lord
The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see
There's no price to pay just follow me
I can take your lost soul from the grave
Jesus knows your soul cannot be saved
Crucify your so-called Lord
He soon shall fall to me
Your souls are damned your God has fell
To slave for me eternally
Hell awaits...
The Reaper guards the darkened Gates
That Satan calls his home
The demons feed the furnace where
The dead are free to roam
Lonely children of the night
There's seven ways to go
Each leading to the burning hole
That Lucifer controls
Priests of Hades seek the sacred star
Satan sees the answer lies not far
Zombies screaming souls cry out to you
Satanic law prevails your life is through
Pray to the moon... when it is round
Death with you shall then abound
For what you seek... for can't be found
In sea or sky or underground
Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp
The seven bloody Gates of Hell
Is where you'll live your last
Warriors from Hell's domain
Will bring you to your death
The flames of Hades burning strong
Your soul shall never rest
Hell awaits...
    Lo, there do I see my father.
Lo, there do I see my mother, my brothers, and my sisters.
Lo, there do I see the line of my people back to the begining.
Lo, they do call to me.
They bid me take my place among them in the halls of Valhalla,
Where the brave may live forever after a glorious death.”
    Snuffed tapers sighed
As Death left impressing
His crest of cold tears on the Countess
Benighted like ill-fated Usher
The House of Bathory shrouded
'Neath grief's dark facade
If only I could have wept
In mourning by Her side
I would have clasped Her so tight
Like storm-beached Aphrodite
Drowned on Kytherean tides
And Kissed Her
For from Her alone
My lips would have known
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Where pleasures took flesh
And pain, remorseless
Came freezing the breath
Of raucous life hushed unto whispers
Benighted
Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept
Through the crypt of Her Lord who so lucidly slept
Benighted
Exhaling the wail of black widowhood's toll
Waxing eternal night entered Her soul
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Now haranguing grey skies
With revenge upon life
Gnathic and Sapphic
Needs begged gendercide
Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt
Of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults
Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered cult
    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
    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
    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
    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
    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
    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
    postcard of a post apocalyptic Earth, burnt forest and crumbling modern city ruins in the background, sky is grey and menacing, this nightmare view of desolation contrasts with the colorful scene in the foreground, front and center a patch a yellow sand with a fake plastic palm tree, in the middle of the sand we can see Death in its black smokey robe laid down on a bright blue long chair, the Scythe is planted into the sand by its side, This is the postcard from Death's vacation after the end of the wold. Text reads at the bottom of the card "Earth pop 0"
    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
    In this captivating splash art painting for an epic fantasy scene, the focal point is a massive, weathered skull embedded within the heart of a mountain. The skull's eye sockets are dark and sinister, while there is a river going through its gaping mouth. There is a hole in the skull where we can see a waterfall, the starting point of the river. Along the river there are death trees with moss and blue glowing mushrooms. The sky features a gradient from darker tones at the, vibrant, medieval fantasy, conceptual art, illustration, poster, cinematic
    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
    <lora:retrofilm_V02:1> analog film photo ,faded film, desaturated, 35mm photo, Hasselblad 501 camera, grainy, vignette, vintage color film, Lomography, stained, highly detailed, film border, thin photo border, vintage photograph, 1960s vintage photo, 
(masterpiece, best quality, ultra photorealistic, 8K, cinematic lighting, shallow depth of field), bokeh, 
A young woman on lone desert road stretching through Death Valley. she is is sitting on an old vintage suitcase on the side of the road holding a cardboard sign with writing that says “BUZZ OR BUST”:0.8, Golden hour, sunset, rim lighting, light rays, light particles,  large road sign with white lettering on green background says  “BUZZ 42 MILES”:1.9,
thin white summer dress:0.7,  see through dress, gently blowing in the soft breeze. Her long blonde hair moves naturally with the wind, catching the warm sunlight, 
(realistic skin:1.3), yellow lens sunglasses:0.5, large full round breasts, no bra, wide hips, long toned legs, She wears a short flowing summer dress, high leg slits,
    In this captivating splash art painting for an epic fantasy scene, the focal point is a massive, weathered skull embedded within the heart of a mountain. The skull's eye sockets are dark and sinister, while there is a river going through its gaping mouth. There is a hole in the skull where we can see a waterfall, the starting point of the river. Along the river there are death trees with moss and blue glowing mushrooms. The sky features a gradient from darker tones at the, vibrant, medieval fantasy, conceptual art, illustration, poster, cinematic
    In this captivating splash art painting for an epic fantasy scene, the focal point is a massive, weathered skull embedded within the heart of a mountain. The skull's eye sockets are dark and sinister, while there is a river going through its gaping mouth. There is a hole in the skull where we can see a waterfall, the starting point of the river. Along the river there are death trees with moss and blue glowing mushrooms. The sky features a gradient from darker tones at the, vibrant, medieval fantasy, conceptual art, illustration, poster, cinematic
    In this captivating splash art painting for an epic fantasy scene, the focal point is a massive, weathered skull embedded within the heart of a mountain. The skull's eye sockets are dark and sinister, while there is a river going through its gaping mouth. There is a hole in the skull where we can see a waterfall, the starting point of the river. Along the river there are death trees with moss and blue glowing mushrooms. The sky features a gradient from darker tones at the, vibrant, medieval fantasy, conceptual art, illustration, poster, cinematic
    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
    <lora:retrofilm_V02:1> analog film photo ,faded film, desaturated, 35mm photo, Hasselblad 501 camera, grainy, vignette, vintage color film, Lomography, stained, highly detailed, film border, thin photo border, vintage photograph, 1960s vintage photo, 
(masterpiece, best quality, ultra photorealistic, 8K, cinematic lighting, shallow depth of field), bokeh, 
A young woman on lone desert road stretching through Death Valley. she is is sitting on an old vintage suitcase on the side of the road holding a cardboard sign with writing that says “BUZZ OR BUST”:0.8, Golden hour, sunset, rim lighting, light rays, light particles,  large road sign with white lettering on green background says  “BUZZ 42 MILES”:1.9,
thin white summer dress:0.7,  see through dress, gently blowing in the soft breeze. Her long blonde hair moves naturally with the wind, catching the warm sunlight, 
(realistic skin:1.3), yellow lens sunglasses:0.5, large full round breasts, no bra, wide hips, long toned legs, She wears a short flowing summer dress, high leg slits,
    A raccoon, a badger, and a coati are members of a death metal band playing on the stage. Smoke and pyrotechnics are making an epic scene. The band members are wearing black and white t-shirts with their band name "CoBRa" on it. The raccoon is a vocalist, the badger plays drums, and the coati plays electric guitar. You can see ecstatic audience at the bottom of the picture.
    Existing on damnation's edge
The priest had never known
To witness such a violent show
Of power overthrown
Angels fighting aimlessly
Still dying by the sword
Our legions killing all in sight
To get the one called Lord
The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see
There's no price to pay just follow me
I can take your lost soul from the grave
Jesus knows your soul cannot be saved
Crucify your so-called Lord
He soon shall fall to me
Your souls are damned your God has fell
To slave for me eternally
Hell awaits...
The Reaper guards the darkened Gates
That Satan calls his home
The demons feed the furnace where
The dead are free to roam
Lonely children of the night
There's seven ways to go
Each leading to the burning hole
That Lucifer controls
Priests of Hades seek the sacred star
Satan sees the answer lies not far
Zombies screaming souls cry out to you
Satanic law prevails your life is through
Pray to the moon... when it is round
Death with you shall then abound
For what you seek... for can't be found
In sea or sky or underground
Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp
The seven bloody Gates of Hell
Is where you'll live your last
Warriors from Hell's domain
Will bring you to your death
The flames of Hades burning strong
Your soul shall never rest
Hell awaits...
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    Existing on damnation's edge
The priest had never known
To witness such a violent show
Of power overthrown
Angels fighting aimlessly
Still dying by the sword
Our legions killing all in sight
To get the one called Lord
The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see
There's no price to pay just follow me
I can take your lost soul from the grave
Jesus knows your soul cannot be saved
Crucify your so-called Lord
He soon shall fall to me
Your souls are damned your God has fell
To slave for me eternally
Hell awaits...
The Reaper guards the darkened Gates
That Satan calls his home
The demons feed the furnace where
The dead are free to roam
Lonely children of the night
There's seven ways to go
Each leading to the burning hole
That Lucifer controls
Priests of Hades seek the sacred star
Satan sees the answer lies not far
Zombies screaming souls cry out to you
Satanic law prevails your life is through
Pray to the moon... when it is round
Death with you shall then abound
For what you seek... for can't be found
In sea or sky or underground
Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp
The seven bloody Gates of Hell
Is where you'll live your last
Warriors from Hell's domain
Will bring you to your death
The flames of Hades burning strong
Your soul shall never rest
Hell awaits...
    End of passion play, crumbling away
I'm your source of self-destruction
Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear
Leading on your deaths construction
Taste me you will see
more is all you need
you're dedicated to
how I'm killing you
Come crawling faster
obey your Master
your life burns faster
obey your Master
Master
Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings
twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Needlework the way, never you betray
life of death becoming clearer
Pain monopoly, ritual misery
chop your breakfast on a mirror
Taste me you will see
more is all you need
you're dedicated to
how I'm killing you
Come crawling faster
obey your Master
your life burns faster
obey your Master
Master
Master of Puppets I'm pulling your strings
twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master
Master, Master, Where's the dreams that I've been after?
Master, Master, You promised only lies
Laughter, Laughter, All I hear or see is laughter
Laughter, Laughter, laughing at my cries
Hell is worth all that, natural habitat
just a rhyme without a reason
Neverending maze, drift on numbered days
now your life is out of season
I will occupy
I will help you die
I will run through you
Now I rule you too

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