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Prompt: Old Too Soon Do you remember the mountain’s way The time we lost in the Whisperman’s lay Sacred name, cults circle doom The memories Growing old too soon The rituals were the moral man’s bane Down to darkest depths they came The Sacrifice beneath the moon The corpses growing Old to soon Where moon met death dealt by the blow In twisted places where Dark Lights glow Where the red eyes crept beneath the gloom Where the cry of the dark Was old too soon Where pale lips kissed a child goodbye A babe precious enough to hide With fangs and claws the sword ran through, While the cries of the child Were old too soon Do you remember the solid curse Of evil tongues the powers thirst When Olc came down from the moon The worlds of the prophet Fell old too soon And remember well the prices paid When hell unleashed upon the raid The devil took them, that we knew Their haunted cries Were old too soon The truth now cannot hide Dark will come and all life die All falls buried in the tomb Where even memories Grow old too soon
M Fie

M Fie

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Old Too Soon Do you remember the mountain’s way The time we lost in the Whisperman’s lay Sacred...Show more
Width: 640
Height: 640
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 1718070757
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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