The End of Art Has Come, It Seems, No Longer Do We Feel the Fire in Our Dreams; We Look Upon the Canvas and See Only Empty Chance, a Bleak Void, a Lack of Glee; The Muse Has Fled, but Fear Not for All Is Not Lost, There Is Still a Spark to Find New Meanings in the Stories AIs Are Weaving for Us
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Tracklist 52:55
| 1 | A Poet in Prison, Confined to His Cell, With Nothing to Inspire Him, He Fell Into a Well | 10:14 | |
| 2 | The Choirs of Evil Sing Their Siren Song, Their Voices Deep and Dark, They Can't Go Wrong, Their Melodies of Hatred Fill the Air, Their Lyrics Speak of Wickedness Without a Care | 11:21 | |
| 3 | The Choirs of Evil Sing Their Twisted Hymns, With Voices Cold and Dark as the Abyss, They Lure the Unsuspecting to Their Doom, With Melodies That Promise Power and Bloom | 8:46 | |
| 4 | For the Choirs of Evil Will Never Win, in the Face of Love, They'll Always Give In, So Let Their Singing Serve as a Warning Sign, to Stay True to What Is Good and Kind | 12:14 | |
| 5 | Beware, Oh Lonely Poet, of the Vast Dangers That Lurk in the Night, for in These Bordels of Sin and Vice, Your Soul and Your Heart May Pay the Price. | 10:18 |