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

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

Wings of an Angel

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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