The heather bends to the ground and the horizon has darkened, The clouds are getting heavier and there are fewer gaps of light in them, You're sitting on a hill motionless and silent, All the words have already been said and all the songs are finished, But I know there will be keys And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and above the dark waters of darkness A blue star will rise For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art

It hurts you to walk and it's hard for you to breathe as You have an open wound instead of a heart, But you're still taking another step Through wormwood and thorns to the long-awaited heaven, But one day all the angels will wake up And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and on a stormy January morning Almonds will bloom in the mountains For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art

Along with the smell of sun-scorched fields A new autumn enters the heart like a dark bird, You are weaving your wreath of mourning ribbons Of withered flowers and blackened spikelets, But who knows what will happen with Cold weather and losses For someone who knew how to believe, And who knows when over the water A blue star will rise For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art

The extraterrestrial mushrooms field as ornament by M.C.Escher and H.R.Giger, oil painting, by george dawe

The interdimensional black hole hypercube in space

The interdimensional black hole hypercube in space

The interdimensional black hole hypercube in space

depiction of a thinking process in a brain, solving the puzzle, pure creativity, cosmic horror, by m.c.escher, by george dawe

depiction of a thinking process in a brain, solving the puzzle, pure creativity, cosmic horror, by m.c.escher, by george dawe

depiction of a thinking process in a brain, solving the puzzle, pure creativity, cosmic horror, by m.c.escher, by george dawe

depiction of a thinking process in a brain, solving the puzzle, pure creativity, cosmic horror, by m.c.escher, by george dawe

The extraterrestrial mushrooms field at the cosmic valleys of doom under Saturn shadow of blood, oil painting, horror, by george dawe, my m.c.escher, by h.r.giger

The extraterrestrial mushrooms field at the cosmic valleys of doom under Saturn shadow of blood, oil painting, horror, by george dawe, my m.c.escher, by h.r.giger

The extraterrestrial mushrooms field at the cosmic valleys of doom under Saturn shadow of blood, oil painting, horror, by george dawe, my m.c.escher, by h.r.giger

The extraterrestrial mushrooms field at the cosmic valleys of doom under Saturn shadow of blood, oil painting, horror, by george dawe, my m.c.escher, by h.r.giger

The extraterrestrial mushrooms field at the cosmic valleys of doom under Saturn shadow of blood, oil painting, horror, by george dawe, my m.c.escher, by h.r.giger

I have looked upon all the universe has to hold of horror and even the skies of spring and flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me, by george dawe

I have looked upon all the universe has to hold of horror and even the skies of spring and flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me, by george dawe

I have looked upon all the universe has to hold of horror and even the skies of spring and flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me, by george dawe

I have looked upon all the universe has to hold of horror and even the skies of spring and flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me, by george dawe

Who put the blood on your right shoulder son come and tell to me, it was the blood of a hare I killed yesterday I am weary mother let me be, by george dawe, by charles tunnicliffe

And what will you do with your houses and your lands? Son come and tell to me, I’ll lay them bare tae the birds of the air For there’s no more welcome there for me, by george dawe, by charles tunnicliffe

And what will you do in the winters o’ your life? Son come and tell to me, Like a saggin in the lough I’ll bend in the wind and pray for God’s mercy, by george dawe, by charles tunnicliffe

And what will you do in the winters o’ your life? Son come and tell to me, Like a saggin in the lough I’ll bend in the wind and pray for God’s mercy, by george dawe, by charles tunnicliffe

1boy, When I was young younger than before, I never saw the truth hanging from the door, And now I'm older see it face to face, And now I'm older gotta get up clean the place, And I was green greener than the hill Where flowers grow and the sun shone still, Now I'm darker than the deepest sea, Just hand me down give me a place to be, And I was strong strong in the sun, I thought I'd see when day was done, Now I'm weaker than the palest blue, Oh so weak in this need for you, masterpiece, painting, best quality, melancholy, sentimental

1boy, When I was young younger than before, I never saw the truth hanging from the door, And now I'm older see it face to face, And now I'm older gotta get up clean the place, And I was green greener than the hill Where flowers grow and the sun shone still, Now I'm darker than the deepest sea, Just hand me down give me a place to be, And I was strong strong in the sun, I thought I'd see when day was done, Now I'm weaker than the palest blue, Oh so weak in this need for you, masterpiece, painting, best quality, melancholy, sentimental

1boy, When I was young younger than before, I never saw the truth hanging from the door, And now I'm older see it face to face, And now I'm older gotta get up clean the place, And I was green greener than the hill Where flowers grow and the sun shone still, Now I'm darker than the deepest sea, Just hand me down give me a place to be, And I was strong strong in the sun, I thought I'd see when day was done, Now I'm weaker than the palest blue, Oh so weak in this need for you, masterpiece, painting, best quality, melancholy, sentimental

Yes there must be a golden victory There must be Gods thrown down and trumpets blown Of triumph calm and hymns of festival Upon the gold clouds metropolitan Voices of soft proclaim and silver stir Of strings in hollow shells and there shall be Beautiful things made new for the surprise Of the sky-children I will give command Thea Thea Thea! where is Saturn, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic

The interdimensional black hole hypercube in space

a beautiful view of a valley, in the center of the valley a forest, in the center of the forest a lake, a river starts from the lake, snow-capped mountains in the background, at sunset, the sun sets behind the mountains, the sun reflects on the lake, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece

a beautiful view of a valley, in the center of the valley a forest, in the center of the forest a lake, a river starts from the lake, snow-capped mountains in the background, at sunset, the sun sets behind the mountains, the sun reflects on the lake, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece