In the night's cold black caress I heed The flames dancing upon the fresh sawed limbs And the warnings born in the flickering Fear not the tales of old For they are all that remains Melodies spoken to beasts within Vile beasts from bottomless depths arise With bated breath our will is whispered The inferno forever grows and thrives. oil painting, highly detailed, cinematic, epic, matte painting, sombre, melancholic, sad, dark, ominous, haunting, foreboding, sinister, shadowy, harrowing, full body, low angle, imposing, from below, complimentary colours orange and grey
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