Album · 2022
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
Released
2022
Tracks
5
Runtime
52 min
Tracklist
1
A Poet in Prison, Confined to His Cell, With Nothing to Inspire Him, He Fell Into a Well
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
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
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
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
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
8:47
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
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
12:15
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.
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
10:18