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Is this the end, my fate now sealed?
Satan’s come around, his truth revealed,
People flee, their fear is raw,
Better run, beware his claw,
No! No! Please, no!


What do you say to the ones who’ve died?
Will you forgive me for this life I’ve tried?
I can’t believe the tales they told,
A perfect day for murder, my soul’s ice-cold.

 

What do they do with your soul so torn?
Is it left in pieces, forlorn?
When did you lose all control?
Is there a mind to trust with this darkened role?


Oh, there’s no proof, no sign of light,
Of what may follow this endless night,
Yet from the void, a laugh so mad,
Echoes through the dark, driving me sad.


Are we haunted by spirits, illusions so dire?
I’ve seen them weep to the moon’s cold fire,
Is it just me or do others see this plight?
I’m not alone, I fear no fright,
There’s one way to see it right.


For in the end,
For in the end,
In the end, it’s all just pretend,
In the end, it’s all just pretend


INTRODUCTION: PLAY ME FIRST

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A blackened door, a single button, its lure a blood-red glow,
“Push if you dare, but count the cost before you go.”


It’s doomsday, it’s doomsday, one night and then no other,
My world is drained, no love to save, no warmth to smother.
The universe will bend and break beneath my poisoned kind,
With one press, I end it all, no mercy left behind.

The sign tempts with whispered power, the gods’ own twisted prize,
All-knowing, all-consuming, yet all of it a lie.
Is this a test, a wicked tease, a fatal trap I see?
Or is it like that “Lost” show’s fate, where chaos sets them free?

A FUSION BETWEEN, BLACK SABBATH AND THE DOORS

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The Black Doors is an AI fusion of Black Sabbath and The Doors. The Art and lyrics are all original and thought-provoking, exploring themes related to the human condition, death, and the beyond. This is album number four, featuring two covers from Suicidal Tendencies and Body Count, stitched together with a newly written song alongside each cover.

It’s doomsday, it’s doomsday, the tension thick with sin,
My planet's blood and bones are scorched, no kindness left within.
The universe will pay the price for sins we won’t rewind,
The button pressed, the end ignites, no heart or soul behind.

Looking for some motive? There’s nothing left to find,
Just raw desire, reckless heat, a twisted, fevered mind.
Tumors choking out my breath, ash settling like smoke,
On ground zero, hollowed out, with nothing left but ghosts.

I see the end, the planet doomed, a countdown set to zero,
The moon combusts; the stars implode—a cataclysmic show.
I longed for power like sword and stone, but now it’s turned to dust,
Just a god of empty promises and twisted, hungry lust.

 


2 HOURS OF COVERS
AND ORIGINAL WORK BY: DANIEL FX STAAL

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It’s doomsday, it’s doomsday, the universe undone,
The plague called humankind erased, its cruelness overrun.
I pressed the button, watched it go, my fate and theirs entwined,
No love, no light, just hollow dark, no mercy left behind.


Now it’s over; now they’re gone. My reign rings out in vain,
A god without an audience, a ruler without reign.
I painted life in fire and ash, let ruin mark my face,
The god of nothing, left alone, a shadow in empty space.

 

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It's doomsday, it's doomsday, nothing left to say,The fire's dropped, the hive is burned, the end begins today.Cut the lasso, let it bleed, there's nothing left inside,On doomsday, I'm hollow, but alive.But the rest are gone.Now I am a God, and Nobody Hears my ReignAll I did was pushing a DoorbelBut I Know! In this End, It is Just Pretend,In this End, It is Just Pretend, You Did not Listen,So Let this be a Warning!for the hardlearning, Curiosity Killed the Cat, That was at the Start of the song.What the Fuck Is wrong with me.God of Nothing

 

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It's doomsday, it's doomsday, one day or another,
My planet's fate is sealed, no love left for each other.
The universe will pay, for the plague called humankind,
The button's pressed, destruction looms, no mercy left behind.


 

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Be as your art  
that's the best art as true as yourself to be, books can teach you a lot, but wisdom comes from sitting alone in silence but your own soul in hearing it the answers you seek are

within, and this self-realization is like prayers being answered even for the ones do not

The pill still pulses, its grip so tight,
Colors bleed wrong; day feels like night.
My body weightless, my senses lost,
A trip through infinity, no matter the cost.

Jim Morrison howls through crackling air,
"Breaking Through to the Other Side" tears.
The walls reverberate, the floors ignite,
As I soar through Escher's geometric plight.

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