اکنون در دسترس! پژوهش تلگرام ۲۰۲۵ — مهمترین بینشهای سال 
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actually, keep up on pretending to be like me. i would like to see how you would kys so i can take inspiration of how you die.
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imagine you have no swag, so you pretend you're like me. that stinks and is disgusting.
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my fangs will drain your energy. the blood is the life. mortuum by night, by the stars, eternal, i weep.
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i awoke. i'm haunted by the memories eternal, i weep.
my sullen cries fell down towards the nether, the scepter of suffering.
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6:18 i felt the night turn back to the other side, i felt the night breathing, suffering
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nocturnal prophecy, i can only feel dread, hunger from the grave. in the end, there's only me.
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2:28 palace altar, sidereal energy. cycle completes my cries from centuries. my sorrow, suffering, slumber, my painful memories.
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as the shadow figure, chants infernal names. dragon born, demonic hordes, rise up from the catacombs, tomb of ancient blood.
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in slumber beneath the castles crypt, his majesty wakes preserved in time. an exiled ghost haunts starlit nights. undead forever. the spectre sheds tears that turn to ice. halls of the weeping.
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the fact that i didn't die during the war pisses me off at least five times in a row.
