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A distant choir rises from the gloom, Cold lanterns flicker, whispering of doom. Step into the tent where the shadows breathe, Where nightmares bloom under the poisoned wreath. The ringmaster bows with a hollow grin, Inviting your soul to the spectacle within. The curtains twitch with a trembling sigh, As forgotten spirits crawl out to testify. Hear the drums of the forsaken, Feel the ground beneath you shaken. You entered as a wanderer, But you'll never leave awakened. Welcome to the Circus of Death! Where the darkness steals your breath. Where the cursed dance in silent screams, And illusions murder all your dreams. Welcome to the Circus of Death! Where the walls whisper beneath. Every step becomes a vow, Every vow a tether now. The puppets sway with lifeless grace, Porcelain smiles cracked across their face. Clowns with empty eyes observe your fear, Their painted grins inch ever near. The carousel turns with a chilling hum, Each rotation numbing what you will become. Hear the drums of the forsaken, Feel the ground beneath you shaken. You entered as a visitor, But now the void has overtaken. Welcome to the Circus of Death! Where the night devours the rest. Where the whispers carve your fate, And the gates close far too late. Welcome to the Circus of Death! Where the shadows cling like breath. In the echoes of your final stand, You dissolve into their hands. A spiraling descent into dread, A melody that drags the living dead. The spotlight finds you in the haze, Capturing your pulse in its burning gaze. A silent choir hums your name, Binding you forever to the flame. Welcome to the Circus of Death! Where the living become the show. Where the soul sinks without resistance, And your memories cease to glow. Welcome to the Circus of Death! Where the end becomes rebirth. You are part of their performance now, An echo wandering the earth. The lanterns fade, The stage grows cold. Your story lost, Your role foretold. Circus of Death.