ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩ © 2025 - Mr. Villain (MRMS) ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩ “The hour strikes… and the feast begins…” Crowds awaken, lights ignite, Shadows crawl into the night. Candles twist and souls combine, We dance again beyond the line. Skeletons stomp with broken grace, Eyes of flame, a hollow face. Ghosts descend through crimson rain, Whispered joy, disguised as pain. Raise your hands, the night has grown! Welcome back — you’re not alone! Through the ashes, through the bone, This is the place we call our home! 💀 Sing for the lost, the damned, the brave, Tonight we feast beyond the grave! Drums of chaos, hearts of stone, Welcome home… welcome home! ⚙️ Faces flicker, fire sways, Echoes scream the olden days. Hands of dust and eyes that gleam, We’re the echo of your dream. “Raise your glass,” the Reaper said, “To those who live among the dead!” Spirits laugh, the sky turns red, As life and death now break the thread. “Step by step… your heart still drums… The dance of shadows never ends…” Raise your hands, the night has grown! Welcome back — you’re not alone! 💀 Through ashes, pain, and broken tone, We rise again — we’re coming home! “Welcome! Welcome! Welcome home!” “The feast is over… but we remain…”