Zalgo, es una entidad maligna caótica, asociada comúnmente con la locura, la muerte, la destrucción, el miedo y el fin del mundo como lo conocemos.
Una entidad viviendo en otro plano dimensional y que cuando aparece en el nuestro crea el caos, su so...
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The one waiting behind the wall. The one who waits to finish everything. Everything you know, everything you are. He will destroy it and leave it distant. He will call the beast to devour your soul He will take the whole world and make it incomplete. He comes. The one who will sing the song that will end with Earth. Such a beautiful song On such a beautiful night. He waits that night. He awaits the Darkness. He, waiting behind the wall. He is the Chaos of the collective consciousness. Being one with Him Chaos and victims, both will be private There is no order, without Chaos. There will be no Order anymore. He expects this. The one waiting behind the wall. Wait for the call to leave it free. He will destroy everything. He will bury the remains. He will turn everything into his own with his own hands. If you allow it. YOU WILL ALLOW IT. He will sing the song. The song that will end with the Earth. He is the one who does not have eyes He is that he has no form He will be the one to lie. He will be the one to violate. Through that shattered world Through my blackened eyes 'Through twisted faith Through the reconstruction of this world. I will sing the song. He will sing through me. I will sing the song all day. For Him I will take it. causing his return in this bloody world. Everything that we lost will return. I will sing the song. And it will be like that. Serenade of the End With the rhythm that you all know. The heartbeat of the Earth. The song of the Soul Keep it close to your heart. To the rhythm of his song. Everyone is his drum. Each one is his song. He waits behind the wall. In a tortured glass palace. Served by legions forged from the tears of the dead without rest. 'He, the Father, covered with an armor carved in the suffering of mothers. In his right hand he holds a dead star and holds in his left hand the candle, whose light is the shadow. His left hand is stained with the blood of Am Dhaegar. Its six mouths speak in different languages. And the seventh will be the one that will sing the song that ends with the Earth.
