06 Мар Cheer Extreme Code Black 2024-25
All rise for the Matrimony of Darkness.
Eve, come in. We are gathered here by night to unite the perfect unity of the dark prince and his bride. This is a vow for the ages. The whole world will feel the impact. And anyone who objects will be thrown out in the black.
Immortality is ours when we tie the knot. It’s a blackout. Do you want to get married or not? In the darkest hour when the world decomposes, of course I wanna say, “I do,” and shower the world in black roses.
Today is the beginning of forever. We’re wishing you a lifetime of love and darkness.
Ring them bells, the time has come. I’m ready to renew my vows. Through sickness and in health, I stand by thee, my world renowned.
So when I say, “Just married,” give me the crown.
I do accept this rose as an oath to be the darkest, and if you heard about me, you know I’m gonna keep that promise.
Haters try to crash my ceremony, mm-mm, you tried it. ‘Cause this is a cold, black-tie affair, and you, my dear, are not invited.
High priestess of darkness, take the hand of my bride and vow to show the world that the black will never die.
Holy matrimony, a bond unbreakable. We’re gonna reign forever. Holy matrimony, to have, to hold and never let go. Holy matrimony.
To love, hold and cherish, I give my life to you. Welcome back, accept another ring.
You’ve got, what, five?
I do.
This amoral union is where one becomes two.
Toast up to the sky for this dark affair. And turn up the lights for the union of the years. Cut the lights, lights, lights. Let the party begin. It’s a black celebration, matrimony in darkness. The night’s madness taking over again. It’s a black celebration, matrimony in darkness.
Congratulations to the bride and groom. You may now kiss the ring.
You have now been pronounced as Mr. and Mrs. Black. Gonna throw this rice and cheer for me. All suited up for the black party. Better stand for the bride and groom and raise your glass to me. For better, for worse.
For better, for worse.
For richer, for poorer.
For richer, for poorer.
A perfect union of evil bliss, sealed with a kiss. Just like this. Just married.
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