Lo and behold! The most electrifying band in corpse entertainment will make our final stand Our licks will be delivered as swift as a twister You won't have any idea what hit ya! Children of the vortex A siege within our soul with nastiest intentions and a big attitude a razor to your throat Voices like thunder, we hear the call To bang your heads, until we fall We are your sickness and your cure And you will scream and beg us to give you more As time slips away like coins in a game we play We roll the dice, the wager is for life Our iron trust will never rust A kiss of steel, the only love that's real Laughing in the face of everything you stand for We are the chaos command Our fists raised in riotous recognition a vision of the damned Center of the labrynth we are the ones who hold the key The jigsaw puzzle spells a certain tragedy cursed fangs, sunk deep into my veins No mercy, no forgiveness, no restraint Many have come before me But I am the first and the last Though often imitated by much lesser fools There will only ever be one, the Grim One. Surrender to the power that makes you cower Your poser gods are dead For I am your icon of cult Tempter of fate Hotter than hades Crueler than hate captor of calamity scoundrel to all Master of total disaster Slayer of posers and I'm coming next for you A simple command, bang your head to the chaos command We come like a tidal wave and smash you to smithereens A trail of smoke and rubble The never ending struggle Solo: The Vigo Seduced again by flirtations with agents of madness and ruin Bastards of misfortune an obsession that surely leads to doom Disciples of depravity we arounse the sunken elder gods In the haze of the red lights, we stand pale the question mark at the end of your fairy tale We are the lightning bolt, that rattles at your rib cage The thorn that pieces your mind's eye Necromania too true to deny Desire! Pursued through a hall of mirrors The cracked and tormented reflections of your past and future selves bellow a warning but it's too late Solo: The Fury of Churry Laughing in the face of everything you stand for we are your chaos command Our fists raised, in righteous recognition a vision of the damned Come on!