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There he stands on the hill

proud, strong and wired

destroyer of worlds, warlord and

black master of fight

chose one of the caos gods,

bathed in blood and evil by his free will

We are the chosen one

We are the chaos lords

hear the marching on the muddy ground

like warorums it sounds

sweet music to us to worship

havoc itself

the sweet miasma is longing for you

from the darkened realm

may the plagues and flys devour you

and may pain be the only truth

for you eternally

We are the chosen one

We are the chaos lords

we`ll follow our lords into this war

and we`ll be like wolves among the sheep

to bring your world to fall

the golden throne you`ve build

war will cover the wolrd

and chaos will replace yor order

forever