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There he stands on the hill
proud, strong and wired
Destroyer of worlds, warlord and
black master of faith
Chosen one of the Chaos gods,
bathed in blood and evil by free will

We are the chosen ones
We are the chaos lords

Hear the marching on the muddy ground
like wardrums it sounds
Sweet music for us who worship
havoc itself

The sweet miasma is longing for you
from the darkened realm
May the plagues and flies devour you
and may pain be the only truth
for you eternally

We are the chosen ones
We are the chaos lords

His black heart is crying for war
and so we will join

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 world
and chaos will replace your order

Forever

(Down the hill we march)

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