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I was born a servant
Of chaos undivide
Magic lept from my fingers
As lightning crackles the sky

Sick, Sick, Sick
Sick, Sick, Sick

I was left a commander
To conquer and divide
Turning cities to ashes
As embers fall from the sky

Sick, Sick, Sick
Sick, Sick, Sick

The sorecerer looks to the sky
He promised you ashes and gold
But it was a lie

So if you ever see me
And live to tell the tale
Speak of Chaos that follows
And how it warps your mind

It's sick, it's sick
It's sick, turn him down, to the ground

The Chaos that follows will conquer your mind!

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