Sing of the chaos! Sing of the terror,
the curse of madness, charred lips of rage,
their devilish coup, dark descent full of error.
Sink by our sword, for our kingdom of age.
Their dance with cold death, performed at our feet,
pale ashes, met with dust and aged shadows,
for they stormed our mighty dungeon to meet
Fate's sharp blade of justice, vengeance, and woe.
A crowd trapped in dreams of reason and right,
slaves to their cause, slaves to their creation,
now lie at our feet, dreams dead in the fight.
Free of crimes we now nourish our nation.
Sing of the chaos! The slaves of revolt,
sing of terror, the pandemonium cult!
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