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I hear the Crouching Chaos

Appearing from the stars

They were made by the missionary

But he is only a mask

And a will of those

Who existed before the beginning of time

They dressed him in chaos

And all gods were scared

When the cycle starts again

He will arise and come

Lost but not forgotten

We see a lot corpses

A lot of blood

And only gods will inhabit the planet

Cause they dont care at all