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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)