Enter the realm of chaos, your nightmare has just begun
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You may wake up screaming, but there's no place left to run
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The ancient prophecy of dominant supremacy
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Find strength through your salvation, the need for domination
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Past life you deplore, present life abhor
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Future life is so unreal, intense despair now you feel
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Mutated creatures round you stare, at your limbs they all tear
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It's too late now to say a prayer, for your gods have no care
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Welcome incursions of chaos, you know you cannot resist
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To serve, worship, obey them - in the only way to exist
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Your foretold destiny of perpetual lunacy
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The final requisition is no longer your decision
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The obscure deprivity blinds you, now you cannot see
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What they've made of your world as your blood is turning cold
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Now it's time to pay your pirce - the ultimate sacrifice
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Gasp at your final breath - cleansed now in your death
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Your death
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Realm Of Chaos
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Bolt Thrower |