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Mad stroboscopes run faster and faster
A drunk commander has left the patrol
Time pushes the gears of the lock of disaster
And counts down without control
Flecks of the chaos we are
Flecks of the chaos we are
Fire of war runs widely and wider
Crowds of people are fleeing away
Blind death is coming without the guidance
Smoking and wrapping the light of the day
Flecks of the chaos we are
Flecks of the chaos we are
Brutal commands sound rough and rougher
And no way to keep close or escape
Lord of the Dark is bloody and awful
Disrupts the mask of his deadly green face
Flecks of the chaos we are
Flecks of the chaos we are