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A poem for TotenVeloren written by XykotykSoul.

This is the story of Chaos
Written by the thing itself

Slashing and ripping through flesh
Drinking blood and eating hearts
Nothing has ever suited us more
Than to smile at flying body parts

Everytime we hear them scream
It evokes such a terrible fire to take hold
No one has ever known
The things that we have seen in these days of old

We laugh with a roaring and terrible scream
One born from the abyss of hell fire beneath us
And all know as their sanity shatters
That Chaos has awoken and God had best beseech us

The new world of terror is very soon to rise
Knowing of the hate and malice of man and using it against him
And taking our prize from his filthy and rotting corpse
They will all truly know that their world has turned against them

In the face of this most unholy of nights
All bow down before Chaos in a pathetic attempt to be pitied
Only to have their weak and weary souls ripped from them
Their bodies left writhing and twitching and most definitely empty

These materialistic beings know nothing of the power of Chaos
Yelling and firing those weapons at us in vain
As we lift those tedious things in a dance above them
They will soon know the meaning of metal rain

Falling down one dark city at a time
They Knew nothing of the coming storm that erased them
The world of man and all of its advancements
Had nothing against the demon that decided to waste them

A twisted and wicked grin stretches over our jagged and evil teeth
Recalling every single detail of the massacre we have reaped upon man
Chaos has not failed in its own twisted mission for vengeance
And the world's spirits plea of freedom walked hand in hand

None but the purest now walk this green and fertile wasteland
Those sent as the servants of Chaos known as parasites of hell
With their darker power they protect their new world
Freed from the greedy tyrants that had ruled and then fell

But no parasite seems to ever be truly eradicated
The Fallen rose once again in numbers
Taking the Lords of Chaos from atop their thrones
The sound of their guns like thunder

They had lain in the waste, silently rebuilding
Their inginuity leading to the fall of Lords
With ease they destroyed the once thriving empire
And swarmed the gates in dirty and naked hourdes

With the fall of its lords
And the masses gathering on its garden
Chaos once again feels the blood rage
And our soul is hardened

The demon once again erupts from its bonding chains
Rising with a terrible scream of hate and rage
Snow white fallout soon covers the ground at our feet
Rent from the ashes of hell and battles of the old age

We crush the fallen with simply a wave of our terrible and scaled hand
Turning their pride and strength into nothing but the sounds of whimpering children
Summoning the wind to take their weapons into a storm of metal rain never known
Hailing down death upon the treacherous and writhing bodies of the eternally damned

And once again
Peace reigned supreme on the torn and bloody land
No being walked upon the earth, so still
Save for Chaos, the guardian with a demon's brand

Description
A poem for TotenVeloren written by XykotykSoul.

This is the story of Chaos
Written by the thing itself

Slashing and ripping through flesh
Drinking blood and eating hearts
Nothing has ever suited us more
Than to smile at flying body parts

Everytime we hear them scream
It evokes such a terrible fire to take hold
No one has ever known
The things that we have seen in these days of old

We laugh with a roaring and terrible scream
One born from the abyss of hell fire beneath us
And all know as their sanity shatters
That Chaos has awoken and God had best beseech us

The new world of terror is very soon to rise
Knowing of the hate and malice of man and using it against him
And taking our prize from his filthy and rotting corpse
They will all truly know that their world has turned against them

In the face of this most unholy of nights
All bow down before Chaos in a pathetic attempt to be pitied
Only to have their weak and weary souls ripped from them
Their bodies left writhing and twitching and most definitely empty

These materialistic beings know nothing of the power of Chaos
Yelling and firing those weapons at us in vain
As we lift those tedious things in a dance above them
They will soon know the meaning of metal rain

Falling down one dark city at a time
They Knew nothing of the coming storm that erased them
The world of man and all of its advancements
Had nothing against the demon that decided to waste them

A twisted and wicked grin stretches over our jagged and evil teeth
Recalling every single detail of the massacre we have reaped upon man
Chaos has not failed in its own twisted mission for vengeance
And the world's spirits plea of freedom walked hand in hand

None but the purest now walk this green and fertile wasteland
Those sent as the servants of Chaos known as parasites of hell
With their darker power they protect their new world
Freed from the greedy tyrants that had ruled and then fell

But no parasite seems to ever be truly eradicated
The Fallen rose once again in numbers
Taking the Lords of Chaos from atop their thrones
The sound of their guns like thunder

They had lain in the waste, silently rebuilding
Their inginuity leading to the fall of Lords
With ease they destroyed the once thriving empire
And swarmed the gates in dirty and naked hourdes

With the fall of its lords
And the masses gathering on its garden
Chaos once again feels the blood rage
And our soul is hardened

The demon once again erupts from its bonding chains
Rising with a terrible scream of hate and rage
Snow white fallout soon covers the ground at our feet
Rent from the ashes of hell and battles of the old age

We crush the fallen with simply a wave of our terrible and scaled hand
Turning their pride and strength into nothing but the sounds of whimpering children
Summoning the wind to take their weapons into a storm of metal rain never known
Hailing down death upon the treacherous and writhing bodies of the eternally damned

And once again
Peace reigned supreme on the torn and bloody land
No being walked upon the earth, so still
Save for Chaos, the guardian with a demon's brand