Black Havoc

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)