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Bolt Thrower Realm Of Chaos

All that remains Of your dying world Lies crumbling, twisted ruins From the ashes - none will return Die Shattered dreams forgotten Body writhes in

You scream in pain - yet no-one hears a sound Plead for redemtion - now by chaos you are bound By chaos you are bound Infectious disease Feel your

terror, a place no man dare go Through the eye of terror, worlds of chaos overflow For in the eye of terror, power of chaos wait To bring mankind's

Enter the realm of chaos, your nightmare has just begun You may wake up screaming, but there's no place left to run The ancient prophecy of dominant