I feel the slow, insidious breeze
the dark pools of magic is filled
the corrupting wind of chaos
are blowing with increasing force

The howling winds of change
will soon be a hurricane of power
shaking loose the essence of life
from with in our mortal husks
picking it up and twisting it
creating untold horrors from it
and placing the back
in the world of mortals

Soon our world will drown
beneath the tides of corruption
Hideously mutations will quickly
warp and distort humanities noble face

Following this wind of change,
as if blown from the savage wastes,
come the nightmare legions
of the four hell-spawned brothers
they come raiding out from their
warped home in the chaos wastes
marching against the mortal world
seeking to bring us under the
hell metal clad heel of chaos

They march forth to crush us
under their black, mailed fist
insane daemons, nightmare creatures
inhabiting warp spawned bodies,
rend mortal limb from limb
sucking the soul from there
hapless victims and in horrible
rituals, in dark parody of human worship,
they offer up their captured souls
to the hungry maw of their thirsty gods

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