The messiah comes on stage
The fires burn in the black of his eyes
Oh- displays of magicks strange
Despair - time is running out
He comes for us all
The liar corruptor
We must stop his works
Messenger of Chaos
To a time of upheaval
Comes a sense of apprehension
A prophet comes from eastern sands, yeah!
Where he goes, death follows
He comes for us all
The liar corruptor
We must stop his works
Messenger of Chaos
Behind a thousand faces he hides
Loki, Thoth, Tezcatlipoca
Wearing the mask of a man
Laughs the Crawling Chaos!
He comes for us all
The liar corruptor
We must stop his works
Messenger of Chaos