Fine Art of Havoc

Degrees of Truth

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Come, play the finest game!
With gain and life at stake
See them crawl and strive!
Watch mercy, kindness, law
Become hate, chaos
Be torn in fire!
Isn’t that the one vocation of man
Crushing what lies in our way?

Come, play the slaughter game!
Let masks of mercy fade and havoc rise!

Pawns all aligned, lay down before my sight
This is the moment, the die is cast
And the massacre will soon begin
These eyes dim and wild, a silent quivering
The only sound’s the wind
Craving, feral egoism
Just let it out
Let the hunger for preys and lust and fright!
Ignite the world!

Bow to the martial law
Civilization failed
To quell our desire!
To kill’s the finest art
To paint amazing sceneries of blood and fire!
What shall be the fittest way
To slay our own kind?

Bow to the martial law
Civilization failed
To kill’s the finest art
To paint amazing sceneries!

This endless, primal force
Lets masks of mercy fade (let masks of mercy fade)
As logic meets the wild!
Be it desert, forest, sea
They all are chessboards for our fights!
Our pride shall swell to see
The world enveloped in a fire!