The Lords of Chaos are coming!

The lords of chaos are coming

I can hear the beat of their march

Flamethrowers at the ready, to set the land to parch

There is nowhere to hide and no place to run

Do you really think you could out run a gun?

Hear the people screaming

Tearing their face with their nails

Whilst being crushed under foot, like slow moving snails

The lords of chaos are coming

There is nowhere to run or hide

They won’t be leaving yet

Not till life here has dried!